[7 days] [January 10th, 2007] It's a Guy Thing
Ichigo had thought that once his family knew that Rukia was in the house, things would get a bit easier. He would never have to sneak food for her in the middle of the night or worry that she would be found in his closet. The biggest problem he could see happening was having to protect Rukia from his perverted dad which wouldn’t be too hard as Rukia had proven herself quite capable of taking care of perverted men before.
But apparently Rukia had taken the fact that she was allowed to walk freely in his house to mean she could do whatever she wanted, including stay in the bathroom for a friggin’ hour even when he had to get ready for school.
“RUKIA! GET THE HELL OUT! I NEED TO BRUSH MY TEETH!”
He slammed his hand against the door a few more times and waited for a response. None came.
He put his ear against the door to try and hear any movements inside. Nothing.
This called for desperate measures. Five minutes later, Ichigo had opened the door to the bathroom by unscrewing the doorknob.
“You better be sick or dead-“ He looked at Rukia for a second. “What the hell are you doin’?!”
Rukia waved a hand lazily at him as she stared into the toilet.
“Shh, Ichigo,” she murmured, as if in a trance. “I have found out something amazing.”
Ichigo hesitated. About ninety-five percent of his brain was telling him that Rukia plus wonder plus something in a toilet equaled something horrible. But the remaining part of his mind was telling him that Rukia wasn’t completely stupid (he mentally scoffed at this) and wouldn’t just be staring at a piece of crap or something. His curious side won out and he walked over to stare into the toilet bowl.
He immediately regretted it.
“OH! OH! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL, RUKIA?!” He rubbed his eyes frantically. Rukia looked back at him, looking only slightly interested in his reaction.
“What are you going on about?”
Ichigo pointed an angry finger at her, face red.
“That’s a ta-… A ta-“ Failing to get the word out, he made some random hand motions. Rukia rolled her eyes.
“A tampon?” Ichigo made a choking noise. “Yes, it is. There is really no reason for you to act so oddly, Ichigo. There is nothing on it.”
Ichigo looked around the room, keeping his eyes off Rukia and the toilet.
“So you’re just randomly puttin’ that thing in the toilet for no reason?” he murmured, sounding pained.
“It expands!” she exclaimed happily. “I had never noticed before this because you were always making me rush out of the bathroom, but-“
“Rukia, shut up.” She opened her mouth again. “No! Shut up!”
He began pushing her out of the bathroom. She didn’t struggle but looked back at him, rolling her eyes.
“Why are you so angry? You no longer have to buy them for me anymore if I run out. I can just borrow them from Karin or Yuzu.”
Ichigo slammed the door shut and Rukia was fairly certain that she heard him hitting his head against something inside, muttering wildly. She shrugged and walked back into her room. Kon sat on her bed, temporarily free from Yuzu.
“What was Ichigo going all crazy about?”
“Tampons.”
“EWW! EWW! EWW!” With that exclamation, Kon jumped straight out of the open window. And Rukia wondered how Ichigo and Kon were able to fight hollows and the like yet be so afraid of a tiny piece of plastic and cotton.
But apparently Rukia had taken the fact that she was allowed to walk freely in his house to mean she could do whatever she wanted, including stay in the bathroom for a friggin’ hour even when he had to get ready for school.
“RUKIA! GET THE HELL OUT! I NEED TO BRUSH MY TEETH!”
He slammed his hand against the door a few more times and waited for a response. None came.
He put his ear against the door to try and hear any movements inside. Nothing.
This called for desperate measures. Five minutes later, Ichigo had opened the door to the bathroom by unscrewing the doorknob.
“You better be sick or dead-“ He looked at Rukia for a second. “What the hell are you doin’?!”
Rukia waved a hand lazily at him as she stared into the toilet.
“Shh, Ichigo,” she murmured, as if in a trance. “I have found out something amazing.”
Ichigo hesitated. About ninety-five percent of his brain was telling him that Rukia plus wonder plus something in a toilet equaled something horrible. But the remaining part of his mind was telling him that Rukia wasn’t completely stupid (he mentally scoffed at this) and wouldn’t just be staring at a piece of crap or something. His curious side won out and he walked over to stare into the toilet bowl.
He immediately regretted it.
“OH! OH! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL, RUKIA?!” He rubbed his eyes frantically. Rukia looked back at him, looking only slightly interested in his reaction.
“What are you going on about?”
Ichigo pointed an angry finger at her, face red.
“That’s a ta-… A ta-“ Failing to get the word out, he made some random hand motions. Rukia rolled her eyes.
“A tampon?” Ichigo made a choking noise. “Yes, it is. There is really no reason for you to act so oddly, Ichigo. There is nothing on it.”
Ichigo looked around the room, keeping his eyes off Rukia and the toilet.
“So you’re just randomly puttin’ that thing in the toilet for no reason?” he murmured, sounding pained.
“It expands!” she exclaimed happily. “I had never noticed before this because you were always making me rush out of the bathroom, but-“
“Rukia, shut up.” She opened her mouth again. “No! Shut up!”
He began pushing her out of the bathroom. She didn’t struggle but looked back at him, rolling her eyes.
“Why are you so angry? You no longer have to buy them for me anymore if I run out. I can just borrow them from Karin or Yuzu.”
Ichigo slammed the door shut and Rukia was fairly certain that she heard him hitting his head against something inside, muttering wildly. She shrugged and walked back into her room. Kon sat on her bed, temporarily free from Yuzu.
“What was Ichigo going all crazy about?”
“Tampons.”
“EWW! EWW! EWW!” With that exclamation, Kon jumped straight out of the open window. And Rukia wondered how Ichigo and Kon were able to fight hollows and the like yet be so afraid of a tiny piece of plastic and cotton.