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30 March 2009 @ 11:25 pm
Day 3 - Seeing Red  
Title: Day 3 - Seeing Red
Author/Artist: tasogaretaichou
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Kuchiki Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #19 - red
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine.

"Ichigo. Ichigo! ICHIGO!"

The incessant noise -- he realized a moment before her foot contacted his shin that it was Rukia trying to get his attention -- was suddenly punctuated by the sharp impact of hard plastic against the rather tender front of his shin. Hissing, he jerked the abused limb back away from her, resisting the urge to shift his weight to the other foot. Damned if he was about to let her know how much that had hurt. Glaring, he leveled his amber-brown gaze at the petite, dark-haired shinigami standing there with her hands fisted on her hips. Damned midget, the hell did she do that for? Well, honestly he knew why, it was because she'd been trying to get his attention and he hadn't been giving it.

Growling under his breath, he shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the overwhelming desire to snarl at her as he finally gave her the attention she wanted.


Rolling her eyes at his attitude, Rukia cocked her head to the side, mouth set in a stubborn line. What was his damned problem anyway, it wasn't like they didn't go out shopping or something. Hell, they'd been out like this enough times before and he'd been fine with it. Ok, so maybe 'fine' was putting it a bit too nicely, but he at least generally seemed to tolerate it when she wanted to go somewhere and -- by virtue of the fact that he was the one with the money -- that meant he needed to go to.

"The hell is wrong with you? You act like we're being stalked or something."

It was true, and he could deny it all he wanted to but she wasn't about to buy into it. Ever since they'd left the house, he'd been on edge. At first, she'd just taken it to be his usual weirdness, half-expecting a hollow or something else to show up in one of those frustrating situations where they couldn't easily just take off and go about their usual business of hunting, but now she wasn't so convinced. He kept looking around, checking around doors and corners and the like, almost as though he thought they were being followed.

As far as Rukia was concerned, it was stupid. No one was following him, though given the way his father was she honestly couldn't blame him. It had only been three days or so since the two of them had come to their shared realization of feelings and the shinigami wasn't about to admit that she had similar feelings to her companion in regards to the idea of Kurosaki Isshin finding out about their newfound feelings.

Shuddering slightly in reflex at the thought of Isshin's likely overenthusiastic response, she scowled back at Ichigo -- seeing as he still hadn't answered her question and had instead gone back to his recently-acquired practice of being paranoid -- and adjusted the collar of her red corduroy coat. If he didn't answer her soon, she was going to kick him again.

"I am not."

It was a typical answer for him, the sort he always gave that really meant "I don't want to say why I'm doing this", and even though he could tell it didn't satisfy her, at least she hadn't hit him again. Eyes shifting from side to side, he made another quick pass of the area before letting out a pent-up breath with an audible sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Good. At least now he was sure there wasn't anyone around who would recognize them.

There was no way that he would have said anything to her -- hell, he wanted to actually live to make it to 17 -- but as far as he was concerned, there was equally little chance that, if he had anything to do with it, any of their friends -- and most especially their classmates -- would happen to come across Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia on a...... date.

Just the thought of it was almost enough to make him shudder. Not the idea of being close to Rukia like that, though that idea was still new enough in his mind that he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with the whole notion of 'together' yet. No, it wasn't the idea of being together with her, it was more the idea of being together with her and anyone else knowing that he had an issue with. Just like how he still dodged any questions from schoolmates about the supposed 'relationship' between him and Rukia -- the relationship that he wasn't about to admit was NOW actuality instead of just gossip-driven assumptions.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she squared up her shoulders and set her lips in a hard line with that look that clearly indicated she was seriously considering hitting him. Sighing again, he returned the scowl and proceeded to look the other way. Fine, if she wanted to sulk he could do it too. Only... he didn't really want to be sulking. In fact, despite what he would have admitted -- especially to her -- he was enjoying their time together, enjoying the chance to spend some actual normal time with the shinigami who he was only just accepting meant far more to him then just a friend.

Glancing down at her small hand peeking out from the cuff of her bright red coat -- red was a good colour on her, it set off her hair and eyes really well, even though he wasn't really sure what made him think of that -- he studied her fingertips for a moment, swallowing past the sudden dryness in his throat as he hesitantly reached over to twine his larger fingers through hers, his face tactfully averted to hopefully conceal the burning on his cheeks.

She felt his fingertips wrap around hers with an almost shy, hesitant manner as they walked, violet eyes widening above the sudden blush on her face as she reflexively tightened her grip on his hand. It was... strange, in a way, to be like this. It felt right, but at the same time almost surreal, as though she were walking through some sort of dream-world where they were both just normal highschool students, where there were no Hollows, no Soul Society, no Aizen. None of those things that complicated every step of life they both took.

Smiling slightly, she let her steps carry her a little bit closer, until she could almost rest her head on his shoulder -- or his arm at least, he was so much taller than her -- closing her eyes slightly and just enjoying the moment. It was... nice. Or at least, it was nice until she registered a voice calling, a voice that sounded very familiar and then all of a sudden her hand was dropped from his warm grip like it was something rotten and the space between them had widened to roughly three feet. Slightly bewildered, she glanced around in time to see him nod to Keigo and Mizuiro as the other boys approached, Keigo slinging an arm around Ichigo's neck with a suggestive grin on his face, one elbow digging into the orange-haired teen's ribs as he muttered something snide that she couldn't hear.

What she could hear was Ichigo's half-choked sputter of denial as he shook his head, proclaiming that of course not, he hadn't been holding her hand and they "sure as hell" weren't on a date. Clenching her fist by her side, she could feel the vein start to pulse in her forehead. Oh he did not....

In the aftermath, Ichigo would come to the conclusion that a serious hit to his reputation hurt a good deal less than several well-placed hits from Kuchiki Rukia's much smaller person.
Catwoman & bitch extraordinaireelfishscallywag on May 25th, 2009 12:10 am (UTC)
*shakes head* Oh that stupid, stupid boy.
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on May 25th, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
Oh yes. Berry does not always possess what would be called "teh smartz"


Hopefully I'll be able to get the rest of these finished soon, so I can put them all in order. Then they'll be so much easier to read.