Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Onions ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

In all of Ichigo's life, he has never felt a physical pain that actually brought tears to his eyes. He was a very resolved person, strong in front of his sisters, cool in front of his allies, fearsome to his enemies, never did he cry. Though, he was soon to find out that there was one thing that could bring moisture to his bright amber eyes, and that was the extreme physical pain and insults that his small friend Rukia could bring to him. She always hit his most sore places, and his most tender subjects. That wasn't really it though, the main reason she got through his defenses was because she was a strong ally, and stronger enemy. The strongest he'd ever seen. Her alliance prevented him from fighting back, and her will to fight always won. It was still rare though, for her to make him cry. He really couldn't call it crying though. He labeled it as tears of misery. Even then, through the tears, pain, and taunts, he never asked or begged her to end the pain. Only once has this happened, and it was a day Rukia and Ichigo, will never forget.

Ichigo looked to his left, then to his right. So far he hadn't encountered his dreaded enemy yet. Not really enemy, more of violent hunter. Yeah, that really fit the discription. She was always where he least expected. He swore that if she ever found out how to hide in his hair, she would without a second thought. He once found her hiding in his sock drawer, for an entire hour. She's that dedicated to catching him off guard. This time though, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't catch him. Ichigo took a silent step forward, just a quick turn around the corner and he was out the door. She wasn't going to ruin his Sunday that easily. Another silent step. Just one more and he was around the turn. The final step, and there she was, staring at him with a look of pure evil intent. He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, seeing as how she had been waiting there for so long that she hadn't even bothered to get fully dressed. All she was wearing was a very large button-up shirt. Hopefully there was at least something under it.

"Yo Ichigo..." Rukia waved as she widened her grin. You would think she was trying to redefine the term Chesire-Grin.

"R-Rukia...wh-what are you d-doing here...?" Ichigo stammered as he slowly backed away. She advanced towards him, a step forward for every step back. Rukia's grin widened with his reaction. She had caught him off-guard alright. He was stuttering and sweating in fear.

"...I-chi-go..." Rukia beamed in a sing-song voice. She had her prey exactly where she wanted him, cornered. It gave her a great sense of pride that she could make the strongest of the strong, tremble at the sound of her voice.

"Wha-what do you wa-want...?" Ichigo asked as he backed into the wall. Great, he was trapped. Nowhere to go now, all he could hope was that it would end quickly. Rukia took the chance to move right in front of him and look him straight in the eye. Ichigo was beginning to sweat a small puddle onto the ground.

"Ichigo..." Rukia chimed as she reached a hand behind her back. If their was ever a time that Ichigo was going to pray to a higher power to save him, it would be now. Slowly, Ichigo looked right back into her large violet eyes.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered.

"BAM!" Rukia yelled as she shoved something down Ichigo's throat. Whatever it was, it smelled awful, tasted strong, and was making his eyes water.

"GAH! Rukia...what is...this crap...?" Ichigo asked between coughs. He picked up a peice of this substance from his lip and examined it carefully. It was...was...an onion. Ichigo quickly spit out what he could, and was forced to swallow the rest. He hated onions. He looked around and saw Rukia curled up on the floor laughing so hard it looked like it hurt. He hoped it did, because she was dead once she calmed down.

"Y-you should have seen th-the look on y-your fa-fa-face!" Rukia giggled. Forget waiting until she was done, she was dead NOW!

"RUKIA!" Ichigo yelled as he dived at her. He was lucky, her laughing had stopped her from moving, and soon he had his arms around her in a death-grip as he forced her arms to her sides.

"Let me go you bastard!" Rukia yelled as she struggled to get free. Sadly, Ichigo was much stronger when it came to physical qualities.

"What the hell, you little bitch, what was that for!" Ichigo yelled into her ear as he squeezed her tighter. He hoped her little head would pop off.

"Let-me-go...hey...are you crying?" Rukia asked as she turned her gaze to the tears welling up in his eyes. It was rare to see Ichigo cry, but what made her nervous was the thought that she might be responsible for it.

"Wha-no! It's the onions!" He yelled defensively. He really hoped he wasn't crying too badly, it was bad for his image and he was way to tough to cry, especially over a few onions.

"Ichigo, I didn't want to make you cry." Rukia frowned as she freed and arm and wiped away one of his tears. She did feel sort of bad. Ichigo quickly let her go and pushed himself away. He had just realized he was basically hugging a half-naked Rukia. Not something he wanted anyone to find out about.

"It was the onions, I'm not crying!" He yelled as he began to back away.

"Yes you are..." Rukia said as she began to walk towards him. It didn't make sense to her, how could onions make him cry? They were just a big spicy vegetable.

"R-Rukia, stay ba-back!" Ichigo stammered as he continued to back up. Rukia became very confused. Why was he trying to get away from her? Did she smell? No, she baths even more than he does. She then looked at his face. His hairs were standing on end, he was sweating heavily, and his cheeks were a deep pink. It was obvious that he was embarassed, but by what? That's when it hit her, she was half-naked. She let out a small squeak and ran past Ichigo to put on some clothes. Ichigo sighed in relief. Hormone-powered images were beginning to run through his head. At least he learned something though. He hated onions.