BLEACH [12 tortures] the dignity all gone just like that
Title: Pwned by Rukia's plot prowess's. Again.
Torture: Tongue lashing - July 5th
Author: Machinatio
Word Count: 709
Warnings: ...none?
“ICHIGO! OI ICHIGO! WAKE UP!"
Ichigo was torn away from his most satisfying dream of beating Byakuya to pulp. He took three seconds to recover from being whisked away from the bloody battle scene in the outskirts of Rukongai to the darkness of his closed eyelids.
He groaned as he recognized the voice that broke him back from his most wonderful dream in weeks, and reluctantly sat up after that imbecile started jumping on him.
“WHAT.” He stared at her murderously.
“HOW DID MY NOTEBOOK END UP LIKE THAT?!” Rukia held up her forty paged A4 sized notebook, which held numerous pages of prized non-artistic crayon bunnies. Or which formally held. Now the pages were wet and stuck to each other, complete with tears forming at the sides.
"WHAAAAA..” This time he stared at the notebook incredulously.
And he remembered something about the night before...
And squirmed.
Rukia had fallen asleep while reading her Japanese novel on the wooden floor. For once, she forgot to put her notebook in who knows where among the hidden pockets in her pajamas. Kon, being the ever curious stalker of “nii-san”, grabbed the golden opportunity to flip through Rukia’s treasured masterpieces. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he laughed loudly at the various bunny comics representing everything from a princess bunny, to hollow bunnies, bunny friends....
Ichigo, already on a short fuse after having to chase a damn trickster of a hollow all night and still having to wreck his brain for solutions to the three part logarithms problem, wasted no time in yanking out the green pill and tossing its makeshift body with whatever scrap paper it was reading straight into the toilet bowl, and proceeded back to his work.
How was he ever going to explain this to Rukia? He thought of acting innocent, but his face had already given him way, with mixed expressions of shock, realization, and horror.
Rukia’s brows knitted together, and she opened her mouth to give him the most physical and verbal trashing of his life, before deciding on a better plan...
That day in school was hell.
Rukia had managed to redraw an entire scrapbook worth of bunny comics within a period of thirty minutes before school. He thought nothing of it, brushing it away as Rukia wanting to replace her precious article. How could he not have suspected that something was out of place when she didn’t punish him after what he did?! Again, it was her precious article containing her treasured masterpieces which cost him a number of black eyes and brain cells. Again, maybe it was because he was a few braincells short did he not suspect anything
The multiple face actress, doubled as a malicious revenge seeker, put on an appearance of a pleased girlfriend showing a gift to everyone.
Which was a personalized comic book.
[I recognise the notebook. Something is dreadfully wrong. Wasn't it the one she was drawing in?]
From a certain boyfriend.
[Rukia had a boyfriend? Huh? And I'm sure she drew it herself now!]
And it did not just have any bunny comics.
[Wait. Are they KISSING?! My goodness. Rukia's crayon marks sure know no bounds.]
They were replica bunnies of ...
[short bunny wish yellow dress and black hair like Rukia's]
Her.
[Obviously. Egoistic.]
And
[bunny with spiky orange hair and tight clothes like his...]
...
The class turns to stare at him.
[WAIT.
LIKE MINE?!]
HIMSELF?!
...
For a few days, he had to endure snickering classmates who mimicked him getting intimate with Rukia, by hugging or imitating french kisses with their tongues lashing vigorously in mid air to show the "passion" and who the hell knows what.
The dignity he had left even when some people witnessed Rukia play some ploy on him and escape up a ledge and lashed her tongue out at him for failure to catch her was now shattered into microscopic pieces, too small even for vizard eyes.
The humiliation he suffered then from a laughing Urahara and staff who "broadcasted" the incident to Soul Society was nothing compared to this.
In fact, any type of abuse was better than this.
INCLUDING the tongue lashing done by Rukia when he was overpowered by her in private in the past.
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Hope you people enjoy this. =) I couldn't think of any angst-y fic for this theme which wouldn't be commonly found, so it resulted in this with a rather sucky ending =( I wanted to end at "HIMSELF?!", but realised that the fic didn't really tie in with the "torture" if i didn't add the last five paragraphs in..
Please critic! Thank you! =D
Comment on my other 12 torture fics?
Torture: Tongue lashing - July 5th
Author: Machinatio
Word Count: 709
Warnings: ...none?
“ICHIGO! OI ICHIGO! WAKE UP!"
Ichigo was torn away from his most satisfying dream of beating Byakuya to pulp. He took three seconds to recover from being whisked away from the bloody battle scene in the outskirts of Rukongai to the darkness of his closed eyelids.
He groaned as he recognized the voice that broke him back from his most wonderful dream in weeks, and reluctantly sat up after that imbecile started jumping on him.
“WHAT.” He stared at her murderously.
“HOW DID MY NOTEBOOK END UP LIKE THAT?!” Rukia held up her forty paged A4 sized notebook, which held numerous pages of prized non-artistic crayon bunnies. Or which formally held. Now the pages were wet and stuck to each other, complete with tears forming at the sides.
"WHAAAAA..” This time he stared at the notebook incredulously.
And he remembered something about the night before...
And squirmed.
Rukia had fallen asleep while reading her Japanese novel on the wooden floor. For once, she forgot to put her notebook in who knows where among the hidden pockets in her pajamas. Kon, being the ever curious stalker of “nii-san”, grabbed the golden opportunity to flip through Rukia’s treasured masterpieces. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he laughed loudly at the various bunny comics representing everything from a princess bunny, to hollow bunnies, bunny friends....
Ichigo, already on a short fuse after having to chase a damn trickster of a hollow all night and still having to wreck his brain for solutions to the three part logarithms problem, wasted no time in yanking out the green pill and tossing its makeshift body with whatever scrap paper it was reading straight into the toilet bowl, and proceeded back to his work.
How was he ever going to explain this to Rukia? He thought of acting innocent, but his face had already given him way, with mixed expressions of shock, realization, and horror.
Rukia’s brows knitted together, and she opened her mouth to give him the most physical and verbal trashing of his life, before deciding on a better plan...
That day in school was hell.
Rukia had managed to redraw an entire scrapbook worth of bunny comics within a period of thirty minutes before school. He thought nothing of it, brushing it away as Rukia wanting to replace her precious article. How could he not have suspected that something was out of place when she didn’t punish him after what he did?! Again, it was her precious article containing her treasured masterpieces which cost him a number of black eyes and brain cells. Again, maybe it was because he was a few braincells short did he not suspect anything
The multiple face actress, doubled as a malicious revenge seeker, put on an appearance of a pleased girlfriend showing a gift to everyone.
Which was a personalized comic book.
[I recognise the notebook. Something is dreadfully wrong. Wasn't it the one she was drawing in?]
From a certain boyfriend.
[Rukia had a boyfriend? Huh? And I'm sure she drew it herself now!]
And it did not just have any bunny comics.
[Wait. Are they KISSING?! My goodness. Rukia's crayon marks sure know no bounds.]
They were replica bunnies of ...
[short bunny wish yellow dress and black hair like Rukia's]
Her.
[Obviously. Egoistic.]
And
[bunny with spiky orange hair and tight clothes like his...]
...
The class turns to stare at him.
[WAIT.
LIKE MINE?!]
HIMSELF?!
...
For a few days, he had to endure snickering classmates who mimicked him getting intimate with Rukia, by hugging or imitating french kisses with their tongues lashing vigorously in mid air to show the "passion" and who the hell knows what.
The dignity he had left even when some people witnessed Rukia play some ploy on him and escape up a ledge and lashed her tongue out at him for failure to catch her was now shattered into microscopic pieces, too small even for vizard eyes.
The humiliation he suffered then from a laughing Urahara and staff who "broadcasted" the incident to Soul Society was nothing compared to this.
In fact, any type of abuse was better than this.
INCLUDING the tongue lashing done by Rukia when he was overpowered by her in private in the past.
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Hope you people enjoy this. =) I couldn't think of any angst-y fic for this theme which wouldn't be commonly found, so it resulted in this with a rather sucky ending =( I wanted to end at "HIMSELF?!", but realised that the fic didn't really tie in with the "torture" if i didn't add the last five paragraphs in..
Please critic! Thank you! =D
Comment on my other 12 torture fics?