Him and Her

Him and Her

Author: foxmagic

Rating: PG-13 for now, R in later chapters.

Italics: thoughts

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.

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NOTE: Okay, so this should rightfully be called an extended version of my first story, His pain and Her embarrassment, since it has a lot to do with what went on at that time. But then again…all the stories here kinda have something to do with each other anyways.

Yep…that’s pretty confusing.

Owell. I wrote this as a separate story in response to several people who wanted to hear that conversation Ichigo was too chicken to have with Rukia earlier. Let’s see how he does. Hehehehe…

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Story Three: His frustration and Her naïveté

Rukia tapped her pencil on the desk. The teacher was speaking, but she hardly noticed. It had been one of those days…she began to wonder if Urahara had sold her some busted goods. The world was just moving so sluggishly, as was school.

She became suddenly aware of the loud ringing of the lunch bell. But while all the students rushed to go eat, Rukia remained seated, her thoughts keeping her busy for the moment.

This place was strange, that much she knew. School in this realm was much different than her own back in soul society. There she had been trained in the demon arts and brought up as a powerful shinigami. Here…they learned the function of numbers and etiquettes of speaking. MUCH different.

Ichigo wasn’t a big help either. Rukia had so many questions concerning this place, but whenever it came to explaining things he just made it more confusing. Come to think of it…he had never given her a straight answer about what happened the other day. She wanted to know, though. It puzzled her to no end.

I’ll ask him. Decided Rukia. I’ll just go up to Ichigo and demand an explanation.

Finally getting up and taking her lunch, she headed outside to where the kids usually ate. Before arriving at her destination, though, the sight of an orange-haired boy coming out of the bathroom caused her to stop.

“Hey! Ichigo!” Rukia called after him.

He turned to look back at her, annoyance clearly written across his features. “Don‘t tell me you forgot how to open your lunch again.”

“Shuddap!” She barked. “I have a question to ask you…”

The sound of Mizuiro’s voice calling down the hallway suddenly broke through their conversation. “Yo Ichigo! Are you coming or what?”

“Yeah yeah, hold on!” He yelled back, turning to leave.

“Hey! I said I had a question!”

“Tell me later, if I don’t go now Mizuiro’s gonna have a cow.”

“But-”

And with that, the boy departed, leaving Rukia to stand in the hallway alone. Her temper boiled. Ichigo could be such an ass at times.

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Ah yes, lunch time. Every kid in the entire school breathes a sigh of relief when the bell rings about mid-day. This is the time when you can take a break from all that boring school work and finally go outside for some relaxing fresh air. So quiet…so peaceful…

If only Ichigo and Mizuiro would shut their god damn mouths.

“The project is due tomorrow! We hardly have anything done!” Complained Mizuiro.

Ichigo shrugged. “We’ll finish it tonight. Stop being so annoying. I’m regretting picking you as a partner.”

“You only picked me because by the time you got back from the nurse’s office, there was no one left!”

“…so what’s your point?”

“Gah!”

Remembering the incident, he sighed inwardly. Rukia had gotten a call in the middle of class alerting her to the presence of a Hollow, and they both had to leave, feigning sick. Taking into consideration all the Hollows they’ve had to face lately, who could blame him for not helping much with the assignment. But he couldn’t tell Mizuiro that.

“Fine…let’s go finish it now before lunch is over. We still have some time.”

Rukia watched as both a reluctant Ichigo and a satisfied Mizuiro got up and headed back into the building. That left her, Keigo, and Chad.

Then all of a sudden, Chad gathered his things and left as well.

That left her and Keigo.

She swallowed a piece of the sandwich in her hand, looking at him rather wearily. He was the one that was always talking weird when she was around. He was also the guy that shouted to Ichigo when the group had walked in on them in his room. What did he say again?

I can’t believe it, Ichigo! You and Rukia-san?

Way to go ICHIGO! You the MAN!

Rukia cocked her head in confusion. That’s right…she was going to ask Ichigo about that earlier.

Hmm. She wrinkled up her nose. What a bother humans are. So many different emotions…they’re hard to decipher.

Keigo noticed her eyes on him, so he turned and smiled. “Are you staring at me, Rukia-san?” He raised his eyebrows. The ladies just can’t get enough of Keigo.

“I actually have a question.”

“Oh…well maybe I can help then.”

Focusing her gaze on him, Rukia let loose. “What does it mean…when a girl spends the night at a boy’s house?”

She wasn’t sure if the fact that Keigo was now choking on his food meant that he didn’t know or did know.

“Wha…what?!” He managed to swallow.

“Well, say a girl spends the night at a boy’s house. What does that mean? Is it bad?” Rukia didn’t know what the big deal was. Weren’t kids down here always staying at one another’s houses?

“Umm, well…it depends.”

“Depends on what?” The girl inquired further.

“Depends on the circumstance I guess…I wouldn’t really call it bad.” Keigo was still at a loss. He had no idea why she would bring something like that…

Oh.

Rukia looked on in bewilderment as the boy threw his arms around her shoulders, shifting closer.

“Rukia-san!” He cooed. “I had no idea you felt that way about me! I’m speechless!”

(Cue the heart-shaped eyes and sparkly background)

“Eh?” She tried to move away but found him clinging to her. Not really the reaction she expected. Now there was no escape. Where was the knight-in-shining-armor that every fairy-tale seemed to have?

“What the HELL are you doing, Keigo?!” An abrupt kick sent the love-struck boy flying a good many feet.

Ah yes…there he was.

Ichigo retracted his foot and sent a scowl Rukia’s way.

“You retard! You almost hit me! Besides, he was about to explain something!” She growled.

“I bet he was.”

“I feel hurt that you would assume something like that, Ichigo!” Exclaimed Keigo, body still imprinted in the ground.

“I wasn’t talking to YOU!” Ichigo shouted as he grabbed hold of Rukia and hauled her over to the side of the building. Once out of the other’s hearing range, he spoke again. “Why do you gotta draw so much attention to yourself? You’re supposed to at least act like a normal teenager.”

“Be quiet! I had a question. I would have gone to you…but you were busy.”

“Yeah, and what kinda question would that be?”

Rukia yanked her arm from his grasp and stood defiantly. “I just wanted to know how your stupid human brain works. It’s annoying to be kept in the dark about things.”

“Are you STILL going on about what happened a couple weeks ago? I told you not to worry bout it.”

“I don’t care. TELL ME! What’s the big secret about it anyway? You’re such a pain in the ass!”

That was the last straw. Ichigo couldn’t take much more of her whining. He was still baffled that she couldn’t make the connection with such a simple thing as this. And even more confusing was that she was being so persistent about it. Whatever the reason was, he was sure he didn’t care. The girl simply needed a hobby…something OTHER than fighting Hollows. However, it appeared as though they would need to have that conversation sooner than he thought.

“Ichigo! Are you listening to me?”

“SEX, YOU MORON! THEY THOUGHT WE HAD SEX!!!” He burst out yelling in frustration. “You are such an IDIOT!”

“…?!”

Rukia’s eyes grew wide at the sudden outburst. She couldn’t help the bit of red that now grew on her cheeks, making her entire face feel hot. Ichigo too blushed a little at what he had said, eyes darting around to make sure nobody heard…though it was loud enough that even his dad back at home probably heard every word.

“….”

“….”

The silence lasted a while, but Rukia broke first.

“I can’t believe you actually said something like that.”

“Wha…WHAT?!” He replied angrily. “You ASKED!”

Some ways away, a camera flashed. Mizuiro smiled at the sight of the two as they bickered, now in plain view. Definitely a Kodak moment.

“I think I’ll put this in our project. We could use a visual aide.” He said, thinking over their subject matter.

When two opposing forces collide, war breaks loose. Only when one side overcomes the other or surrenders, can all fighting cease.

At that moment, Rukia landed a punch straight to Ichigo’s stomach. He fell, an obvious sign of submission…and severe pain.

Both Keigo and Mizuiro flinched instinctively. “…ouch.”

And so, with the victor chosen…so doth the spoils go.

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Okay then…eheheh…that was sorta weird, but I hope you enjoyed it! It seems a little outta place, but what can I say? That’s the only way I could see it working. I really hope I don’t get shot for this story. Hahaha. Sorry it took me a while to get up. You wouldn’t believe how nervous I get about posting my stuff! Lol.

Please review for me, PRETTY please? I want some feedback! Thanks so much.

-foxmagic