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[Bleach] Ichigo Torture drabbles with titles too long to fit them all!
More ichi_ruki Ichigo Torture drabbles! Man, this is kinda hard to keep up for 12 day. Only a few more...
Here She Comes to Save the Day
Rukia sighed and turned a page of her manga as Ichigo snored outside the closet. Even if she weren't all keyed up from a tough fight with a hollow, she wouldn't be able to sleep with that noise. At least she had something to read. Thankfully, she knew a kidou spell to provide light to her little dwelling, since Ichigo had never seen fit to ask if she would like a lamp or other amenities.
The manga was interesting. Much of this world's reading materials were, and they were certainly much more exciting than the weighty, dignified tomes kept in the Kuchiki estate. The scary ones were the best, but others were good too. She especially liked the one she was reading now, which starred a girl who was a "superhero." An Ichigo term, but an apt one. It was nice to read about a girl being strong, saving the day. It would be nice to be that strong again.
"Ichigo!" Rukia kicked in the door of the dark, dank dungeon to see him stretched out on a rack, his sword leaning against the wall nearby. "I'm here to save you!"
"Rukia!" he cried, eyes shining with relieved joy. "I'm so glad!"
"Never!" hissed the evil mad scientist standing over him. "The boy is mine!"
"Not tonight!" she declared, and leapt into a series of spinning kicks and karate chops, sending him flying out a conveniently-placed window with one final punch. Carefully brushing the hair out of her face, she flicked Ichigo's restraints open.
He beamed up at her. "My her--"
"Znnggghjhjk!"
The sound of another loud snore jolted Rukia back to reality. She placed a bookmark in her manga and closed it, letting the kidou lapse and plunge the closet into darkness. She rolled over and tried to ignore Ichigo's noises.
It was nice to dream.
The Sound of Silence
When the thundrous blows of his fight with the sixth espada died away, there was only one thing to do next.
It was so quiet in the ruined tower. It should be louder, Ichigo thought; anything that could take Rukia down should be able to shake apart the world.
Then he saw her still form and didn’t think about anything else until she was in his arms. “Inoue,” he said. “Heal her. Please.”
She nodded and set to work. Never mind that Rukia wasn’t breathing. Never mind that she felt… cold.
“Rukia,” he murmured. “Wake up.”
The glow faded. He waited for her to make a sound.
Let's Get Ready to Rumble
Ichigo struggled to get his arms out of the lock Rukia had them in. “What the hell are you doing?” he sputtered.
“Asserting ourselves,” she said sternly, and yanked his arms further back.
“Bitch! That hurts!”
“Oh, does it?” she replied sweetly, then changed her grip enough to toss him. He landed in the middle of the ring with a bounce. “Inoue! You’re tagged in!”
Ichigo had just enough time to wonder where the hell a wrestling ring had come from when he heard a loud “KYAAA! Look out, Kurosaki-kun, here I come!”
He looked up to see a pair of breasts looming in his vision as Inoue leapt from the ropes and directly on to him.
Everything went dark and warm.
Ichigo woke up with a start, then fell back into his rumpled bedsheets with a sigh of relief.
I’m never eating Dad’s cooking again.
The Last Surrender
“Say my name.”
Ichigo swallowed heavily. When they’d come on this mission to Hueco Mundo, he hadn’t expected to lose. When he’d lost, he hadn’t expected to wake up again. When he’d awakened, he hadn’t expected to be chained to some high-ceilinged bedroom in the middle of Las Noches, ready to be molested.
And he really, really hadn’t expected to like it. Not hands there and a mouth there and oh god, skin everywhere.
The woman atop him ran her hands down his chest. He shivered. He especially hadn’t expected Aizen to use his damned hogyoku to brainwash one of his companions and set her loose on Ichigo for his twisted amusement.
“Say my name,” she insisted again, voice gentle, hands not.
He closed his eyes. “Rukia.”
(And an amusing follow-up from tenebris here)
Prepare to Lick Off the Buttercream
Ichigo stared. “No. No way.”
“Please, Kurosaki-kun?” Orihime pleaded. “It’s what she wants! I asked her last week what she wanted for her birthday, and this was it?”
“Was she drunk at the time, Inoue?”
“Well…” She fidgeted. “Only a little. See, Mahana knew this really fun drinking game and-“
“Skip it. It’s not going to be my present.”
“Oh, it’s not going to be yours! It’s mine!”
“What.”
She blushed. “You see…with university classes starting next week and all, I don’t have a lot of money right now so I thought I would give her a gift from my heart!” She blinked back tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but-but I can’t afford anything else and I care about Kuchiki-san so much-“
“Inoue,” Ichigo sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it. But there are to be no video cameras, no snickering from the other guests, nothing. It’s your responsibility to make sure about these things.”
“Absolutely!” she squealed, and grabbed his arm to drag him away. “Oh, Ishida-kun will be so excited to make your outfit!”
And that’s why Ichigo jumped out of Rukia’s birthday cake in a Chappy suit.
Here She Comes to Save the Day
Rukia sighed and turned a page of her manga as Ichigo snored outside the closet. Even if she weren't all keyed up from a tough fight with a hollow, she wouldn't be able to sleep with that noise. At least she had something to read. Thankfully, she knew a kidou spell to provide light to her little dwelling, since Ichigo had never seen fit to ask if she would like a lamp or other amenities.
The manga was interesting. Much of this world's reading materials were, and they were certainly much more exciting than the weighty, dignified tomes kept in the Kuchiki estate. The scary ones were the best, but others were good too. She especially liked the one she was reading now, which starred a girl who was a "superhero." An Ichigo term, but an apt one. It was nice to read about a girl being strong, saving the day. It would be nice to be that strong again.
"Ichigo!" Rukia kicked in the door of the dark, dank dungeon to see him stretched out on a rack, his sword leaning against the wall nearby. "I'm here to save you!"
"Rukia!" he cried, eyes shining with relieved joy. "I'm so glad!"
"Never!" hissed the evil mad scientist standing over him. "The boy is mine!"
"Not tonight!" she declared, and leapt into a series of spinning kicks and karate chops, sending him flying out a conveniently-placed window with one final punch. Carefully brushing the hair out of her face, she flicked Ichigo's restraints open.
He beamed up at her. "My her--"
"Znnggghjhjk!"
The sound of another loud snore jolted Rukia back to reality. She placed a bookmark in her manga and closed it, letting the kidou lapse and plunge the closet into darkness. She rolled over and tried to ignore Ichigo's noises.
It was nice to dream.
The Sound of Silence
When the thundrous blows of his fight with the sixth espada died away, there was only one thing to do next.
It was so quiet in the ruined tower. It should be louder, Ichigo thought; anything that could take Rukia down should be able to shake apart the world.
Then he saw her still form and didn’t think about anything else until she was in his arms. “Inoue,” he said. “Heal her. Please.”
She nodded and set to work. Never mind that Rukia wasn’t breathing. Never mind that she felt… cold.
“Rukia,” he murmured. “Wake up.”
The glow faded. He waited for her to make a sound.
Let's Get Ready to Rumble
Ichigo struggled to get his arms out of the lock Rukia had them in. “What the hell are you doing?” he sputtered.
“Asserting ourselves,” she said sternly, and yanked his arms further back.
“Bitch! That hurts!”
“Oh, does it?” she replied sweetly, then changed her grip enough to toss him. He landed in the middle of the ring with a bounce. “Inoue! You’re tagged in!”
Ichigo had just enough time to wonder where the hell a wrestling ring had come from when he heard a loud “KYAAA! Look out, Kurosaki-kun, here I come!”
He looked up to see a pair of breasts looming in his vision as Inoue leapt from the ropes and directly on to him.
Everything went dark and warm.
Ichigo woke up with a start, then fell back into his rumpled bedsheets with a sigh of relief.
I’m never eating Dad’s cooking again.
The Last Surrender
“Say my name.”
Ichigo swallowed heavily. When they’d come on this mission to Hueco Mundo, he hadn’t expected to lose. When he’d lost, he hadn’t expected to wake up again. When he’d awakened, he hadn’t expected to be chained to some high-ceilinged bedroom in the middle of Las Noches, ready to be molested.
And he really, really hadn’t expected to like it. Not hands there and a mouth there and oh god, skin everywhere.
The woman atop him ran her hands down his chest. He shivered. He especially hadn’t expected Aizen to use his damned hogyoku to brainwash one of his companions and set her loose on Ichigo for his twisted amusement.
“Say my name,” she insisted again, voice gentle, hands not.
He closed his eyes. “Rukia.”
(And an amusing follow-up from tenebris here)
Prepare to Lick Off the Buttercream
Ichigo stared. “No. No way.”
“Please, Kurosaki-kun?” Orihime pleaded. “It’s what she wants! I asked her last week what she wanted for her birthday, and this was it?”
“Was she drunk at the time, Inoue?”
“Well…” She fidgeted. “Only a little. See, Mahana knew this really fun drinking game and-“
“Skip it. It’s not going to be my present.”
“Oh, it’s not going to be yours! It’s mine!”
“What.”
She blushed. “You see…with university classes starting next week and all, I don’t have a lot of money right now so I thought I would give her a gift from my heart!” She blinked back tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but-but I can’t afford anything else and I care about Kuchiki-san so much-“
“Inoue,” Ichigo sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it. But there are to be no video cameras, no snickering from the other guests, nothing. It’s your responsibility to make sure about these things.”
“Absolutely!” she squealed, and grabbed his arm to drag him away. “Oh, Ishida-kun will be so excited to make your outfit!”
And that’s why Ichigo jumped out of Rukia’s birthday cake in a Chappy suit.