Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Abarai's Advice for Dating ❯ Woman to Woman chat ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StarbearerTM 
Now it's Rukia and Orihime's turn to chat over ice cream and pickles?
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.31.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Now it's Rukia and Orihime's turn to chat over ice cream and pickles?
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.31.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fan fiction.
Chapter 2 Advice
Fortunately, Uruhara's store was quite close. Since Renji lived there, it was natural for him to invite Ichigo. Not to mention there was an understanding that they were always welcome. The main reservation was that Renji compensate him for any food that `guests' ate. Although it was closed for the night, Ichigo had kindly given over a couple dozen `kan' from the hollow kill and convinced Tessai to part with some of the food. Urahara grinned enigmatically over his fan and invited them in, provided Renji was not going to mooch again.
Seeing how serious faced they were, he could not help jibbing, “So, late night snack gentlemen?”
“Yeah, he's paying,” Renji pointed to Ichigo.
“Well in that case, Tessai was cooking up a bite to eat. I am sure he will not mind a bit more. So why the long faces? Considering the amount of hollow kills you made you've got a good line of credit here, Ichigo,” said Urahara with a smile.
“Just tell me how much,” Ichigo mumbled.
“My my, in a hurry are we?” the shopkeeper said slyly, half concealing his amused smile.
“None of your business. It's a promise between two men, so don't poke your nose into our business,” Renji said firmly to Urahara.
“Do I look like a man who'd eavesdrop on such a serious conversation? What sort of host do you take me for?” Urahara teased, peering at them from beneath the brim of his hat. A single eye gleamed in shadow. Renji and Ichigo stepped out of their sandals, leaving them next to the pair of clogs Urahara stepped out of.
“Oh just cut the crap and leave us alone,” Ichigo muttered. “We're freaking starving, we killed 11 hollows, and we need to chill, got it? I'm paying okay, and he's not going to mooch. That good enough for you, Mr. Hat and Clogs?”
“Cranky aren't we without our dinner, boys? Well, I suppose you can `chill' in the sitting room. And I'll make sure nobody bothers you,” Urahara said. “But if there's anything else you should need, don't hesitate to ask.”
“Fine, fine,” Renji nodded. “And I'll make it worth your while. I saw the boxes needed shifting in the back. I guess I could do something about it.”
“I like a man who can haggle,” said Urahara pleased. “You're learning something else sticking around here in the human world, Mr. Abarai.”
***
Within a half hour, Orihime stepped out of the shower and changed into a long flannel gown. As she strode out of the bathroom toweling, her hair dry she heard the sound system piping out romantic music. Towel still over her hair she almost bumped into something had a hand not reached out to steady her.
“Over here,” Rukia's voice said.
Once she tugged the towel off her head, Orihime saw Rukia dressed in a pair of comfortable pajamas and a pair of bunny slippers. Grinning she saw the cups of tea sitting on the coffee table, along with a few cartons of ice cream and glass jars. Both women sat on the comfortable sofa, opening various lids and clattering spoons around.
“You didn't put any sweet relish on yours?” Orihime asked, tucking a spoon in one small jar.
“I thought we'd eat them out of the carton. That's what you said you and Tatsuki did,” said Rukia, pulling the lid off a carton of rocky road.
A seal popped off another container of Neapolitan, and Orihime guided her spoon into the surface. She lay a hand on Rukia's and said, “Oh no, then we can't mix and share! I'll get some bowls.”
No amount of arguing from Rukia could stop her from trotting to the kitchen. As Rukia glanced at the pickles next to the ice cream, she realized dishes WERE a good idea. However, she could not resist chuckling at the implications on those unfamiliar with Orihime's weird tastes. If they did not know any better, they would think she was pregnant!
Rukia flushed a bit at the thought. Women's intuition had told her that Orihime had something on her mind, and since Tatsuki was away on a martial arts tournament, she figured she was the best person to find out. In addition, since Matsumoto could sometimes misconstrue Orihime's questions, she wanted to be sure her friend got the `right' advice. Somehow, she guessed that Ichigo was having a similar conversation with Renji. Alternatively, so she hoped since she had all but hinted to Renji that Ichigo might want some `man to man' talk time.
It did not hurt that she had put a bug in Ichigo's ear earlier that night. When he had tried to talk to her in halting steps with blushes she said, “Ask Renji. He's very worldly wise. And he won't give you advice that would get your face slapped like your little friends.”
Ichigo had protested but trusted Rukia's judgment. She had playfully whapped him on the back and told him to loosen up. Nevertheless, she was concerned because she knew things had been strained since their last crazy escapades lately. Therefore, that was what brought both girls to gobble ice cream with a suitable romantic flick after a long day of training, and hope conversation would result. Midway through the first hour Orihime had finished two saucers of ice cream while Rukia was still working on her first. Half a jar of pickle relish was already gone as well.
Licking chocolate off her face Rukia said, “So you were pretty happy tonight with how things worked out when we trained?”
“I know I'll be so much more useful to everyone. I can just see Ichigo all brave and now I will be able to stop those nasty Hollows from attacking him from behind. Not only that Tsubaki's getting faster all the time. It's not so hard to block and attack simultaneously,” Orihime said proudly.
“You see, it's all in how you balance your powers. Tsubaki's good with the areal defense, and you can cover Ichigo's back with your shield while he attacks from the front. Not to mention you can always clobber the opponent with it.”
“I did know that, but it's also nice to know that I can be so close to him if he needs healing then and there,” said Orihime. “I hope he asks me to come hunting for hollows more often. It would be nice if he knew I could always have his back.”
“He's hard headed like any guy. The only idiot I know with a thicker skull is Pineapple head,” Rukia giggled.
“You're pretty brave too. Each time I see you fight; I can't help but see how proudly Renji looks at you. He kept looking your way every few seconds,” Orihime giggled.
“Hey, stop changing the subject! You were talking about Ichigo, not that clown,” Rukia quickly intervened. “I thought you wanted your mind on someone with some sense.”
“Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you, Rukia,” Orihime gently apologized. “I thought it was just sweet because Renji was paying so much more attention to you lately.”
“Isn't Ichigo doing the same to you?” Rukia asked again, trying to divert her friend back to the topic at hand.
“Yes. So often lately, he has such… warmth in his voice and his smile whenever we are together. But we aren't always able to be alone. It's only when we fight that I feel as if nothing can come between us, but when everyone's around its hard,” Orihime whispered.
“So that's why you wanted to fight alongside him? So you two can be alone?” Rukia joked.
“Well you and Renji fight together. I want Ichigo to know he can always turn to me, so that he doesn't always have to save me!” Orihime blurted out.
“Is that what's on your mind? Are you resenting always being the damsel in distress?” Rukia asked.
“Don't you think so? I mean I know you hated it as much as I?” said Orihime.
“Yeah I know. Sometimes the guys don't know us girls can kick butt as well. And you are doing so much better. Your shield is five times as strong. There's hardly anything that can break it now. Not to mention there's a few other ideas I have that could tweak your attacks,” Rukia said helpfully.
“Rukia, when you're fighting alongside Renji do you ever um… afterwards, do you ever want to keep being around him after the fighting is done? I mean it's one of the few times you're alone and… well…” Orihime said in a voice close to a whisper.
“Where's this going? You know you can ask me anything,” said Rukia. “What rule says you have to have your friends in your face all the time? I'm sure Ichigo and you can do whatever you want together without everyone else.
“But I don't want to be rude to Tatsuki and our friends! And well, isn't the guy supposed to ask the girl?”
“You guys DO date remember. I have seen you go out, just as much as I do with Renji. I mean we've double dated and group dated often enough," said Rukia with a perplexed look.
“This isn't just dating, Rukia. I mean I want to be ALONE with him. Not just ALONE talking but something else,” said Orihime.
“Ohhhhh, I see,” Rukia blinked, realizing the implication. “You mean you want to get more intimate.”
“Mmm hmm? That is what I was trying to ask. How do you have time alone with Renji without people pestering you with questions, and without you feeling guilty for wanting to keep things private?” asked Orihime.
“Well, for starters after a fight is a good idea,” said Rukia tapping her chin. “But you two could be HERE together alone.”
“Yes, but I don't want to put out Matsumoto,” said Orihime quietly. “And well, she always asks me if I've gone all the way with Ichigo yet.”
“Bother her. You are talking to me now. Look, if there is anything else you want to ask me, go ahead. You can trust me,” said Rukia softly, patting her hand.
“I know that. I cannot talk to Tatsuki because she always wants to protect me. And I don't need protecting, I don't WANT protecting from Ichigo,” Orihime stuck her chin out.
“Then tell her. Or else maybe we can twist someone's arm to keep her occupied,” Rukia grinned.
“I think I want to speak to Ichigo now,” said Orihime quietly. “I think I've eaten enough ice cream and watched enough movies for a while.”
“Oh,” Rukia said as her friend stood up and piled the containers onto the tray. Quietly Orihime carried the refuse back to the sink and tossed the empty cartons in the trash.
Another frantic beeping caused Rukia to flinch. She tugged her soul pager out of her pocket and quietly swore. Orihime turned around at the noise seeing Rukia trying to tuck the page back. “Another hollow?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. I'm sure the guys are already on it.”
“Where is it, is it near Ichigo?” she asked, rushing into her bedroom. Rukia moved after her, checking the hollow details and cursing.
She saw Orihime pulling on sweatpants and shoving her feet into slippers. As she opened her mouth to protest Orihime tossed off the gown and quickly struggled into a sports bra and T-shirt. Dodging around her friend Rukia said, “You don't have to go.”
“I want to. Or are you afraid I can't handle more than one assault tonight?” Orihime asked with a quiet fierceness in her dark eyes.
“No but...”
“Please don't try to stop me, Rukia. I'm going regardless,” she said. “They may need us. Something tells me it's more than just one.”
“Actually, its a half dozen,” said Rukia quietly, realizing she could not hide the truth from her friend.
Seeing how serious faced they were, he could not help jibbing, “So, late night snack gentlemen?”
“Yeah, he's paying,” Renji pointed to Ichigo.
“Well in that case, Tessai was cooking up a bite to eat. I am sure he will not mind a bit more. So why the long faces? Considering the amount of hollow kills you made you've got a good line of credit here, Ichigo,” said Urahara with a smile.
“Just tell me how much,” Ichigo mumbled.
“My my, in a hurry are we?” the shopkeeper said slyly, half concealing his amused smile.
“None of your business. It's a promise between two men, so don't poke your nose into our business,” Renji said firmly to Urahara.
“Do I look like a man who'd eavesdrop on such a serious conversation? What sort of host do you take me for?” Urahara teased, peering at them from beneath the brim of his hat. A single eye gleamed in shadow. Renji and Ichigo stepped out of their sandals, leaving them next to the pair of clogs Urahara stepped out of.
“Oh just cut the crap and leave us alone,” Ichigo muttered. “We're freaking starving, we killed 11 hollows, and we need to chill, got it? I'm paying okay, and he's not going to mooch. That good enough for you, Mr. Hat and Clogs?”
“Cranky aren't we without our dinner, boys? Well, I suppose you can `chill' in the sitting room. And I'll make sure nobody bothers you,” Urahara said. “But if there's anything else you should need, don't hesitate to ask.”
“Fine, fine,” Renji nodded. “And I'll make it worth your while. I saw the boxes needed shifting in the back. I guess I could do something about it.”
“I like a man who can haggle,” said Urahara pleased. “You're learning something else sticking around here in the human world, Mr. Abarai.”
***
Within a half hour, Orihime stepped out of the shower and changed into a long flannel gown. As she strode out of the bathroom toweling, her hair dry she heard the sound system piping out romantic music. Towel still over her hair she almost bumped into something had a hand not reached out to steady her.
“Over here,” Rukia's voice said.
Once she tugged the towel off her head, Orihime saw Rukia dressed in a pair of comfortable pajamas and a pair of bunny slippers. Grinning she saw the cups of tea sitting on the coffee table, along with a few cartons of ice cream and glass jars. Both women sat on the comfortable sofa, opening various lids and clattering spoons around.
“You didn't put any sweet relish on yours?” Orihime asked, tucking a spoon in one small jar.
“I thought we'd eat them out of the carton. That's what you said you and Tatsuki did,” said Rukia, pulling the lid off a carton of rocky road.
A seal popped off another container of Neapolitan, and Orihime guided her spoon into the surface. She lay a hand on Rukia's and said, “Oh no, then we can't mix and share! I'll get some bowls.”
No amount of arguing from Rukia could stop her from trotting to the kitchen. As Rukia glanced at the pickles next to the ice cream, she realized dishes WERE a good idea. However, she could not resist chuckling at the implications on those unfamiliar with Orihime's weird tastes. If they did not know any better, they would think she was pregnant!
Rukia flushed a bit at the thought. Women's intuition had told her that Orihime had something on her mind, and since Tatsuki was away on a martial arts tournament, she figured she was the best person to find out. In addition, since Matsumoto could sometimes misconstrue Orihime's questions, she wanted to be sure her friend got the `right' advice. Somehow, she guessed that Ichigo was having a similar conversation with Renji. Alternatively, so she hoped since she had all but hinted to Renji that Ichigo might want some `man to man' talk time.
It did not hurt that she had put a bug in Ichigo's ear earlier that night. When he had tried to talk to her in halting steps with blushes she said, “Ask Renji. He's very worldly wise. And he won't give you advice that would get your face slapped like your little friends.”
Ichigo had protested but trusted Rukia's judgment. She had playfully whapped him on the back and told him to loosen up. Nevertheless, she was concerned because she knew things had been strained since their last crazy escapades lately. Therefore, that was what brought both girls to gobble ice cream with a suitable romantic flick after a long day of training, and hope conversation would result. Midway through the first hour Orihime had finished two saucers of ice cream while Rukia was still working on her first. Half a jar of pickle relish was already gone as well.
Licking chocolate off her face Rukia said, “So you were pretty happy tonight with how things worked out when we trained?”
“I know I'll be so much more useful to everyone. I can just see Ichigo all brave and now I will be able to stop those nasty Hollows from attacking him from behind. Not only that Tsubaki's getting faster all the time. It's not so hard to block and attack simultaneously,” Orihime said proudly.
“You see, it's all in how you balance your powers. Tsubaki's good with the areal defense, and you can cover Ichigo's back with your shield while he attacks from the front. Not to mention you can always clobber the opponent with it.”
“I did know that, but it's also nice to know that I can be so close to him if he needs healing then and there,” said Orihime. “I hope he asks me to come hunting for hollows more often. It would be nice if he knew I could always have his back.”
“He's hard headed like any guy. The only idiot I know with a thicker skull is Pineapple head,” Rukia giggled.
“You're pretty brave too. Each time I see you fight; I can't help but see how proudly Renji looks at you. He kept looking your way every few seconds,” Orihime giggled.
“Hey, stop changing the subject! You were talking about Ichigo, not that clown,” Rukia quickly intervened. “I thought you wanted your mind on someone with some sense.”
“Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you, Rukia,” Orihime gently apologized. “I thought it was just sweet because Renji was paying so much more attention to you lately.”
“Isn't Ichigo doing the same to you?” Rukia asked again, trying to divert her friend back to the topic at hand.
“Yes. So often lately, he has such… warmth in his voice and his smile whenever we are together. But we aren't always able to be alone. It's only when we fight that I feel as if nothing can come between us, but when everyone's around its hard,” Orihime whispered.
“So that's why you wanted to fight alongside him? So you two can be alone?” Rukia joked.
“Well you and Renji fight together. I want Ichigo to know he can always turn to me, so that he doesn't always have to save me!” Orihime blurted out.
“Is that what's on your mind? Are you resenting always being the damsel in distress?” Rukia asked.
“Don't you think so? I mean I know you hated it as much as I?” said Orihime.
“Yeah I know. Sometimes the guys don't know us girls can kick butt as well. And you are doing so much better. Your shield is five times as strong. There's hardly anything that can break it now. Not to mention there's a few other ideas I have that could tweak your attacks,” Rukia said helpfully.
“Rukia, when you're fighting alongside Renji do you ever um… afterwards, do you ever want to keep being around him after the fighting is done? I mean it's one of the few times you're alone and… well…” Orihime said in a voice close to a whisper.
“Where's this going? You know you can ask me anything,” said Rukia. “What rule says you have to have your friends in your face all the time? I'm sure Ichigo and you can do whatever you want together without everyone else.
“But I don't want to be rude to Tatsuki and our friends! And well, isn't the guy supposed to ask the girl?”
“You guys DO date remember. I have seen you go out, just as much as I do with Renji. I mean we've double dated and group dated often enough," said Rukia with a perplexed look.
“This isn't just dating, Rukia. I mean I want to be ALONE with him. Not just ALONE talking but something else,” said Orihime.
“Ohhhhh, I see,” Rukia blinked, realizing the implication. “You mean you want to get more intimate.”
“Mmm hmm? That is what I was trying to ask. How do you have time alone with Renji without people pestering you with questions, and without you feeling guilty for wanting to keep things private?” asked Orihime.
“Well, for starters after a fight is a good idea,” said Rukia tapping her chin. “But you two could be HERE together alone.”
“Yes, but I don't want to put out Matsumoto,” said Orihime quietly. “And well, she always asks me if I've gone all the way with Ichigo yet.”
“Bother her. You are talking to me now. Look, if there is anything else you want to ask me, go ahead. You can trust me,” said Rukia softly, patting her hand.
“I know that. I cannot talk to Tatsuki because she always wants to protect me. And I don't need protecting, I don't WANT protecting from Ichigo,” Orihime stuck her chin out.
“Then tell her. Or else maybe we can twist someone's arm to keep her occupied,” Rukia grinned.
“I think I want to speak to Ichigo now,” said Orihime quietly. “I think I've eaten enough ice cream and watched enough movies for a while.”
“Oh,” Rukia said as her friend stood up and piled the containers onto the tray. Quietly Orihime carried the refuse back to the sink and tossed the empty cartons in the trash.
Another frantic beeping caused Rukia to flinch. She tugged her soul pager out of her pocket and quietly swore. Orihime turned around at the noise seeing Rukia trying to tuck the page back. “Another hollow?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. I'm sure the guys are already on it.”
“Where is it, is it near Ichigo?” she asked, rushing into her bedroom. Rukia moved after her, checking the hollow details and cursing.
She saw Orihime pulling on sweatpants and shoving her feet into slippers. As she opened her mouth to protest Orihime tossed off the gown and quickly struggled into a sports bra and T-shirt. Dodging around her friend Rukia said, “You don't have to go.”
“I want to. Or are you afraid I can't handle more than one assault tonight?” Orihime asked with a quiet fierceness in her dark eyes.
“No but...”
“Please don't try to stop me, Rukia. I'm going regardless,” she said. “They may need us. Something tells me it's more than just one.”
“Actually, its a half dozen,” said Rukia quietly, realizing she could not hide the truth from her friend.