Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Her Beauty ❯ A Butterfly in Disguise ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Irishneko 
Whoever invented the push-up bra and the push-up really hate Rukia today. She battles with make-up and with making-up with a certain someone.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.10.2010 | Updated On: 04.10.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 910 | Visits: 558 | Status: Work In Progress
Whoever invented the push-up bra and the push-up really hate Rukia today. She battles with make-up and with making-up with a certain someone.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.10.2010 | Updated On: 04.10.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 910 | Visits: 558 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.
A/N: Hey guys thanks for the reviews, but on with the show.
Finding Her Beauty
Chapter 2: A Butterfly in Disguise
The skirt felt like rubber against her thighs and the shirt kept riding higher and higher on her stomach. Rukia silently cursed every time she had to redo her lip gloss. Her mascara had rubbed off not ten minutes after she had put it on, she had rubbed her eye, forgetting she had it on.
She was just glad her great-aunt had to leave early that morning, giving her time to get ready.
The makeup had been an experience in and of itself. Who knew that women spend so much time to look good for other people. The foundation had gotten all over the counter, and at the end she had forgone it. The eye shadow had gotten into her eye, which took half-an-hour to wash out.
The blow drier had fried this morning, leaving her hair damp and limp. She had cut her knee shaving and had to use her cousins little band aids with dancing dinosaurs on them. Her shoes had holes at the bottom and that morning it had to rain.
The light blue camisole was supposed to show off her cleavage, that what the sales girl had said to her. But in the end it looked as if she had stole one of her more well endowed cousin’s tee shirts. She missed her baggy jeans and soft tee shirts.
The bus stopped a few feet from her house, leaving her to walk to the door. The door slid open with a ominous creak. Silently cursing her luck for being the last person picked up, for, the whole bus was full now.
When she finally got on the bus all she heard was an echoed gasp as all of the students stared at her. The silence ended though as one girl in front spoke up:
“Ah look at that, Rukia’s trying to be a big girl today!” A round of evil laughter followed her back to her seat, where she slumped herself down and the seat; a thick blush covered her from her cheeks down.
She looked over at Ichigo finally, and found him staring at her, with something that looked like regret in his eyes.
She had noticed Chad’s and Ishida’s reactions, their open mouthed-big-eyes had made her feel even more uncomfortable.
With a snarl, to him, the other students and herself, she pulled down the skirt as far as possible before slumping down and listening to her music.
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Ichigo couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked over at Rukia in the other seat to make sure his eyesight wasn’t going bad. There she sat in a way to small skirt and a light camisole. It was really amazing, he never knew that she had that much leg to her.
Orihime had come on, taken one look at her and told her that she thought it was great that she was with a man now. That is what he thought exactly, that Rukia had finally gotten into a relationship with someone, and he was regretting it.
He didn’t want Rukia, his sweet, sweet Rukia to be in a relationship with another man, he didn’t want her showing other men her assets. He felt Orihime lean over towards him, felt her soft lips on his cheeks, but felt no reaction to it.
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Rukia hated whoever invented the push-up bra, she hated whoever invented the push-up. Both things never agreed with her from the beginning of her existence. The bra was trying to make cleavage out of nothing and the push up thing just wasn’t her thing.
She had gotten so many reactions, she couldn’t wait for the end of the day. She had one teacher, an older male teacher, Mr. Tashio, stare at her legs all period. While Ms. Yougki had tsked at her under her breath.
She couldn’t help her mind from wondering. She kept imagining Ichigo, without that tight muscle shirt, all ready for her. It was really something she was beginning to obsess about and she really didn’t care.
“I really need a life.” With a shy she pulled out a new prized book, How to Please Your Man, and started to read. It really wasn’t that bad after all.
With lunch in her lap she ate and read, read and ate. She felt a shadow fall over her and looked up to see one Ichigo.
“Why are you dressed like a slut today?” Ichigo instantly regretted his question the minute it passed through his lips.
Rukia could not believe her ears, she usually wasn’t emotional but she couldn’t help the one lone tear that fell from her eye. She felt the butterfly touch of fingertips on her cheek as he wiped it away.
She felt his hand cup her cheek and looked up into his eyes.
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Thanks for reading.
You like, review, you don’t, review.
-Irish
A/N: Hey guys thanks for the reviews, but on with the show.
Finding Her Beauty
Chapter 2: A Butterfly in Disguise
The skirt felt like rubber against her thighs and the shirt kept riding higher and higher on her stomach. Rukia silently cursed every time she had to redo her lip gloss. Her mascara had rubbed off not ten minutes after she had put it on, she had rubbed her eye, forgetting she had it on.
She was just glad her great-aunt had to leave early that morning, giving her time to get ready.
The makeup had been an experience in and of itself. Who knew that women spend so much time to look good for other people. The foundation had gotten all over the counter, and at the end she had forgone it. The eye shadow had gotten into her eye, which took half-an-hour to wash out.
The blow drier had fried this morning, leaving her hair damp and limp. She had cut her knee shaving and had to use her cousins little band aids with dancing dinosaurs on them. Her shoes had holes at the bottom and that morning it had to rain.
The light blue camisole was supposed to show off her cleavage, that what the sales girl had said to her. But in the end it looked as if she had stole one of her more well endowed cousin’s tee shirts. She missed her baggy jeans and soft tee shirts.
The bus stopped a few feet from her house, leaving her to walk to the door. The door slid open with a ominous creak. Silently cursing her luck for being the last person picked up, for, the whole bus was full now.
When she finally got on the bus all she heard was an echoed gasp as all of the students stared at her. The silence ended though as one girl in front spoke up:
“Ah look at that, Rukia’s trying to be a big girl today!” A round of evil laughter followed her back to her seat, where she slumped herself down and the seat; a thick blush covered her from her cheeks down.
She looked over at Ichigo finally, and found him staring at her, with something that looked like regret in his eyes.
She had noticed Chad’s and Ishida’s reactions, their open mouthed-big-eyes had made her feel even more uncomfortable.
With a snarl, to him, the other students and herself, she pulled down the skirt as far as possible before slumping down and listening to her music.
----------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------
Ichigo couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked over at Rukia in the other seat to make sure his eyesight wasn’t going bad. There she sat in a way to small skirt and a light camisole. It was really amazing, he never knew that she had that much leg to her.
Orihime had come on, taken one look at her and told her that she thought it was great that she was with a man now. That is what he thought exactly, that Rukia had finally gotten into a relationship with someone, and he was regretting it.
He didn’t want Rukia, his sweet, sweet Rukia to be in a relationship with another man, he didn’t want her showing other men her assets. He felt Orihime lean over towards him, felt her soft lips on his cheeks, but felt no reaction to it.
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Rukia hated whoever invented the push-up bra, she hated whoever invented the push-up. Both things never agreed with her from the beginning of her existence. The bra was trying to make cleavage out of nothing and the push up thing just wasn’t her thing.
She had gotten so many reactions, she couldn’t wait for the end of the day. She had one teacher, an older male teacher, Mr. Tashio, stare at her legs all period. While Ms. Yougki had tsked at her under her breath.
She couldn’t help her mind from wondering. She kept imagining Ichigo, without that tight muscle shirt, all ready for her. It was really something she was beginning to obsess about and she really didn’t care.
“I really need a life.” With a shy she pulled out a new prized book, How to Please Your Man, and started to read. It really wasn’t that bad after all.
With lunch in her lap she ate and read, read and ate. She felt a shadow fall over her and looked up to see one Ichigo.
“Why are you dressed like a slut today?” Ichigo instantly regretted his question the minute it passed through his lips.
Rukia could not believe her ears, she usually wasn’t emotional but she couldn’t help the one lone tear that fell from her eye. She felt the butterfly touch of fingertips on her cheek as he wiped it away.
She felt his hand cup her cheek and looked up into his eyes.
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Thanks for reading.
You like, review, you don’t, review.
-Irish