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Maneater
a/n: Wahoo! Another drabble completed!
Thanks to everyone who’s been following me from the beginning! Much love to my readers and reviewers: Yakumo, uchiha mikomi, Kuromei, Emzzzz (I’m glad that you liked it!), Bunnybop05 (You seem to share my distaste for Momo. Yay!), and Anithene (I’m glad you liked them! Unfortunately, I’m not taking any requests at this time as I don’t have the time to fill them, but keep that in mind for when I open them in the future. Thanks!)
Title: Maneater
Characters: Rukia, Ichigo
Rating: M
Warning: Self-loving, some voyeurism
Words: 967
Description: In the beginning, there was a closet. And a girl hiding in it. The prequel to the Rukia's Dating Service series.
Rukia, phone on silent, idly clicks through the sectors of Karakura and looks for trouble. She knows that there is an alert designed to announce it, but she always feels better checking for herself. Karakura is her assignment after all, and she'll be damned if it falls to pieces under her watch.
One arm folded behind her head in lieu of a pillow, she crosses a leg over her raised knee and nearly hits her other knee on the side of the wall. This damn closet is far too small, but as it is the best in accommodations at the moment, she'll make do. She's tiny enough, she supposes, though she'll be damned if she says that aloud. Like ever.
Besides, Ichigo doesn't know she's here yet, and Rukia would like to keep it that way. She still isn't entirely sure what she thinks of the human that has inherited her powers. He's strong and stubborn, sure enough. With an honorable streak that would make him an excellent Shinigami. That damn recklessness would shove him right into the eleventh division, however. Well… maybe.
On the edge of her senses, Rukia hears a click, the sound of a door opening. And she freezes, reducing her breathing to a bare noise in the closet. She strains her ears to listen, her senses – as dulled and weak as they've become – easily pick out that it is Ichigo. She's not sure what he's doing, just poking around his room and muttering under his breath. She hears rustling, so he's probably changing his clothes.
Shrugging to herself, Rukia settles back comfortably. She promises to do just one check through her regions before putting the phone aside for the night.
She wonders when her powers will return. She hates feeling this helpless and having to rely on someone else. Rukia hasn't had to put her fate in someone else's hands for quite some time, and it’s an annoyance that sits heavy in her belly. Though the fact that Ichigo could accept her powers and wield them seemingly effortlessly is unusual in itself. Human bodies aren't built to accommodate Shinigami powers, and yet, he doesn't seem to show any ill effects.
Yet.
Karakura safe, Rukia sets aside the phone and folds both arms behind her head, preparing to drift into sleep. No doubt the alarm will strike sometime during the night; best to get her rest while she can. The glow coming from the edges of the closet abruptly ceases as Ichigo turns off the light and casts the closet in total darkness. And then, she hears the bed creak as he drops down into it, muttering to himself something about school and sew-happy bastards.
She’s vaguely intrigued but decides it's best not to reflect on that.
A nice silence settles then. There are some noises beyond the room. That of Ichigo's father puttering around doing whatever it is he does and of cars passing outside. But otherwise, it’s a nice quiet with the music of Ichigo's breathing and his occasional shift under the covers.
Rukia feels herself drifting, too. Her body is in that wonderful state right before sleep where her limbs are languid and her mind is wandering into various, unimportant areas.
And then, she hears it.
Dark blue eyes snap open. But Rukia freezes.
Was that just...?
Her ears pick up the sound again. A low groan. A withdrawn breath. Shifting covers. Squeaking mattress.
Though her mind instantly rushes to the perverted, Rukia stops and tells herself that it could be something as simple as a nightmare. After all, Hollows weren't the norm for Ichigo until he met her. And those things are enough to scare anyone. Not to mention he had come dangerously close to losing his family.
So yes. A nightmare. A perfectly legitimate and normal reaction to the circumstances.
Another groan.
Rukia feels her cheeks heat without her permission. Well, best to get her mind out of the gutter. She'll take a peek, just to remind herself of how foolish she is being.
She rolls over quietly and sticks her littlest finger against the door, pushing it open just an inch. It doesn't even make a sound, doesn't switch to the next groove, just rocks open a tiny portion. Rukia puts one eye to the crack and peers into the room.
She barely stifles her gasp.
It's dark, but thanks to the light directly outside Ichigo's bedroom and gleaming behind the thin curtain, she can see enough. Just the outline really and his face is cast in shadow, but it's enough. By Kami, it's enough.
That is so not her reaction to a nightmare.
She watches, unable to look away even though she knows that she probably should because this sort of thing should be private especially when the eyes are uninvited. But Ichigo – even at fifteen – is an attractive man, and she has to admit, it's just a bit sexy. Not unlike the one time she caught Renji back in Rukongai. He had blushed so darkly then. Almost darker than his hair.
Ichigo gasps and bites his bottom lip, hand working faster and faster with little technique and all force. He seems to have no interest in teasing himself, in dragging things out, only seeking release. Just like a teenager. A virgin in fact.
Hmm.
Rukia has a thought.
She silently pushes the door shut with her pinky. Rolling over with equal silence, Rukia contemplates. Her ears continue their unintended voyeurism, but like all virgin, teenage boys, Ichigo is done quickly. Tissue is pulled from somewhere, Rukia's sure. And then with a creak, Ichigo rolls over and goes to sleep.
But the thought continues to take hold in Rukia's brain, growing thorns and tendrils, nestling into every crevice. Forming an idea. A plan of action.
And Rukia smiles. Deviously.
In his sleep, Ichigo shivers.
In various places around Seireitei, many other men do, too.
*****
a/n: And thus the idea for Rukia’s Dating Service is born! Yep. This is how it all started. I don’t know when the next in the series will be done… because I haven’t thought of it yet, but I assure you, pretty soon Ichigo will make his choice. Who will it be, I wonder? Not even I know! Stay tuned!
Thanks to everyone who’s been following me from the beginning! Much love to my readers and reviewers: Yakumo, uchiha mikomi, Kuromei, Emzzzz (I’m glad that you liked it!), Bunnybop05 (You seem to share my distaste for Momo. Yay!), and Anithene (I’m glad you liked them! Unfortunately, I’m not taking any requests at this time as I don’t have the time to fill them, but keep that in mind for when I open them in the future. Thanks!)
Title: Maneater
Characters: Rukia, Ichigo
Rating: M
Warning: Self-loving, some voyeurism
Words: 967
Description: In the beginning, there was a closet. And a girl hiding in it. The prequel to the Rukia's Dating Service series.
Rukia, phone on silent, idly clicks through the sectors of Karakura and looks for trouble. She knows that there is an alert designed to announce it, but she always feels better checking for herself. Karakura is her assignment after all, and she'll be damned if it falls to pieces under her watch.
One arm folded behind her head in lieu of a pillow, she crosses a leg over her raised knee and nearly hits her other knee on the side of the wall. This damn closet is far too small, but as it is the best in accommodations at the moment, she'll make do. She's tiny enough, she supposes, though she'll be damned if she says that aloud. Like ever.
Besides, Ichigo doesn't know she's here yet, and Rukia would like to keep it that way. She still isn't entirely sure what she thinks of the human that has inherited her powers. He's strong and stubborn, sure enough. With an honorable streak that would make him an excellent Shinigami. That damn recklessness would shove him right into the eleventh division, however. Well… maybe.
On the edge of her senses, Rukia hears a click, the sound of a door opening. And she freezes, reducing her breathing to a bare noise in the closet. She strains her ears to listen, her senses – as dulled and weak as they've become – easily pick out that it is Ichigo. She's not sure what he's doing, just poking around his room and muttering under his breath. She hears rustling, so he's probably changing his clothes.
Shrugging to herself, Rukia settles back comfortably. She promises to do just one check through her regions before putting the phone aside for the night.
She wonders when her powers will return. She hates feeling this helpless and having to rely on someone else. Rukia hasn't had to put her fate in someone else's hands for quite some time, and it’s an annoyance that sits heavy in her belly. Though the fact that Ichigo could accept her powers and wield them seemingly effortlessly is unusual in itself. Human bodies aren't built to accommodate Shinigami powers, and yet, he doesn't seem to show any ill effects.
Yet.
Karakura safe, Rukia sets aside the phone and folds both arms behind her head, preparing to drift into sleep. No doubt the alarm will strike sometime during the night; best to get her rest while she can. The glow coming from the edges of the closet abruptly ceases as Ichigo turns off the light and casts the closet in total darkness. And then, she hears the bed creak as he drops down into it, muttering to himself something about school and sew-happy bastards.
She’s vaguely intrigued but decides it's best not to reflect on that.
A nice silence settles then. There are some noises beyond the room. That of Ichigo's father puttering around doing whatever it is he does and of cars passing outside. But otherwise, it’s a nice quiet with the music of Ichigo's breathing and his occasional shift under the covers.
Rukia feels herself drifting, too. Her body is in that wonderful state right before sleep where her limbs are languid and her mind is wandering into various, unimportant areas.
And then, she hears it.
Dark blue eyes snap open. But Rukia freezes.
Was that just...?
Her ears pick up the sound again. A low groan. A withdrawn breath. Shifting covers. Squeaking mattress.
Though her mind instantly rushes to the perverted, Rukia stops and tells herself that it could be something as simple as a nightmare. After all, Hollows weren't the norm for Ichigo until he met her. And those things are enough to scare anyone. Not to mention he had come dangerously close to losing his family.
So yes. A nightmare. A perfectly legitimate and normal reaction to the circumstances.
Another groan.
Rukia feels her cheeks heat without her permission. Well, best to get her mind out of the gutter. She'll take a peek, just to remind herself of how foolish she is being.
She rolls over quietly and sticks her littlest finger against the door, pushing it open just an inch. It doesn't even make a sound, doesn't switch to the next groove, just rocks open a tiny portion. Rukia puts one eye to the crack and peers into the room.
She barely stifles her gasp.
It's dark, but thanks to the light directly outside Ichigo's bedroom and gleaming behind the thin curtain, she can see enough. Just the outline really and his face is cast in shadow, but it's enough. By Kami, it's enough.
That is so not her reaction to a nightmare.
She watches, unable to look away even though she knows that she probably should because this sort of thing should be private especially when the eyes are uninvited. But Ichigo – even at fifteen – is an attractive man, and she has to admit, it's just a bit sexy. Not unlike the one time she caught Renji back in Rukongai. He had blushed so darkly then. Almost darker than his hair.
Ichigo gasps and bites his bottom lip, hand working faster and faster with little technique and all force. He seems to have no interest in teasing himself, in dragging things out, only seeking release. Just like a teenager. A virgin in fact.
Hmm.
Rukia has a thought.
She silently pushes the door shut with her pinky. Rolling over with equal silence, Rukia contemplates. Her ears continue their unintended voyeurism, but like all virgin, teenage boys, Ichigo is done quickly. Tissue is pulled from somewhere, Rukia's sure. And then with a creak, Ichigo rolls over and goes to sleep.
But the thought continues to take hold in Rukia's brain, growing thorns and tendrils, nestling into every crevice. Forming an idea. A plan of action.
And Rukia smiles. Deviously.
In his sleep, Ichigo shivers.
In various places around Seireitei, many other men do, too.
a/n: And thus the idea for Rukia’s Dating Service is born! Yep. This is how it all started. I don’t know when the next in the series will be done… because I haven’t thought of it yet, but I assure you, pretty soon Ichigo will make his choice. Who will it be, I wonder? Not even I know! Stay tuned!