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31 May 2009 @ 11:07 pm
Fanfic: Emerald Eyes  
Another one for 30_kisses, this one for IchiRuki

Title: Emerald Eyes
Author/Artist: tasogaretaichou
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Kuchiki Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: 17 - kHz
Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me. I am not that awesome.

White ground against white, enamel scraping against enamel as another soft peal of fake laughter cut through his senses. Ichigo felt his shoulders tense as long fingers clenched around the pencil in his hand, the yellow-painted wood creaking softly as the tension pushed it to it's limits. Another moment or so and he was relatively certain that the device would break in his hand. Not that he was paying much attention -- or cared, for that matter -- right now.

No, what he was supposed to be doing right now was studying his physics work, that was the purpose of study hall, after all. To study, and despite what so many people who didn't know him tended to assume because of his hair, Kurosaki Ichigo was one who actually studied in study hall. Or at least... that's what he'd always done in the past. Sit here, amidst the complaints from the others who didn't want to bother with something so mundane as study hall, and actually DO the work that they preferred to shirk. Hell, it wasn't like it was going to be his fault when they were bitching about it later and he had time to do whatever the hell he felt like.

Only... he couldn't do that right now.

And it was all the fault of the irritating little midget shinigami sitting there on the other side of the room, perched in the windowsill like she owned the damned place, legs crossed and acting like the center of the world. Irritating brat. Could hse just go ahead and shut up already, it wasn't like Keigo needed any more encouragement. And the hell did she have to sit like that, legs crossed just so, fluttering her hand all flirty-like and giggling like some idiot schoolgirl for?

For her part, Rukia was doing her best to ignore the stormcloud that was Ichigo, huddled in his corner on the other side of the room and seething angry energy like a stove hemmoraging heat. She didn't know what the hell his problem was, but frankly she didn't care. As far as Rukia was concerned, her.... whatever he was, was still somewhat on the 'bad' list for the shit he pulled yesterday at the mall. Pushing her irritation at him to the back of her mind, she turned her attention back to the conversation with a laugh.

The feel of the vein starting to throb in his head at yet another giggle from Rukia, and the answering crap from half the other males in the class was enough to make Ichigo nearly rip the page in his book as he made yet another attempt to feign disinterest in the way his gir- NO, he wasn't going to call her that -- in Rukia's current bahaviour. It was ridiculous, that's what it was. Ridiculous to begin with that she had to act all fake and stupid and just plain.... girly, when that wasn't her at all, and it was even MORE ridiculous that she seemed to get some sort of perverse thrill out of doing it when he was around, especially when she KNEW how much it got on his damned nerves. Scribbling down the answer to number 5 -- 16 khtz, the fuck was he supposed to care about khz or kilos or any of this shit right now? -- he felt yet another scrape on that last raw nerve as another familiar voice entered the cacaphony from the other side of the room.

Leveling a scowl at the back of an all too familiar blonde head, he imagined the finely honed point of Zangetsu cleaving said skull into a few select pieces. Damned Hirako, he was even more unforgivable, because he didn't even have the slight buffer of safety that most everyone else in the room did simply by virtue of the fact that they didn't know about 80% of the crap that was going on around them and therefore it made little sense -- not to mention little fairness -- for him to wish the business end of his zanpakutou into their guts for daring to flirt with his Rukia. He couldn't really hate them. Well, at least not fairly.

Hirako, on the other hand...he could hate.

Which he did, profusely at the moment, as the Vaizard slung an arm around the petite shinigami's shoulders for a moment before those olive green eyes slanted sideways and caught Ichigo's with a look that told the substitute shinigami plainly that the other man knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was essentially just daring Ichigo on.

The pencil broke with a resounding crack as the low growl rose up in his throat, muffled slightly by the harsh scrape of metal chair legs against the tile floor and the slamming of a book. Rounding on the suddenly silent crowd -- most of them were looking at him with expressions ranging from fear to disbelief, to skepticism -- he stalked over to them, one hand shooting out and wrapping long fingers around the blonde's tie with a snarl. Hirako, for his part, didn't seem at all phased to suddenly be on the business end of an angry Kurosaki Ichigo's arm, and instead just raised one eyebrow in a measured expression, almost as though questioning whether Ichigo actually intended to do anything besides be menacing.

It would figure that the prat would react like that, and it only made it that much more tempting to bury Hirako's face in the wall. Not that Ichigo had any illusions that it would be that easy, at least not unless the Vaizard kept up his usual premise -- because the substitute shinigami knew perfectly well what the other man was capable of. He'd seen it firsthand, after all -- but it was still satisfying to shove the lanky blonde up against the wall with an angry growl as he ignored the horrified and surprised gasps and exclamations all around.

"Get your hands off her, Hirako."

Wide mouth widened further into a grin as the eyebrows went up and Shinji chuckled, one hand easily disengaging the shinigami's fist from the front of his shirt and tossing it aside with a flippant shake of his hand.

"And since when does it matter to you, Kurosaki?"

Ichigo felt his fists clench, and his teeth grind together again as he began to once again contemplate the pros and cons that came with pounding Hirako a few inches into the pavement, though that was interrupted by the sharp pain in his shin -- thankfully she'd gotten off the desk, or it would have been a couple feet higher up -- as Rukia landed the sole of her shoe directly in the center of his tibia. Snarling out a curse, he rounded on the midget shinigami with a glare as she demanded to know who the hell he thought he was to decide who she talked to and who she didn't talk to, cutting her off with his own angry words.

"And what the hell are you flirting with him for?"

Sucking in an angry breath as two red spots appeared in the center of her cheeks, the shinigami pressed lips together with a flash of dark violet eyes before slugging him in the mouth with one small fist and stepping back to cross arms over her chest. She hadn't BEEN flirting with anyone, and who the hell did he think he was, acting all jealous when just yesterday he'd made a point of pretending like he didn't even know her everytime anyone they knew walked by while they were shopping?

"Last I checked, you don't own me, and I wasn't flirting with ANYONE, you oaf! And even if I was, that's none of your damned business, so exactly what do you plan to DO about it?"

Ichigo drew his shoulders up with a deep breath, teeth gritting and whole body tensing. Damn her and her ability to push his buttons like that. And damn her for always winning all the damned arguments. And... and damn Hirako for being Hirako, and damn women in general, and damn.... well, just damn it. Before she had a chance to spout any more sanctimonious bullshit, he'd crossed the distance between them and grabbed her by the upper arm.


Yanking her over to him, he brought his mouth down on hers to effectively shut her up, blocking out all the sudden gasps of shock and squeals of girlish glee -- more blackmail material, wasn't that what girls did? -- and concentrating on the fact that he'd managed to shut her up for once. Pulling back, he glowered down at her for a moment.

"So quit the flirting crap!"

Letting go of her arm, he left her there still somewhat dumbfounded by what had just happened as the rest of the class stared. Stalking over to his desk, he shoved books into his bag and slung bag onto his shoulder before storming out the door.
Catwoman & bitch extraordinaireelfishscallywag on June 1st, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
That made me shriek with giggles. Ooh Berry you're just way too hilarious :D I love Ichigo's temper issues. And Rukia's. Temper issues just make everything so much fun and I loved the way the fun happened here! Jealous Ichigo is adorable and he FINALLY kissed her in front of everyone else. By the way, where can I find the table that has these all in order?
Nice work!
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 1st, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it, his jealousness is fun to write, as are his mental ramblings. You can find all of my fiction on my sidebar. The link that just says "Fanfiction" goes to a listed format, the other link that says something like "Neko's Fanfic Table" has tables on it, anything in the table that isn't a link means it hasn't been written yet bc not all of my challenges I write in order.
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Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 3rd, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
Thank you. Ichigo's expressions and internal monologue are some of my favourite things to write for IchiRuki.
Wynnwinn_12 on June 3rd, 2009 06:42 pm (UTC)
I love your fics, your Ichigo is always so real and IC! *fangirls* lol
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 3rd, 2009 07:00 pm (UTC)
thank you. ^__^
Triciatriciadillard on June 4th, 2009 01:08 pm (UTC)
^_^ I love this! I haven't read a lot of fanfic, mostly because the way most people seem describe my favorite characters sucks, but this is great!!! Keep up the good work!
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 4th, 2009 11:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Fantastic!!!
thank you.
Cassie: IchiRuki [happy here]kashii_x on June 4th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
I always LOVEEE your fics~ Still in character, but SO SO amazing! ♥
This was great. ^^ Oh, Ichigo..
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 4th, 2009 11:58 pm (UTC)
thank you, glad you liked it. ^__^
urusai_kozu on June 7th, 2009 05:46 am (UTC)
Lol, nice one.. pulled off a kiss without getting out of character...Funny story too