• Cleaning Up Her Mess

    A/N: Hey, everybody. This one-shot hit me as I devoured my delicious brownie and I thought of IchigoxRukia. Hahaha, I love messing with this pairing!

    Enjoy!

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    Rukia sat in Ichigo’s closet, her back leaning against the far back corner. She glared at the sliding door which was barricaded with stuffed Chappis and comics.

    “Rukia, come out before I drag you out,” came Ichigo’s muffled voice, low and threatening.

    That challenging statement only added to her annoyance and she threatened back, “Go ahead and try. You’ll be greeted with an army of hell-raising Chappis and me.”

    Rukia heard his annoyed sigh and the sound of his heavy footsteps as he left his room, slamming the door behind him. The sound and action rubbed at her raw nerves, she hissed, “You fool!”

    Today was Ichigo’s birthday and she had gotten up early to bake him a cake. It was going well, really, until she began mixing the batter with an electric mixer and the cake batter dodged all her attempts of containment. It covered the cabinets and walls in all its glory and she was about to clean up until Ichigo entered in a full blown rage.

    “Get out, Rukia!” he had shouted. When she had insisted that she had everything under control he kindly informed her that she was a pain in the a**. Well, that just sparked her temper and she did what only she could think of in her fit of anger.

    She took the first layer of her cake and smashed it in his face.
    Recalling that event as she sat in her self-isolation in this stupid closet, she huffed. She should have just stuck with the store bought cake and not even tried to add onto it with her own disastrous excuse of an edible cake.

    Embarrassment, hurt, and anger flowed through her, but it was the disappointment that rimmed her eyes with tears. She slid down, lying on her back as she heard the door open again.

    “Rukia, get out already, damn it! This is pissing me off!”

    She ignored him, but apparently that was not considered a good reply in his book. He threw back the sliding door and stuck his head in which caused Rukia to throw a Chappi at his head. He dodged it and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. He began to pull her out of the closet, but she was beyond annoyed now.

    “Let go of me, Ichigo!” Rukia shouted as she tried to escape his grasp and he smirked, letting go. She fell out of the closet and her hands caught her before she hit the ground. Forcefully, she stood up, making herself taller by standing on her tip toes. She glared at him, “That was uncalled for! Why did you do that, you fool!?”

    He stared back, cool as a cucumber, “You told me too.”

    Rukia felt her fists clench with the intent to kill and she took aim, trying to stomp on his foot. He barely escaped the crushing of his foot with her tiny one and jumped back.

    “What the hell?! First you wreck my kitchen and now you try to break my bones?! What the hell kind of birthday is this?!”

    He immediately regretted his words as tears slowly began to rim her eyes, her glare not as strong. Uncomfortable, he gently smacked her head, “Come on, we need to go to the kitchen. It’s not like I have anything important to do.”

    Ichigo exited the room and Rukia silently followed down the hall. Not only did her heart hurt, but so did her head. Well, she could remedy that.

    She walked closer to him, noticing how he was off in his own world and seized her chance. She took her foot and slammed it into his back, feeling relieved as he last balance. He whipped around and glared down at her, “Damn, you crazy little punk!”

    Rukia smirked and walked past him, feeling confident to face the mess she had created in the kitchen, “Watch it, punk. I’m older than you so show respect.”

    He cursed and brushed past her briskly. Rukia smiled and followed behind, but her smile fell as she reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the kitchen. Ichigo walked in and sat down at the table, waiting for her to get over her shock.

    “I-Ichigo…its clean!” Rukia glanced around and stared back at him wide-eyed.

    He placed his elbow on the table and threw forks on it, replying in his monotone voice, “It’s not like I expected you to clean it. I really didn’t want to see how well your domestic skills are at cleaning.”

    “Hey-!”

    “Are you coming to sit down or what?! Damn!” He mumbled the last part as he looked away from her, hiding his blush. He wasn’t good at these kind of things. He was all action, but when it came to words he rather run away. How else do you show you aren’t mad anymore?!

    Rukia stood stunned for a moment and then bit back a laugh. He looked like a little kid with the way he fidgeted in his seat. He turned around, glancing up at her and she glared.

    Holding back her laugh, she decided to have a little fun.

    She sat down and crossed her arms, staring at him. He began to shift in his chair and Rukia felt overjoyed at watching a warrior squirm at such a simple attack.

    Ichigo sighed and stared back at her, his chin resting in his hand.

    “What are you doing?” Ichigo stated in his monotone voice, trying to hide the shakiness hidden in it. He felt relieved that she had forgiven him, but her stare was throwing him off-guard. Did he do something wrong?

    “I’m winning.”

    “What?” Ichigo sat up straight, “Real mature, Rukia. So now it’s a staring contest? Can’t you act your age?”

    “I could, but this is more fun,” she took the crumbling cake on the table and smashed it in his face. He didn’t move as she burst out laughing. Ichigo felt his temper sky rocket and he gave an evil smirk as she continued to laugh.

    “Damn punk,” He reached for the cake and smashed it in her face. She froze and stared at him with a shocked expression. This time he laughed, loving her state of shock and the cake smeared all over her face. The feeling was short lived though as he saw her glare and knew he better think of a quick solution to save himself from her growing rage.

    He reached over the table and gently grabbed her chin, kissing her with command yet it wasn’t harsh.

    Stunned, Rukia felt herself blush and couldn’t move, “W-wh-what was that for,Ichigo?!”

    He smirked as he traced the underside of her chin with his finger, watching her blush deepen. He took his thumb and traced her lips, removing access frosting from them. He leaned back in his chair and pretended that the kiss hadn’t fazed him.

    “Well, someone has to clean up your mess.”

    Rukia sank down in her seat and looked away, still blushing. She kicked his ankle and he yelped out in pain, but she laughed anyway.

    “Happy Birthday, fool.”

    A/N: Oh, I’ve made Ichigo get bold with Rukia. After all, who doesn’t love to have their cake and eat it too? wink