You guys are seriously the best. Like I'm so happy y'all are loving this story! I have so much motivation to write right now so keep the positive feedback coming! Quick note since I've had a few people tell me this in reviews, yes Ichigo is a little OOC in this story. I would like to keep everyone as in character as possible but the Ichigo we all know and love is a little too dense for the purposes of this story so, yeah, he's going to be slightly OOC. If that bothers you, I apologize. But it is fan fiction after all. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy the update!
Ichigo Kurosaki parked his fast and ridiculously overpriced car along the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop he had been to the day before. The young millionaire rolled his eyes when he spotted Uryuu standing outside the door, waiting for him.
He didn't really want to know why his friend was so fascinated with the idea of a woman who didn't immediately warm up to his charms. It had happened before. Granted, it didn't happen very often (hardly ever), but he had experienced some rejection in his life.
Of course, all of the girls who initially rejected him who hadn't been unavailable had eventually warmed up to him. Ichigo smirked when he thought about how fortunate he was when it came to women. His charm was legendary.
That's why Ichigo confidently exited his car and walked into the coffee shop with his friend. He would get this girl to come around eventually. He wasn't really trying when he first talked to her but now he was prepared to lay on the charm.
"So, Kurosaki. Which one is she?" Uryuu asked as they entered the small café and stood in line.
Ichigo didn't fail to notice that the coffee shop once again became very quiet the moment he walked through the door.
Ichigo's eyes roamed over the employees working behind the counter until they fell on a certain petite, raven-haired woman. "That one," Ichigo said, pointing her out to Uryuu.
Ishida took a look and whistled under his breath. "You're right. She's very pretty. And definitely not your type."
"Yeah, I know. That's why I want her," Ichigo said confidently as his eyes roamed over the girl. She was wearing a simple black shirt with blue jeans. A green apron was tied around her body with the coffee shop's logo on the front. She looked as busy and flustered as she had the day before, frantically running around behind the counter trying to do a million things at once.
When Ichigo reluctantly took his eyes off of her, he was surprised to find Uryuu's attention elsewhere. Namely on the girl behind the register.
"Wow, she's very pretty," Uryuu said. Ichigo could tell he was talking about the smiling, auburn-haired woman currently taking orders.
Uryuu was right. She was very beautiful, but the starry-eyed look she gave him the last time he was here turned him off to the idea of ever pursuing her. He could handle the gold digging bimbos from the clubs. Fainting fan girls on the other hand, not so much.
"She's all yours, man. Go get 'em," Ichigo said nonchalantly as his eyes roamed back to the raven-haired girl.
Uryuu narrowed his eyes at his friend. "I don't need your permission to go after a girl, Kurosaki. My love life doesn't run off of your leftovers," he said quietly before walking up to the counter and giving the auburn-haired girl a smile.
Ichigo was actually surprised by Uryuu's comment. He didn't realize how much bitterness his friend had carried living in Ichigo's shadow. He made a mental note to talk to him about it later.
"H-Hi," the girl behind the counter said as she eyed Ichigo, almost out of breath.
"Hi, I would like a vanilla latte and a cinnamon raisin bagel and my friend here would like the same," Uryuu said with a smile, slightly hurt by the girl's obvious disregard for him.
"Oh, okay. For here or to go?" she asked, still not taking her eyes off of Ichigo, who was looking around the coffee shop, trying to avoid her eyes. He could practically feel Ishida seething.
"Here, please," Uryuu answered as he handed the girl enough money to cover their food and drinks. "Keep the change," he said politely before they both went to go find a table.
"What the hell are you doing ordering for me, Ishida?" Ichigo asked when they sat down at a table by the window.
"I'm mad at you so I didn't feel like asking what you wanted, okay?" Uryuu said as he glared out the window. Ichigo knew exactly why he was angry.
"Dude, you can't blame me for how that girl acted."
"Yes, I can. You're always walking around all smooth and suave. Girls are falling down at your feet everywhere you go. Meanwhile, I have to play the part of the dorky tag-along. It's hard being your friend sometimes, Kurosaki."
"So what do you want me to do? Walk up to that girl and tell her I'm not interested?"
"That wouldn't make me feel better. Just once I would like to get a girl on my own, without you having to toss them aside first."
"Look I'm sorry, man. But there's really nothing I can do for you," Ichigo told his friend. Uryuu only glared at him and continued looking out the window.
Ichigo sighed and fixed his attention back on the person he had come here for. He watched as the girl bustled around at lightning speed. Just as she was placing a drink on the pick up counter for another customer, her eyes met Ichigo's. Immediately her whole face fell and her eyes narrowed. Ichigo could only smirk.
Oh hell no.
Why? Why did he have to do this to her? What was so interesting about her that he had to come back the second day in a row just to get a better look?
It was almost as if he knew just how much she hated guys like him and was torturing her for his own pleasure. Rukia could think of no other reason. She didn't have blonde hair. She didn't have big boobs. What could she possibly have that would make him look at her like that? Like she was a piece of meat he was just dying to get a taste of. He was practically licking his lips!
Rukia slammed the blender pitcher she was holding down on the counter and gave the pretentious millionaire a look that could kill. He only smiled back at her, not breaking eye contact for a second.
Why was he sitting at a table? He was in and out so quickly the day before that she knew he had to have woken up earlier just to eat here. And he even brought a friend! What was this guy's deal?
Momo Hinamori, one of Rukia's coworkers, set down two plates with two cinnamon raisin bagels and cream cheese in front of her. "Can you take these to that table over there for me, Rukia? I'm swamped," she said before quickly rushing off to do another task.
Rukia looked down at the bagels, then up to the table Momo had indicated.
Why did the universe hate her?
She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down before begrudgingly picking up the two plates and walking over to the one table in the entire coffee shop she wanted to stay the farthest away from.
"Two cinnamon raisin bagels?" she asked the men sitting at the table in the most annoyed voice she could manage.
"Ah, yes. Thank you very much…uh…Rukia," Ichigo Kurosaki said with a smirk as she laid the two plates down on the table.
She was confused as to how in the world Ichigo knew her name until she remembered the tag on her chest.
Damn that stupid nametag! Now he knows my name!
Rukia didn't say another word to the pair as she quickly tried to dash away, only to be stopped by a hand on her arm.
"Excuse me. We ordered two vanilla lattes. Do you know when they'll be out?" Ichigo asked, his hand still resting on her arm. She glared at him. He was so loving this. She couldn't stand just how condescending he sounded.
"I don't know," she snapped at him before yanking her arm away from his grasp and rushing back behind the counter, fuming.
"Wow, you were right. She does not like you. Never thought I'd see the day," Uryuu said with a chuckle before he picked up the knife on the plate and spread cream cheese on his bagel.
"Yeah, she's pretty feisty. Don't worry, though, I'll get her to come around."
"I don't know, Kurosaki. She may be a tough one to break."
"Then I'll just have to try extra hard. Ichigo Kurosaki does not back down from a challenge."
Uryuu scoffed. "Apparently. You might have to make this your new coffee stop. It'll take a lot of visits to get that girl to go out with you," he said before chomping into his breakfast.
"Just you wait and see, Ishida. I'll have her moaning beneath me in a week, tops."
Uryuu rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Kurosaki. Whatever you say."
Ichigo smirked at his friend and began to eat his own bagel, not failing to notice his new target glaring at him from behind the counter.
Okay, so Ichigo is being kind of a jerk, but he'll come around, I promise! Hope you guys liked the IchiRuki in this chapter. Their interactions are going to get more and more interesting from here on out ;) Review if you liked what you read!