Ficlet: New Hairdo Oneshot RukiaxIchigo rated K+
Title: New Hairdo
Chapter: Oneshot ficlet
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxRukia
Rating: K+
Word count: 670
Genre: Romance
Spoilers: Lost Substitute Arc
Summary: When he next laid eyes on Rukia, one of the changes he didn't expect was her hairstyle...
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns and created Bleach, and it is licensed by Shonen Jump and Viz. I don't own it nor did I create it. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Ichigo glanced down at her, arms sheathed in long white fingerless gloves like her brother wore, complete with that short cropped hair and frowned. “Damn it why did you cut it?”
“Why did you like it better before?” Rukia asked, fingering her new hairstyle, giving a close resemblance to Hanatarou of all people. Not that Ichigo didn't like the seventh seat of squad 4, but this was Rukia after all. He couldn’t help noticing the badge of squad 13 on her arm, leading to dozens of unanswered questions he wondered if he would get the chance to ask.
Ichigo sighed and bent down so their faces were level. “Guys hate it when girls cut their hair… I thought you KNEW that!”
“That’s the stupidest most macho male chauvinist thing that…” Rukia snapped.
Seeing her fume like that Ichigo drove his sword point first into the ground and suddenly reached down and seized Rukia’s cheek. Before she could do anything else he turned his head to the side and met her mouth with his. A split second of bliss and then a fist flew in his face.
“Ow, what the hell?” snapped Ichigo as he clutched his cheek.
“You don’t just kiss someone out of the blue like that you IDIOT!” Rukia snapped.
“I haven’t seen you for 17 months and you kicked ME in the head,” the orange haired teen grumbled as he rubbed his abused face. “If I said something about it you’d punch me anyway.”
“It would have been better if you did it instead of crying like a baby,” Rukia scolded, indigo eyes still hard but gleaming with that familiar spark that caused his heart to skip beats.
“Give me a BREAK! Haven’t you ever had y our family and friends betray you?”
“Yes dummy! When you saved me in Soul society!!!” she snapped. “But Nii sama had an excuse!”
“That isn’t the same and you know it, midget,” Ichigo growled, glaring at her.
“Did you have so little faith that you’d not be forgotten?” Rukia groused.
“I dunno. 17 months IS a long time,” he muttered.
“I wanted you to have a normal life, Ichigo,” said Rukia quietly. “Give you what you always wanted. As a thank you for doing my job for me.”
Lifting his other hand to his neck he rubbed it, eyes looking down and to the side with that frowning face she had memorized in her sleep.
“Yeah… well thanks, but you know what they say about getting what you always want?”
“What’s that?” she wondered.
“Having and wanting are two different things,” he admitted as she rested a hand on her hip.
“And who said that?” she asked, lips twisted into an ironic smirk.
“A smarter guy than me, on a TV show. Mister Spock,” said Ichigo quietly.
“And what’s THAT supposed to mean?” Rukia mumbled.
“I guess I’ll have to show you,” Ichigo said. He grabbed her by the upper arms; the one place he judged was the most strategic and least offensive place to grab a woman. Once he had put his hands on her he pulled her into an embrace and hugged her tightly.
“You’re doing it backwards,” she complained, her arms wrapping around his waist to his delight and surprise. “Supposed to hug first, and then kiss…”
“I don’t always do things the way people expect. I thought you knew that about me by now,” Ichigo answered, his eyes squeezed shut.
All he heard was a low rasping sigh from the presence next to him, something he could at long last feel again. Then her relaxed body in his arms along with a low movement of her chest suggested he wasn’t in immediate danger.
She commented, “You’re still an idiot.”
Neither let go of each other, at last able to feel the presence of one another’s spirit pressure after seventeen long months. Ichigo admitted like hell he’d miss her, but one wondered how true that statement was now seeing her grasped tightly in his shihakusho clad arms.
Chapter: Oneshot ficlet
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxRukia
Rating: K+
Word count: 670
Genre: Romance
Spoilers: Lost Substitute Arc
Summary: When he next laid eyes on Rukia, one of the changes he didn't expect was her hairstyle...
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns and created Bleach, and it is licensed by Shonen Jump and Viz. I don't own it nor did I create it. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Ichigo glanced down at her, arms sheathed in long white fingerless gloves like her brother wore, complete with that short cropped hair and frowned. “Damn it why did you cut it?”
“Why did you like it better before?” Rukia asked, fingering her new hairstyle, giving a close resemblance to Hanatarou of all people. Not that Ichigo didn't like the seventh seat of squad 4, but this was Rukia after all. He couldn’t help noticing the badge of squad 13 on her arm, leading to dozens of unanswered questions he wondered if he would get the chance to ask.
Ichigo sighed and bent down so their faces were level. “Guys hate it when girls cut their hair… I thought you KNEW that!”
“That’s the stupidest most macho male chauvinist thing that…” Rukia snapped.
Seeing her fume like that Ichigo drove his sword point first into the ground and suddenly reached down and seized Rukia’s cheek. Before she could do anything else he turned his head to the side and met her mouth with his. A split second of bliss and then a fist flew in his face.
“Ow, what the hell?” snapped Ichigo as he clutched his cheek.
“You don’t just kiss someone out of the blue like that you IDIOT!” Rukia snapped.
“I haven’t seen you for 17 months and you kicked ME in the head,” the orange haired teen grumbled as he rubbed his abused face. “If I said something about it you’d punch me anyway.”
“It would have been better if you did it instead of crying like a baby,” Rukia scolded, indigo eyes still hard but gleaming with that familiar spark that caused his heart to skip beats.
“Give me a BREAK! Haven’t you ever had y our family and friends betray you?”
“Yes dummy! When you saved me in Soul society!!!” she snapped. “But Nii sama had an excuse!”
“That isn’t the same and you know it, midget,” Ichigo growled, glaring at her.
“Did you have so little faith that you’d not be forgotten?” Rukia groused.
“I dunno. 17 months IS a long time,” he muttered.
“I wanted you to have a normal life, Ichigo,” said Rukia quietly. “Give you what you always wanted. As a thank you for doing my job for me.”
Lifting his other hand to his neck he rubbed it, eyes looking down and to the side with that frowning face she had memorized in her sleep.
“Yeah… well thanks, but you know what they say about getting what you always want?”
“What’s that?” she wondered.
“Having and wanting are two different things,” he admitted as she rested a hand on her hip.
“And who said that?” she asked, lips twisted into an ironic smirk.
“A smarter guy than me, on a TV show. Mister Spock,” said Ichigo quietly.
“And what’s THAT supposed to mean?” Rukia mumbled.
“I guess I’ll have to show you,” Ichigo said. He grabbed her by the upper arms; the one place he judged was the most strategic and least offensive place to grab a woman. Once he had put his hands on her he pulled her into an embrace and hugged her tightly.
“You’re doing it backwards,” she complained, her arms wrapping around his waist to his delight and surprise. “Supposed to hug first, and then kiss…”
“I don’t always do things the way people expect. I thought you knew that about me by now,” Ichigo answered, his eyes squeezed shut.
All he heard was a low rasping sigh from the presence next to him, something he could at long last feel again. Then her relaxed body in his arms along with a low movement of her chest suggested he wasn’t in immediate danger.
She commented, “You’re still an idiot.”
Neither let go of each other, at last able to feel the presence of one another’s spirit pressure after seventeen long months. Ichigo admitted like hell he’d miss her, but one wondered how true that statement was now seeing her grasped tightly in his shihakusho clad arms.