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06 January 2008 @ 03:14 pm
Day 8 - Medicine of the Heart - Bleach - IchiRuki  
Title: Day 8 - Medicine of the Heart
Author/Artist: tasogaretaichou
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #18 - "Say Ahhhh...."
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= Mine

Another one for "3o Steps Together", this would be day 8 of 30, I'm on a roll here and I can't wait until I get some more of the earlier ones done so that I can post them up as chapters on ff.net. Anyway, I love writing Ichigo's rambling thought-processes, hence why a lot of this series is from his POV. I'm hoping to maybe do half of them from primarily his pov and the other half primarily from hers, just bc I think that would be somewhat interesting. I'm actually going to post up a table somewhere -- if I can get the code right -- so that I can table-link related fics like this bc a list is nice, but a table is prettier.



"I said stop being such a huge baby and open up."

Fingers clenched around the cool glass of the thermometer as black eyebrows drew together in a frustrated expression. This was ridiculous. Here she was, when she could be enjoying a perfectly good manga and instead she was stuck engaged in a staring contest with her overgrown baby of a boyfriend. And all over a little thing like a thermometer. Growling, Rukia fixed him with a scowl, determined to somehow -- though the idea in and of itself was laughable -- outfrown Ichigo. Not that that was likely to happen. Ever. But she could still try.

Levering the glass rod, she caught her lower lip between her teeth thoughtfully. She needed his mouth open. "How" was really a moot point, as it didn't matter to her seeing as how he was going to open up, whether it was voluntarily or not. Now to just figure out the way that caused her the least amount of irritation.

"Ichigo, either you're going to open up and say ahhh or I'm going to MAKE you. Your choice."

From his vantage point on the bed, backed up in the corner, blankets yanked up to his chin and brown eyes glaring obstinately back at her, Ichigo shook his head with a snarl. He was NOT sick, and even if he had been, there was no way in hell he was trusting Rukia of all people, to take care of him. Girlfriend or not. And yes, his mind still did wince slightly everytime he applied that label -- it was just so downright weird really, to think of her that way -- but he supposed he was getting used to it. Slowly. But that was hardly the problem at hand. Gaze still focused on the thermometer, he shook his head again, clamping his mouth shut for a moment and wishing he knew how to melt through walls. Then he could get the hell AWAY from the crazy midget and her insistence on doctoring him. He was NOT sick.

Said thought was interrupted by a violent sneeze that cracked his head against the wall. Damned wall. Reminding himself to punch it later, he resumed glaring at her. "NO. Quit being stupid, I'm not sick. And even if I WAS sick, the hell makes you think I'd let you make me worse?"

He was going to win this arguement. Nevermind that he'd never won one before -- there'd been a few times where he'd thought he'd won, and gloated over his victory only to find that was the outcome she'd wanted all along, the sneaky bitch -- he was damned determined that this one would be different. After all, it wasn't like she could really force him to open his mouth, right? Sure, she was meaner -- THAT was about the only thing he rarely ever argued with her about -- but he was still stronger. And that had to count for something

"Oh really? Then how about you get the hell up and walk without stumbling? Oh, or manage to actually hold onto Zangetsu for long enough to hit something. Or stop hogging every blanket in the house when it's 80 degrees outside. Now Open. UP!"

Her most recent demand was accompanied by the rather sudden grind of her shoe against his bare -- ok, so maybe she WAS heartless -- foot. Which of course, elicited a yell, along with a series of rather uncomplementary phrases, all of which drected towards that dark-haired harpy who wouldn't just leave him the hell alone and let him shiver in silence. Said protests were cut off as she unceremoniously shoved the glass rod into his mouth, one arm snaking around his neck in a vicelike grip to make sure he couldn't get out of it. Damn woman.

"If you bite down you'll just choke on glass and I'll have to listen to you whine, so just SHUT UP and wait two damned minutes, dumbass."

Ok, so fine. He'd have to wait until the next arguement to try and win, and he'd have to make sure to demand no dirty tricks this time. Not that she was likely to listen, but it never hurted to demand it, he supposed. That out of the way, he resigned himself to glowering at her over the edge of the blankets as she laid the other hand against his forehead. It probably would have been a tender gesture, but right now it just seemed more like she was mocking him -- when was she ever NOT mocking him -- by acting like a concerned, sweet, caring girlfriend and not the bossy, overbearing shrimp that she was.

"God, you're burning up. And you actually think you're fooling anyone? Moron."

Pulling it out of his mouth, she studied it with a smug sense of victory. 102. Idiot. Like he really thought he was going to fool anyone like that? Turning it around in her hand so he could see the lines, she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"See? I told you you were sick. Now stay the hell in bed. I'll get some stuff from your dad to bring your fever down. Are you hungry?"

Still growling, he yanked the covers up higher with a scoff, fixing her with a scathing glare. "NO. I'm not hungry, and I DON'T need your help. I can take care of myself, Rukia, I don't need a damned nursemaid. Besides, if I wanted to get BETTER, I'd have Yuzu take care of me. At least that way I won't end up sicker."

That might have been a bad mood, as her fist caught him in the jaw. And she said she wanted to take care of him? Somehow he didn't think punching him in the mouth really counted along those lines.

"Asshole! You don't get to decide. And I'm not inflicting you on poor Yuzu. She's helping your dad, with patients who actually appreciate it. So just shut up and get over it."

Rubbing his jaw with a scowl, he snarled back at her. This was just not fair. Not just because she was being unreasonable -- hell, the first time she'd ever tried to cook for him, he'd thought he was going to die. Or at least, that his stomach was going to melt out of his body -- seeing as how he doubted she knew AT ALL how to really take care of anyone, but he didn't WANT to be taken care of. He wasn't supposed to be sick, to be the one relying on everyone else. It was supposed to be the other way around, that's what he DID. He protected them, his family, his nakama. Even her. It didn't really matter that germs were not listed amongst his rather extensive list of enemies, the thought was the same. He was the strong one, and she didn't GET IT, because if she had -- not that he gave most girls much credit in that department, but Rukia was different somehow and he'd actually thought she might -- then she'd do the thing that his guy friends did, and just ignore it and let him take care of things. That was the way of men, after all. Tough it out, be bold and brave and don't do any "weak pansy-ass shit".

And being sick apparently fell under the realm of "weak pansy-ass shit". Turning away, he resisted the urge to fling a pillow across the room in frustration -- not to mention the way even just the motion of turning made his head swim.. "Just cut it out, Rukia. I'm FINE. Just get me some Aspirin and go away. I don't need he-OWW!"

His tirade was cut off by her fingers squeezing his nose so hard it made his eyes water as she leaned in to rest her forehead against his shoulder for a moment. "Can't you just let someone else take care of you for once? You take care of us enough..... let us give some back."

All set to yell at her again, he instead found himself dumbfounded by the simple honesty in her statement -- whispered though it was, as though it were hard for her to even say the words -- and simply stopped resisting, staring at her with a rather confused look as she pulled back with a faint smile and plopped an icepack onto his head before leaning in to press lips softly to his forehead. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? I'll be back in a few minutes, I had Yuzu heat up some soup."

He watched her head out the door, mind still stunned into silence for a moment before he scowled and crossed arms over his chest, hunkering down into the blankets. Women. Fine, he'd let her take care of him. But that didn't mean he had to like it.
 
 
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twistedsheets10: solitudetwistedsheets10 on January 6th, 2008 11:58 pm (UTC)
Heeee. Ichigo's such a terrible patient. :)

(Oh, cool LJ layout btw. OMG RUKIAAAAAA!)
There's no Love Without youne_wayz on January 7th, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
Ichigo rantings are made of win!! And Rukia is a strategist to the max! She knows how to get him to bend over! hahaha

Can't wait for the next one
kane_shi_megami: Rukia-happykane_shi_megami on January 7th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
Great as always. Love your characterizations and how you captured them. Cute. <3
cheree_22cheree_22 on January 7th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
stubborn ichigo... he shoul've known that trying to defy rukia was useless...
{the once and future queen}: ichirukisenbonzakura77 on January 7th, 2008 11:27 pm (UTC)
He was going to win this arguement. Nevermind that he'd never won one before -- there'd been a few times where he'd thought he'd won, and gloated over his victory only to find that was the outcome she'd wanted all along, the sneaky bitch -- he was damned determined that this one would be different. After all, it wasn't like she could really force him to open his mouth, right?


HAHA! Ichigo ranting, such a hilarious thing. :D Wonderful job!
stop touching meisiteggs on January 8th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
Hahaha xD Great oneshot. Very in-character too. Do you have an account on Fanfiction.net?
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on January 8th, 2008 06:30 pm (UTC)
Yes I do, my pen-name is Tasogare-Taichou.