[Fanfiction] IchiRuki: TV Marathon; Entertainment
Two more IchiRuki to back-up, both dealing with TV's... O_o;;
Title: TV Marathon
Series: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Date: April 25th, 2005.
Note: Ah, the Chappy Marathon! Need I say more?
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Rukia had been continuously switching the channels for the last fifteen minutes when she finally found her desired show. She would have squealed if not for the fact that the orange-haired boy sitting next to her would have probably mocked her for doing it, and thus, he would ruin the show for her. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
The girl sat comfortably on the sofa, hugging the cushion in her lap with her free arm (for the other hand was still holding the remote control), eyes set on the television and the television only. The magic of the animated opening sequence of the show absorbing her completely and making her eyes grow wide with amusement. Oh, what great inventions had the modern men come up with…! And those little bunnies were too cute, God! The sparkles!
On the other side of the reddish brown couch, Kurosaki Ichigo grimaced by the time she had tried to stifle her giggles a tenth time. The giggling, no, all of these was all too disturbing. He shook his head in resignation, swearing never to make bets with Rukia over the control of the TV. Then again, who would have thought she’d choose something like this? He should have, of course… But moreover, who would have thought the TV station would put on air something like this at such hour, anyway? Ah, that damned thing and its magical friends were seriously going to leave scars for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t be able to erase many of them.
“Dammit,” he cursed, clenching his jaw and brushing his hair with his large fingers as a growl of frustration surfaced from his throat. He was fed up. As in really, really fed up. “Give me the fuckin’ remote control,” he ordered loudly to the girl beside him.
Rukia turned to him, startled at first and slightly upset about having to lose her concentration on the program being shown on the TV, and then smirked widely as she understood what the big deal was about. Her hands gripped the control slightly tighter against her chest. “Tsk, tsk... Language, Ichigo,” she teased. “Language. Little kids shouldn’t speak like that.”
His eyebrows twitched violently. “I don’t friggin’ care about language!” he retorted in an heated fashion. “Now, hand that over, Rukia! I’m not watching that crappy show any longer!” He demanded angrily, opening his hand to receive the object, but it never came.
“I won’t give it to you if you don’t request it properly,” Rukia informed him primly, lifting up her chin in clear defiance. In truth, she wasn’t even planning on giving it to him, though she wasn’t about to confess that. She inched away from Ichigo, almost imperceptibly.
Ichigo groaned moodily, but his intense glare didn’t even make her flinch. Not that it ever had worked before with her. “Don’t give me that shit, give that thing to me now,” he said as he stretched his hand to take the rectangle-shaped, black object and if possible, simply snatch it from her.
The female shinigami snickered at her substitute, not very subtly. “I refuse.” She raised the control over her head and started shaking it teasingly from side to side. She had soon realized how fun it really was to taunt the youngster before her.
“Bitch...” he cleared his throat, grumpily shifting on his seat and sighing gloomily. The chirpy music on the background was starting to frustrate him, really, really frustrate him. And that freakin’ bunny, damn, it was getting on his nerves.
He breathed another sigh of frustration and muttered under clenched teeth, “Would you please give me the remote control, Rukia?”
“Hmm,” she paused thoughtfully. Her navy blue eyes were glinting with amusement when she suddenly grinned up at him triumphantly, “No, Ichigo, I don’t think so!”
“ARGH, Rukia, you…!” Ichigo launched his whole body over her with every intention of taking the damned thing away from her and end his suffering. But the smirk on her face never faded.
And the ‘Chappy the Rabbit’ marathon kept playing all night long.
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Title: Entertainment
Series: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Date: March 23th, 2005.
Note: Ichigo. Rukia. Remote control. FIGHT!
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Rukia and Ichigo find that one of the few activities they can share without bickering, as much as they usually do anyways, is watching TV. Of course, that is if you don’t include the initial fight for the remote control. Once the issue for the control is settled, everything goes on quite smoothly. Thus, they watch the TV together on weekend nights when Isshin takes Yuzu and Karin for their weekly bowling session (how the girls cope with their father, Ichigo doesn’t understand even now). It is the only moment of the week that lacks one of their quarrels.
Except tonight, when she suddenly lifts up from her seat on one of the corners of the sofa, sits on the coffee table just in front of Ichigo, and stares at him with no apparent reason. Ah, and surely enough, she is efficiently blocking the TV screen from his sight. Most probably, this will just work to annoy the hell out of him.
“Rukia, what the hell are you doing? Move over,” he grunts commandingly to the girl, trying to push her with his left hand and cocking his head to glimpse at the TV. But he fails to do so, because the stubborn girl won’t move even one inch.
“I don’t want to.” She sounds so childish it almost makes Ichigo snort. Despite her small size, there is no other indication of her being a child.
He grunts once again. “Move, damn it,” he tells her impatiently, “I want to watch the end of the freakin’ movie, that you chose by the way, but you cover the whole bloody screen. The only thing I can see is your stupid face.”
“So?” Rukia looks straight into his amber eyes, as though she wants to see something else in them. “I can only see your face too and that doesn’t bother me at all.” There is a hint of a mischievous grin on the dark-haired girl’s face. Ichigo vaguely thinks she’s had too much chocolate today. “Is the movie that important?” she asks softly.
Since he doesn’t make any indication of replying, she busies herself with regarding him carefully. Ichigo’s eyebrows are drawn together in a deep frown when he glares at her, conscious of the way she’s looking at him. “What Inoue told me is correct,” she declares after some time of analysis, her bright, blue eyes wide with amusement, and the grin turns into a smirk as she thoughtfully rubs her chin with her thumb.
“Hn…” He gives up, shaking his head in defeat, and doesn’t go through the trouble of pushing her away anymore. He already knows how annoying the petit-sized woman can get when she becomes this pigheaded, and so he lets Rukia finish her incessant ranting. There’s nothing much left to do to shut her up now.
“You know, Ichigo,” she starts with a sweet, playful tone laced onto her voice. It annoys Ichigo way more than he actually admits. She smiles, “You do have a funny face.”
He is startled, and his eyes tell her so when they go round like saucers, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he then glares at her fiercely and grunts some random curse at her. Rukia laughs, content with his reaction, and he is even more stunned at the unusual sound coming from her. He recalls hearing it before but he still is unfamiliar with her sincere laughter. It’s not that he couldn’t get used to it, however.
They stay a little longer like that, looking at each other and not speaking at all, as the ending song of the movie dies down with the final credits.
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Title: TV Marathon
Series: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Date: April 25th, 2005.
Note: Ah, the Chappy Marathon! Need I say more?
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Rukia had been continuously switching the channels for the last fifteen minutes when she finally found her desired show. She would have squealed if not for the fact that the orange-haired boy sitting next to her would have probably mocked her for doing it, and thus, he would ruin the show for her. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
The girl sat comfortably on the sofa, hugging the cushion in her lap with her free arm (for the other hand was still holding the remote control), eyes set on the television and the television only. The magic of the animated opening sequence of the show absorbing her completely and making her eyes grow wide with amusement. Oh, what great inventions had the modern men come up with…! And those little bunnies were too cute, God! The sparkles!
On the other side of the reddish brown couch, Kurosaki Ichigo grimaced by the time she had tried to stifle her giggles a tenth time. The giggling, no, all of these was all too disturbing. He shook his head in resignation, swearing never to make bets with Rukia over the control of the TV. Then again, who would have thought she’d choose something like this? He should have, of course… But moreover, who would have thought the TV station would put on air something like this at such hour, anyway? Ah, that damned thing and its magical friends were seriously going to leave scars for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t be able to erase many of them.
“Dammit,” he cursed, clenching his jaw and brushing his hair with his large fingers as a growl of frustration surfaced from his throat. He was fed up. As in really, really fed up. “Give me the fuckin’ remote control,” he ordered loudly to the girl beside him.
Rukia turned to him, startled at first and slightly upset about having to lose her concentration on the program being shown on the TV, and then smirked widely as she understood what the big deal was about. Her hands gripped the control slightly tighter against her chest. “Tsk, tsk... Language, Ichigo,” she teased. “Language. Little kids shouldn’t speak like that.”
His eyebrows twitched violently. “I don’t friggin’ care about language!” he retorted in an heated fashion. “Now, hand that over, Rukia! I’m not watching that crappy show any longer!” He demanded angrily, opening his hand to receive the object, but it never came.
“I won’t give it to you if you don’t request it properly,” Rukia informed him primly, lifting up her chin in clear defiance. In truth, she wasn’t even planning on giving it to him, though she wasn’t about to confess that. She inched away from Ichigo, almost imperceptibly.
Ichigo groaned moodily, but his intense glare didn’t even make her flinch. Not that it ever had worked before with her. “Don’t give me that shit, give that thing to me now,” he said as he stretched his hand to take the rectangle-shaped, black object and if possible, simply snatch it from her.
The female shinigami snickered at her substitute, not very subtly. “I refuse.” She raised the control over her head and started shaking it teasingly from side to side. She had soon realized how fun it really was to taunt the youngster before her.
“Bitch...” he cleared his throat, grumpily shifting on his seat and sighing gloomily. The chirpy music on the background was starting to frustrate him, really, really frustrate him. And that freakin’ bunny, damn, it was getting on his nerves.
He breathed another sigh of frustration and muttered under clenched teeth, “Would you please give me the remote control, Rukia?”
“Hmm,” she paused thoughtfully. Her navy blue eyes were glinting with amusement when she suddenly grinned up at him triumphantly, “No, Ichigo, I don’t think so!”
“ARGH, Rukia, you…!” Ichigo launched his whole body over her with every intention of taking the damned thing away from her and end his suffering. But the smirk on her face never faded.
And the ‘Chappy the Rabbit’ marathon kept playing all night long.
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Title: Entertainment
Series: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Date: March 23th, 2005.
Note: Ichigo. Rukia. Remote control. FIGHT!
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Rukia and Ichigo find that one of the few activities they can share without bickering, as much as they usually do anyways, is watching TV. Of course, that is if you don’t include the initial fight for the remote control. Once the issue for the control is settled, everything goes on quite smoothly. Thus, they watch the TV together on weekend nights when Isshin takes Yuzu and Karin for their weekly bowling session (how the girls cope with their father, Ichigo doesn’t understand even now). It is the only moment of the week that lacks one of their quarrels.
Except tonight, when she suddenly lifts up from her seat on one of the corners of the sofa, sits on the coffee table just in front of Ichigo, and stares at him with no apparent reason. Ah, and surely enough, she is efficiently blocking the TV screen from his sight. Most probably, this will just work to annoy the hell out of him.
“Rukia, what the hell are you doing? Move over,” he grunts commandingly to the girl, trying to push her with his left hand and cocking his head to glimpse at the TV. But he fails to do so, because the stubborn girl won’t move even one inch.
“I don’t want to.” She sounds so childish it almost makes Ichigo snort. Despite her small size, there is no other indication of her being a child.
He grunts once again. “Move, damn it,” he tells her impatiently, “I want to watch the end of the freakin’ movie, that you chose by the way, but you cover the whole bloody screen. The only thing I can see is your stupid face.”
“So?” Rukia looks straight into his amber eyes, as though she wants to see something else in them. “I can only see your face too and that doesn’t bother me at all.” There is a hint of a mischievous grin on the dark-haired girl’s face. Ichigo vaguely thinks she’s had too much chocolate today. “Is the movie that important?” she asks softly.
Since he doesn’t make any indication of replying, she busies herself with regarding him carefully. Ichigo’s eyebrows are drawn together in a deep frown when he glares at her, conscious of the way she’s looking at him. “What Inoue told me is correct,” she declares after some time of analysis, her bright, blue eyes wide with amusement, and the grin turns into a smirk as she thoughtfully rubs her chin with her thumb.
“Hn…” He gives up, shaking his head in defeat, and doesn’t go through the trouble of pushing her away anymore. He already knows how annoying the petit-sized woman can get when she becomes this pigheaded, and so he lets Rukia finish her incessant ranting. There’s nothing much left to do to shut her up now.
“You know, Ichigo,” she starts with a sweet, playful tone laced onto her voice. It annoys Ichigo way more than he actually admits. She smiles, “You do have a funny face.”
He is startled, and his eyes tell her so when they go round like saucers, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he then glares at her fiercely and grunts some random curse at her. Rukia laughs, content with his reaction, and he is even more stunned at the unusual sound coming from her. He recalls hearing it before but he still is unfamiliar with her sincere laughter. It’s not that he couldn’t get used to it, however.
They stay a little longer like that, looking at each other and not speaking at all, as the ending song of the movie dies down with the final credits.
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