Day 16 - Vitamin Shock
God, I love how when I get that one long difficult fic out of the way, it's like pulling the stop on a dam and letting all the others out. So here, have another ficcy~
I wrote this one for 30_kisses and it's supposed to be one of the harder themes in the list (I disagree) but the idea was fun.
Since I like to do my challenges like this one all with some sort of theme if possible, and then post them to FF.net in a certain order, this one is going to be the same. Basically, each of the 30 fics will be a little snippet of amusement or sweetness looking at how IchiRuki would adjust to being an actual couple. That being said, there will prolly not be a huge amount of angst and drama, but a lot of slice-of-life and fluff and amusing cuteness and funny. There'll still be angst and drama, but not like some things I write. I might actually even do it so that each fic represents one day of the first 30 days after getting together. XD. I just think it'll be a fun idea. anyway, when I get them all done I'll reorder them and post them all together. But for now, enjoy.
Title: Day 16 - Vitamin Shock
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: PG for Ichigo's mouth
Characters: IchiRuki
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Wada Calcium CD3
Alright, so that had played out a hell of a lot better in his mind. But then, wasn’t that usually the way things went when they had to do with him and Rukia? With a groan, Ichigo pushed himself up from the floor, propping torso up on his elbows, one hand reaching up hesitantly to gingerly finger the lump at his hairline. Wincing, a hiss making it’s way past his lips, the orange-haired shinigami pushed himself the rest of the way up, his hand leaving his abused forehead and skimming across the floor to snag the white bottle with it’s blue and yellow label. Holding the article in question up in front of him, Ichigo frowned - ok, so it was more a scowl, but the result was the same.
“Stupid bitch.” He muttered to himself, turning the pill bottle back and forth in his hand. Christ, you would think he’d insulted Chappy or something. Besides, he’d meant well, hell he could even say he was trying to be nice, something he did oh so seldomly - except that he found himself doing it more over the last 2 weeks or so, for reasons he was still stubbornly denying - and what had he gotten? A pill bottle hurled with bruising force at his face. Women.
That was always the problem. Women, or in this case, his woman. And it wasn’t like he was going to deny she was his. No, he’d tried that the first weekend they had gone out together since he’d actually worked up the guts to admit how he felt and been surprised - pleasantly so, nonetheless - to learn that she felt the same. And the beating he’d gotten after trying to fall back into his usual modus operandus - which meant dropping her hand like it was a hotplate, refusing to share his icecream and acting like they’d grown a third head when Keigo and Mizuiro asked if she was his girlfriend now - had been enough to make him decide that actually swallowing his pride, kissing her in public, and admitting that he’d surrendered to that most lovely of tortures called dating was a damn sight better than pissing off one very volatile girlfriend.
Either way, his own near-brush with death - that one, not the other nine-hundred and sixty-two and a half - was not really on his mind. Rather, it was the fact that he’d yet again tried to do something he thought was considerate and been beaten for it. Obviously either Rukia was seriously mental - which he could have debated was true regardless - or he had yet again pulled a classic “guy move” and done something stupid. Given his track record, Ichigo was willing to bet the latter. Groaning slightly, he turned his attention back to the bottle, brown eyes flickering over the label. Wada Calcium CD3.
It looked harmless enough, hell the shit was something they regularly stocked in the clinic. A calcium supplement, nothing sinister about it, it was supposed to help out those who didn’t get enough calcium. Usually children, or elderly, or people who didn’t get enough fish. Rukia hated fish. He knew that, had told her more than once it was damned weird that someone who was Japanese hated fish, considering it was a pretty big staple of their diet. Of course, she’d snarled something about being sick of it after so many years and stomped on his foot. Bitch. How the hell was he supposed to know she’d lived off of it for however the fuck many years in Rukongai.
But his considerate - in his opinion - gift of said supplement had not been received well. In fact, she’d stared at him for a moment, then pulled back her arm and clocked him right in the head with the fucking thing, growling some asinine comment about how she didn’t need supplements mixed up with some faggotry about her height and how he was somehow making fun of her. Plowing a hand through his hair with a hiss - as hand hit bump again - and an aggravated grumble, Ichigo got to his feet and set the bottle on the counter, pushing through the double doors in search of some aspirin.
Orange brows drew together in a bemused frown as the subject of his search refused to present itself. Glancing around, his gaze fell on the Aspirin, sitting serenely beside an icepack on the counter where he knew it hadn’t been before. Smirking a bit to himself, one long-fingered hand reached out to grab the bottle, popping two of the tablets into his mouth before scooping up the icepack and resting it carefully against his forehead. Ok, so it might have played out differently in his head, but maybe the outcome wasn’t quite so bad.
X-posted to 30_kisses, all_for_bleach, blademypride, bleachfans, bleach_het, kurosaki_clinic, ichi_ruki, rukia_fans
I wrote this one for 30_kisses and it's supposed to be one of the harder themes in the list (I disagree) but the idea was fun.
Since I like to do my challenges like this one all with some sort of theme if possible, and then post them to FF.net in a certain order, this one is going to be the same. Basically, each of the 30 fics will be a little snippet of amusement or sweetness looking at how IchiRuki would adjust to being an actual couple. That being said, there will prolly not be a huge amount of angst and drama, but a lot of slice-of-life and fluff and amusing cuteness and funny. There'll still be angst and drama, but not like some things I write. I might actually even do it so that each fic represents one day of the first 30 days after getting together. XD. I just think it'll be a fun idea. anyway, when I get them all done I'll reorder them and post them all together. But for now, enjoy.
Title: Day 16 - Vitamin Shock
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: PG for Ichigo's mouth
Characters: IchiRuki
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Wada Calcium CD3
Alright, so that had played out a hell of a lot better in his mind. But then, wasn’t that usually the way things went when they had to do with him and Rukia? With a groan, Ichigo pushed himself up from the floor, propping torso up on his elbows, one hand reaching up hesitantly to gingerly finger the lump at his hairline. Wincing, a hiss making it’s way past his lips, the orange-haired shinigami pushed himself the rest of the way up, his hand leaving his abused forehead and skimming across the floor to snag the white bottle with it’s blue and yellow label. Holding the article in question up in front of him, Ichigo frowned - ok, so it was more a scowl, but the result was the same.
“Stupid bitch.” He muttered to himself, turning the pill bottle back and forth in his hand. Christ, you would think he’d insulted Chappy or something. Besides, he’d meant well, hell he could even say he was trying to be nice, something he did oh so seldomly - except that he found himself doing it more over the last 2 weeks or so, for reasons he was still stubbornly denying - and what had he gotten? A pill bottle hurled with bruising force at his face. Women.
That was always the problem. Women, or in this case, his woman. And it wasn’t like he was going to deny she was his. No, he’d tried that the first weekend they had gone out together since he’d actually worked up the guts to admit how he felt and been surprised - pleasantly so, nonetheless - to learn that she felt the same. And the beating he’d gotten after trying to fall back into his usual modus operandus - which meant dropping her hand like it was a hotplate, refusing to share his icecream and acting like they’d grown a third head when Keigo and Mizuiro asked if she was his girlfriend now - had been enough to make him decide that actually swallowing his pride, kissing her in public, and admitting that he’d surrendered to that most lovely of tortures called dating was a damn sight better than pissing off one very volatile girlfriend.
Either way, his own near-brush with death - that one, not the other nine-hundred and sixty-two and a half - was not really on his mind. Rather, it was the fact that he’d yet again tried to do something he thought was considerate and been beaten for it. Obviously either Rukia was seriously mental - which he could have debated was true regardless - or he had yet again pulled a classic “guy move” and done something stupid. Given his track record, Ichigo was willing to bet the latter. Groaning slightly, he turned his attention back to the bottle, brown eyes flickering over the label. Wada Calcium CD3.
It looked harmless enough, hell the shit was something they regularly stocked in the clinic. A calcium supplement, nothing sinister about it, it was supposed to help out those who didn’t get enough calcium. Usually children, or elderly, or people who didn’t get enough fish. Rukia hated fish. He knew that, had told her more than once it was damned weird that someone who was Japanese hated fish, considering it was a pretty big staple of their diet. Of course, she’d snarled something about being sick of it after so many years and stomped on his foot. Bitch. How the hell was he supposed to know she’d lived off of it for however the fuck many years in Rukongai.
But his considerate - in his opinion - gift of said supplement had not been received well. In fact, she’d stared at him for a moment, then pulled back her arm and clocked him right in the head with the fucking thing, growling some asinine comment about how she didn’t need supplements mixed up with some faggotry about her height and how he was somehow making fun of her. Plowing a hand through his hair with a hiss - as hand hit bump again - and an aggravated grumble, Ichigo got to his feet and set the bottle on the counter, pushing through the double doors in search of some aspirin.
Orange brows drew together in a bemused frown as the subject of his search refused to present itself. Glancing around, his gaze fell on the Aspirin, sitting serenely beside an icepack on the counter where he knew it hadn’t been before. Smirking a bit to himself, one long-fingered hand reached out to grab the bottle, popping two of the tablets into his mouth before scooping up the icepack and resting it carefully against his forehead. Ok, so it might have played out differently in his head, but maybe the outcome wasn’t quite so bad.
X-posted to 30_kisses, all_for_bleach, blademypride, bleachfans, bleach_het, kurosaki_clinic, ichi_ruki, rukia_fans