Curiosity - Drabble #12
Drabble # 12 - School Daze /// all one way sympathies
Ichigo had been tapping his foot against the desk leg for the past half hour. Keigo had been clicking his mechanical pencil in the most annoying fashion for only Seretei knows how long. Slowly, sketches and doodles had eclipsed the formulas on Orhime’s notepad. The monotony was so profound so much as Ishida was fidgeting at this point.
Rukia heaved a sigh and continued to gaze out the window.
Even with her previous minimal classroom instruction, she had all of these scientific equations down to a pat.
A minute beeping interrupted the classroom’s rhythm. Ichigo’s tapping abruptly stopped and she could feel the weight of his anxious stare. She turned away from the window and met his gaze, as she fished the phone out of her pocket. Rukia could see the question in his eyes. “Hollow?”
Covertly she brought out the phone and glanced at the screen.
“1 New Message”
Ichigo nudged her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s not a hollow.” He raised an eyebrow, she shrugged. Warily, Ichigo turned back to the board. Her attention, on the other hand, shifted back to the phone.
One new message… She flipped open the phone.
“What’s up?”
Rukia was nonplussed. Hesitantly, she hit reply. “Who is this?” Then, she quickly put the phone on vibrate, before slipping it back into her pocket.
Just seconds later she could feel the phone moving. She stiffened causing Ichigo to look over at her again. She cracked a smile, giving the “It’s Fine” attitude, and opened the phone again.
“Kuchiki-san r u telling me that other’s lovely bachelors such as myself might have ur phone #?”
Rukia stifled another sigh.
“What do you want, Urahara?” She replied.
Again the response was quick. “Now, let’s not b short.”
She rolled her eyes and replied. “Can we stop with the height references.”
“Heh, heh. U invited it =P Bsides it’s not lik ur not bored out of ur mind.”
She realized that she might as well just keep the phone on her lap.
“Whatever.”
“U know it’d b easier if u’d just u abbreviations.”
“W/e”
“Good girl ^.^”
Rukia glared at the phone.
“Honestly, Kisuke, I’m busy. No time for games.”
“Oh plz. It’s not like I didn’t already go over physics w/ u ages ago.”
Was it a crime to pay attention to class? So what if she had a science genius for a mentor?
“Still.” Really, it already looked pretty sad that she was failing all of her classes. As it was, manga was already an incredible temptation that she never did homework assignments.
A minute passed. No vibes. Maybe he was actually taking her seriously.
Then, “That’s INSULTING, Kuchiki-san! Was it not I who educated Einstein? Was Newton not under my division?”
Dramatic antics, unfortunately backed with truth. “Stop bragging.”
This time two minutes passed. “I taught u equations that not even these humans would know, I even taught u their paltry rocket science. If u really had a problem w/ this u could just ignore me. U R BORED. Just admit my genius as a teacher.”
Quickly, she glanced up at the instructor who was still up at the board. Half-way through a long angry monologue Rukia received another message.
“Quit bitching, Kuchiki-san.”
Again, she glared the phone.
“… w/e.”
AN:
Not much but I figured it might be nice to post something every once in a while (^.^;;;;) I myself don’t really text but I figured Kisuke would probably either already know everything about most human technology or be very quick on the uptake. So then I thought who would Kisuke text? Probably bother Papa Ishida a work… Spam Ishin in some weird lame conversation. … Bother Rukia XD so yeah… Hope it’s enough to tide you over till I feel like writing a real totally angst totally emotional chapter again… Acting like Kubo much? XD
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Ichigo had been tapping his foot against the desk leg for the past half hour. Keigo had been clicking his mechanical pencil in the most annoying fashion for only Seretei knows how long. Slowly, sketches and doodles had eclipsed the formulas on Orhime’s notepad. The monotony was so profound so much as Ishida was fidgeting at this point.
Rukia heaved a sigh and continued to gaze out the window.
Even with her previous minimal classroom instruction, she had all of these scientific equations down to a pat.
A minute beeping interrupted the classroom’s rhythm. Ichigo’s tapping abruptly stopped and she could feel the weight of his anxious stare. She turned away from the window and met his gaze, as she fished the phone out of her pocket. Rukia could see the question in his eyes. “Hollow?”
Covertly she brought out the phone and glanced at the screen.
“1 New Message”
Ichigo nudged her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s not a hollow.” He raised an eyebrow, she shrugged. Warily, Ichigo turned back to the board. Her attention, on the other hand, shifted back to the phone.
One new message… She flipped open the phone.
“What’s up?”
Rukia was nonplussed. Hesitantly, she hit reply. “Who is this?” Then, she quickly put the phone on vibrate, before slipping it back into her pocket.
Just seconds later she could feel the phone moving. She stiffened causing Ichigo to look over at her again. She cracked a smile, giving the “It’s Fine” attitude, and opened the phone again.
“Kuchiki-san r u telling me that other’s lovely bachelors such as myself might have ur phone #?”
Rukia stifled another sigh.
“What do you want, Urahara?” She replied.
Again the response was quick. “Now, let’s not b short.”
She rolled her eyes and replied. “Can we stop with the height references.”
“Heh, heh. U invited it =P Bsides it’s not lik ur not bored out of ur mind.”
She realized that she might as well just keep the phone on her lap.
“Whatever.”
“U know it’d b easier if u’d just u abbreviations.”
“W/e”
“Good girl ^.^”
Rukia glared at the phone.
“Honestly, Kisuke, I’m busy. No time for games.”
“Oh plz. It’s not like I didn’t already go over physics w/ u ages ago.”
Was it a crime to pay attention to class? So what if she had a science genius for a mentor?
“Still.” Really, it already looked pretty sad that she was failing all of her classes. As it was, manga was already an incredible temptation that she never did homework assignments.
A minute passed. No vibes. Maybe he was actually taking her seriously.
Then, “That’s INSULTING, Kuchiki-san! Was it not I who educated Einstein? Was Newton not under my division?”
Dramatic antics, unfortunately backed with truth. “Stop bragging.”
This time two minutes passed. “I taught u equations that not even these humans would know, I even taught u their paltry rocket science. If u really had a problem w/ this u could just ignore me. U R BORED. Just admit my genius as a teacher.”
Quickly, she glanced up at the instructor who was still up at the board. Half-way through a long angry monologue Rukia received another message.
“Quit bitching, Kuchiki-san.”
Again, she glared the phone.
“… w/e.”
AN:
Not much but I figured it might be nice to post something every once in a while (^.^;;;;) I myself don’t really text but I figured Kisuke would probably either already know everything about most human technology or be very quick on the uptake. So then I thought who would Kisuke text? Probably bother Papa Ishida a work… Spam Ishin in some weird lame conversation. … Bother Rukia XD so yeah… Hope it’s enough to tide you over till I feel like writing a real totally angst totally emotional chapter again… Acting like Kubo much? XD
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Comments? It doesn’t take much time & I'm not kidding when I say that I take requests! (at least most of the time ;P)
-Sayu