Oh noes! More ebil!
Lord, I really should be working. Hee hee. Anyway, Part II is here! Like Part I only...II.
23: Getting Rid of Negativity, Part II: The Afternoon…er…After
Follows the timeline of my Ace of Cups drabbles....
Warnings: Weirdness, insanity and…more big brother pissiness!
Losing your virginity was weird. This is what Ichigo had decided. Oh sure, it was…nice, but he had the most difficult time looking directly at Rukia afterwards. His eyes kept skittering away, as though she was the sun and he was in danger of going blind. When he talked to her, he would look at a point directly over her shoulder, because if he looked at her, then he would focus on her mouth or her chest or her legs and then he would recall…things from the day before. And then he would have to go hide behind a big notebook. She thought it was funny and mercilessly teased him all day during school.
When the final bell rang to release the students from their prison for the day, he bolted out of the classroom so fast, he was a blur. Rukia followed at a more sedate pace.
Despite his haste, she caught up with him two blocks away from the clinic.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous, Ichigo.” She said cheerfully.
He turned and gave her the nastiest look he had. She merely smiled. Assured of his affection for her, Rukia had become quite comfortable with their new situation. She enjoyed teasing him because he invariably over-reacted. It really was cute.
Before he could get away from her and find the nearest big notebook, she reached out and grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together. He relaxed slightly.
“Sometimes I forget that you’re only 15.” She mused, sending a pebble skittering away with her foot.
“What does that mean?” He asked, stopping in his tracks and glaring at her.
She shrugged. “You’re a teenager. You have normal teenage reactions to things. We’ve been through so much, and you have so much power…I guess I just forget sometimes that in this world, you’re really just a kid.”
He pulled his hand away. “A kid?” He was offended, clearly. “How the hell old are you, then?”
“It’s rude to ask a lady her age.” She said primly and smoothed out her skirt.
“Should I call the police and report you?” He was regaining some of his humor. “Tell them you took advantage of a minor?”
She snorted, shattering the lady image. “Hardly. I seem to recall that the advantage-taking was mutual.”
He grinned and scratched the back of his head, a slight blush spilling across his cheeks.
“Yeah, I guess it was.”
She reached out and grabbed his hand again. “Come on, Ichigo. Let’s go home and take advantage of each other some more.”
They had taken two steps towards the clinic when a wave of power stopped them dead in their tracks.
Rukia’s eyes went wide. “That’s…nii-sama?”
Ichigo frowned. “Not just him. Renji’s there, and…” he concentrated on the other auras, trying to figure out who they were. “And Zaraki?”
“And Ukitake-taichou.” She turned to him, her expression worried. “Something has happened. Something bad.” She tugged his hand. “Come on, I think they’re at the park.”
They ran as fast as they could to the small park near the clinic, fear dogging their steps.
They skidded to a stop when they reached the park, shocked at the tableau in front of them. Standing at attention in front of the elephant slide was Byakuya, Renji, Ukitake, Zaraki and, waving cheerfully from the swing set, Urahara, with Yoruichi in cat form perched on his lap.
“What’s going on? Is it Aizen? A hollow?” Ichigo reached for the substitute Shinigami badge attached to his belt, ready to turn into his spirit form.
“Nii-sama? What’s wrong?” Rukia asked worriedly.
“Kurosaki.” Byakuya said, in a voice of doom. “You have defiled my sister and besmirched the noble house of Kuchiki.”
“Huh?” Ichigo looked dumbfounded.
“You asshole…how dare you touch her?” Renji growled from next to his captain. His grip on his sword was white-knuckled. “She’s too good for you!”
“Wait…are you talking about…?” Ichigo trailed off, his face turning bright red. Beside him, Rukia looked ready to pass out from the humiliation. “How…?”
“I have my ways.” Byakuya intoned. “Rukia is my responsibility. I will not see her ruined by your filthy hands.”
“Nii-sama…” Rukia began, taking in the cool disdain on her brother’s face, the murderous rage on Renji’s, the quiet disappointment on her captain’s and the gleeful insanity of Zaraki’s. “Wait.” She frowned at Zaraki. “I can understand why my brother is here, and Renji, and even my captain. But Zaraki-taichou, why are you here?”
Zaraki grinned. “I thought it would be fun.”
“I brought a camera!” Urahara added from the swings. Yoruichi meowed.
“Oh…God.” Rukia put her head in her hands.
23: Getting Rid of Negativity, Part II: The Afternoon…er…After
Follows the timeline of my Ace of Cups drabbles....
Warnings: Weirdness, insanity and…more big brother pissiness!
Losing your virginity was weird. This is what Ichigo had decided. Oh sure, it was…nice, but he had the most difficult time looking directly at Rukia afterwards. His eyes kept skittering away, as though she was the sun and he was in danger of going blind. When he talked to her, he would look at a point directly over her shoulder, because if he looked at her, then he would focus on her mouth or her chest or her legs and then he would recall…things from the day before. And then he would have to go hide behind a big notebook. She thought it was funny and mercilessly teased him all day during school.
When the final bell rang to release the students from their prison for the day, he bolted out of the classroom so fast, he was a blur. Rukia followed at a more sedate pace.
Despite his haste, she caught up with him two blocks away from the clinic.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous, Ichigo.” She said cheerfully.
He turned and gave her the nastiest look he had. She merely smiled. Assured of his affection for her, Rukia had become quite comfortable with their new situation. She enjoyed teasing him because he invariably over-reacted. It really was cute.
Before he could get away from her and find the nearest big notebook, she reached out and grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together. He relaxed slightly.
“Sometimes I forget that you’re only 15.” She mused, sending a pebble skittering away with her foot.
“What does that mean?” He asked, stopping in his tracks and glaring at her.
She shrugged. “You’re a teenager. You have normal teenage reactions to things. We’ve been through so much, and you have so much power…I guess I just forget sometimes that in this world, you’re really just a kid.”
He pulled his hand away. “A kid?” He was offended, clearly. “How the hell old are you, then?”
“It’s rude to ask a lady her age.” She said primly and smoothed out her skirt.
“Should I call the police and report you?” He was regaining some of his humor. “Tell them you took advantage of a minor?”
She snorted, shattering the lady image. “Hardly. I seem to recall that the advantage-taking was mutual.”
He grinned and scratched the back of his head, a slight blush spilling across his cheeks.
“Yeah, I guess it was.”
She reached out and grabbed his hand again. “Come on, Ichigo. Let’s go home and take advantage of each other some more.”
They had taken two steps towards the clinic when a wave of power stopped them dead in their tracks.
Rukia’s eyes went wide. “That’s…nii-sama?”
Ichigo frowned. “Not just him. Renji’s there, and…” he concentrated on the other auras, trying to figure out who they were. “And Zaraki?”
“And Ukitake-taichou.” She turned to him, her expression worried. “Something has happened. Something bad.” She tugged his hand. “Come on, I think they’re at the park.”
They ran as fast as they could to the small park near the clinic, fear dogging their steps.
They skidded to a stop when they reached the park, shocked at the tableau in front of them. Standing at attention in front of the elephant slide was Byakuya, Renji, Ukitake, Zaraki and, waving cheerfully from the swing set, Urahara, with Yoruichi in cat form perched on his lap.
“What’s going on? Is it Aizen? A hollow?” Ichigo reached for the substitute Shinigami badge attached to his belt, ready to turn into his spirit form.
“Nii-sama? What’s wrong?” Rukia asked worriedly.
“Kurosaki.” Byakuya said, in a voice of doom. “You have defiled my sister and besmirched the noble house of Kuchiki.”
“Huh?” Ichigo looked dumbfounded.
“You asshole…how dare you touch her?” Renji growled from next to his captain. His grip on his sword was white-knuckled. “She’s too good for you!”
“Wait…are you talking about…?” Ichigo trailed off, his face turning bright red. Beside him, Rukia looked ready to pass out from the humiliation. “How…?”
“I have my ways.” Byakuya intoned. “Rukia is my responsibility. I will not see her ruined by your filthy hands.”
“Nii-sama…” Rukia began, taking in the cool disdain on her brother’s face, the murderous rage on Renji’s, the quiet disappointment on her captain’s and the gleeful insanity of Zaraki’s. “Wait.” She frowned at Zaraki. “I can understand why my brother is here, and Renji, and even my captain. But Zaraki-taichou, why are you here?”
Zaraki grinned. “I thought it would be fun.”
“I brought a camera!” Urahara added from the swings. Yoruichi meowed.
“Oh…God.” Rukia put her head in her hands.