Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Rukia's Dating Service - Shuuhei ( Chapter 97 )

Title: Rukia's Dating Service - Shuuhei

Characters: Ichigo, Shuuhei

Rating: K+

Warning: None

Words: 507

Description: Ichigo began to think that Rukia was getting desperate.

 

 

Ichigo inclined his head, rubbing his hands over his bent knees. “So...”

 

In front of him, Shuuhei drummed his fingers on the table top, fingernails clacking against the wood veneer. “So...”

 

Rolling his eyes to the side in an attempt to find conversation, Ichigo grasped at something. Anything, honestly.

 

“Umm... so how long have you been a vice-captain?”

 

“Awhile,” came the honest and quick response.

 

“I see.”

 

Silence descended once more.

 

It was quickly becoming awkward. Or to be more precise, it already was awkward. Now, it was just getting embarrassing.

 

Ichigo stared at the other man, whom he had met maybe twice in his entire life. He'd done well enough to remember the tattooed Shinigami's name, much less be able to come up with some sort of interesting conversation.

 

He wasn't supposed to in the first place anyway. He had been led to believe that this particular outing was going to include others as well, most notedly Renji and Ikkaku and the rest of the “thugs.” Apparently, Shuuhei had been led to believe that as well. His eyes kept glancing towards the door, and the both of them straightened every time they caught a glimpse of someone coming inside.

 

It wasn't that Shuuhei wasn't attractive or intelligent because the vice-captain contained a fair share of both. But Ichigo just didn't think they had anything in common. Nor did he really know the other man well enough.

 

“Uh...”

 

“Um.”

 

They simply drew an utter blank at communication.

 

“I wonder where the others are?” Shuuhei posed out loud, fingers picking up a faster rhythm against the table top.

 

Tap. Tap. Taptap. Tap.

 

Ichigo's brow furrowed. “Yeah.”

 

Inwardly, however, he was cursing Rukia. He hoped the chill that shot up her back froze her solid. She and her bright ideas.

 

Two more people came through the doors, and they were not their friends. Ichigo's suspicions blossomed into full on belief. They had been set up.

 

“No offense,” Shuuhei began, the tapping abruptly ceasing as he leaned forward, catching Ichigo's eyes. “But we should just go home.”

 

Ichigo nodded. “None taken,” he answered, already rising to his feet and contemplating the consequences of injuring a Kuchiki princess. “It's a good idea.”

 

The vice-captain stood, sliding his chair back into place as Ichigo peeled some money out of his wallet and left it on the table for the drinks they had consumed.

 

“I'm sorry this didn't work out,” Shuuhei said as they headed for the door, ever the considerate one.

 

Ichigo shrugged. “It's fine. I know who to blame.”

 

A certain something sparkled in the tattooed man's eyes, a vein ticking on his forehead that seemed to perfectly align with Ichigo's own irritation. It seemed they both had trickster friends.

 

“As do I,” Shuuhei muttered under his breath.

 

And Ichigo couldn't help but smirk. Maybe they had something in common, after all.

 

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