Since I'm so "popular" today... might as well start droping
off this gem and see how it goes...
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Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump,
Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo, Adult Swim, & Viz Media LLC.
Should Kubo, or any of his affiliates, request it, this not-for-profit
story will be taken off line as quickly as possible.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I
shall hunt you down and skewer your nuts.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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"Oh, this shit is NOT gonna fly."
Ichigo let off a small sigh as he looked at
his girlfriend with a look of understanding,
"That's what I told her. But little miss
pain-in-my-ass says she needs to be close
to me in case a hollow shows up."
"Yeah, I just bet she does." Tatsuki
muttered under her breath.
"I don't see what the problem is here."
Rukia shrugged," As oversexed as today's
youth is a man and a woman living
under the same roof is no big deal.
At least that's what I've read."
Tatsuki turned to Rukia, "That's only when
they're old enough to do such things, old hag.
Not when they're fifteen."
Rukia's eye twiched, "Old... hag? Did you just
call me an old hag?"
Ichigo blanced as he looked between Rukia's frown
and Tatsuki's smirk, swearing he could feel a very
opressive aura in his room.
"Yeah, I did. You said you were a hundred and fifty right?
You're practically ancient, mummy dear."
Ichigo gulped and started to slowly make way for
his bedroom door, 'Oh shit, this does NOT bode
well for me.'
Rukia's eye twitched faster as Tatsuki continued,
"Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you did try to
seduce MY Ichigo with that whole 'stay close in
case a hollow shows up' bs."
Ichigo gulped as he noticed Rukia's face scrunched up even more.
That Tatsuki didn't notice [or more likely didn't care] did
nothing for his heart.
"You must've really been hard up to come up with that excuse.
I can see that, being as old as you are."
Rukia's teeth grounded at that comment, "...You little brat. Where
the HELL do you get off with saying that to me?!?"
Tatsuki smirked. "Facts are facts, bitch. You're old and scrawny. That
you've picked on my boyfriend only shows that you're tastes aren't
completely worthless, however your ideas of staying close are
embarassingly childish". Tatsuki laughed.
Ichigo had gulped a third time for luck as he was in meer fingertips reach
of the doorknob, 'Yessire, definitly time to go. Dontlookback,dontlookback,
doooooontlookback.'
"Ichigo."
The boy paused and let off a sickly grin as he looked back to the
center of his bedroom, 'Ah, fuck me sideways.' "Y-yeah, Tatsuki?"
"Don't. Touch. That. Doorknob."
"W-wh-why not, babe? It's my room, right?" The confindent smile
he tried to put up did not quite reach his face as he turned back
to them.
Tatsuki turned to Ichigo and gave him a dark smile that caused the
boy to look like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncomming
freight train, " Face up to your own problems like a man, OK?"
Ichigo slumped down to the floor, defeated. He let off a silent prayer to
God and his mother that the next life would be nice and comfortable,
"Yes,dear." 'I am so whipped', he silently bemoaned, 'And not in the
good way.'
Tatsuki then turned back to Rukia, "As for you... If you think for one second I'm
gonna let you stay here, you're outta yer goddamn mummified mind chick."
Rukia glared up at Tatsuki, "Well then little miss prim and proper, what do
you sugest we do?"
Tatsuki glared at Rukia before shoving her aside to walk towards Ichigo's room.
Not sparing her boyfriend a look she opened his door and walked to his closet.
Ichigo blinked, "Tatsuki.... what are you doing?"
Not responding she opened the closet and took note of the bed and contents.
Her face breifly darkened as her mind registered just how close this hag was
to her boyfriend.
"...Tatsuki?"
Ichigo's eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend practically rip out the contents
of the closet.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?", Rukia screeched.
"Evicting you," Tatsuki said as if explaning it to a child.
"Not that I'm complaining babe", Ichigo pointedly ignored Rukia's ire now
being directed at him, "but where's chibi-gami gonna stay at?"
"With me."
Ichigo stared as he watched his closet being gutted. Considering Tatsuki's
words before elegantly comming up with, "Come again?"
Tatsuki stopped the gutting of Ichigo's closet to stare flatly at her boyfriend,
"Do you want her in your place?"
"Uhhh... no."
"And there's no way in hell I'm gonna let this old mummy stay in your room any longer."
"I AM NOT A MUMMY, YOU BRAT!" Rukia retorted.
Tatsuki ignored her, naturally, "So, if she absolutly HAS to stay here, she's gonna stay
where I can always keep my eye on her 24/7. Understand?"
Ichigo nodded warily. Anything to get back on her good side.
Rukia on the other hand was doing her best to reign in her temper. "And just
how... exactly do I go along with you on this?"
Tatsuki smirked at the shinigami, "Who said you had a choice in the matter?"
Tatsuki then twisted the knife further. "You have none of your fancy Chibi-gami
strength, right? Meaning you're just a regular helpless little girl. Not that I enjoy
picking on the weak, mind you, but I'll make a very welcome exception for you.
Don't you feel honored?"
Rukia grumbled under her breath as Tatsuki continued to gut out Ichigo's closet
of her presence, "...Damned Gigai. Damned expensive Kikonchan. Damn it all."
"This is one of those 'get worse before it gets better senarios' ain't it?"
Ichigo asked himself.
"Worse" - "Better", came the two different replies. Tatsuki beat Rukia to the explanation.
"You get your life back, Berry-tan. I get this scrawny thing who, if she knows what's good
for her won't cause any problems for me."
"And should a hollow appear?", Rukia challenged Tatsuki's answer.
"Then you better be damn quick at contacting him", Tatsuki smoothly answered,
taking the last few items out. She dusted off her hands as she finished gutting Ichigo's
closet and gave Rukia a look of triumph, "Besides, ain't that what Kon's for?"
Rukia frowned even deeper as she had forgotten about that little detail in all the arguing
she had been doing with Tatsuki. Damnit, defeated in all areas. Rukia then blinked in surprise
as she felt a poke on her bottom. She slowly turned to find Kon, still in his dog body,
nose on her bottom, "....What do you think you're doing?"
Kon grinned as sheepishly as a dog could, "Saying Hello?"
As Rukia cracked her knuckles, Kon reflected to himself that this was not as good of an
idea as he thought.
As Rukia began to knock Kon out of the dead dog's body to Tatsuki's laughter, Ichigo
sighed to himself, 'I wonder what a normal person's love life is like.'
Sadly, he wouldn't know the answer to that question for a good, long while.
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Ghostface211 presents.....
A Bleach Story
Stranger Than Fiction
Chapter Five: Free from work, now lets chill
Comments, Constructive Criticisim, and MST 3000's can go to ghostface211@gmail.com
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More 2 come.....
off this gem and see how it goes...
==========================
Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump,
Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo, Adult Swim, & Viz Media LLC.
Should Kubo, or any of his affiliates, request it, this not-for-profit
story will be taken off line as quickly as possible.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I
shall hunt you down and skewer your nuts.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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"Oh, this shit is NOT gonna fly."
Ichigo let off a small sigh as he looked at
his girlfriend with a look of understanding,
"That's what I told her. But little miss
pain-in-my-ass says she needs to be close
to me in case a hollow shows up."
"Yeah, I just bet she does." Tatsuki
muttered under her breath.
"I don't see what the problem is here."
Rukia shrugged," As oversexed as today's
youth is a man and a woman living
under the same roof is no big deal.
At least that's what I've read."
Tatsuki turned to Rukia, "That's only when
they're old enough to do such things, old hag.
Not when they're fifteen."
Rukia's eye twiched, "Old... hag? Did you just
call me an old hag?"
Ichigo blanced as he looked between Rukia's frown
and Tatsuki's smirk, swearing he could feel a very
opressive aura in his room.
"Yeah, I did. You said you were a hundred and fifty right?
You're practically ancient, mummy dear."
Ichigo gulped and started to slowly make way for
his bedroom door, 'Oh shit, this does NOT bode
well for me.'
Rukia's eye twitched faster as Tatsuki continued,
"Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you did try to
seduce MY Ichigo with that whole 'stay close in
case a hollow shows up' bs."
Ichigo gulped as he noticed Rukia's face scrunched up even more.
That Tatsuki didn't notice [or more likely didn't care] did
nothing for his heart.
"You must've really been hard up to come up with that excuse.
I can see that, being as old as you are."
Rukia's teeth grounded at that comment, "...You little brat. Where
the HELL do you get off with saying that to me?!?"
Tatsuki smirked. "Facts are facts, bitch. You're old and scrawny. That
you've picked on my boyfriend only shows that you're tastes aren't
completely worthless, however your ideas of staying close are
embarassingly childish". Tatsuki laughed.
Ichigo had gulped a third time for luck as he was in meer fingertips reach
of the doorknob, 'Yessire, definitly time to go. Dontlookback,dontlookback,
doooooontlookback.'
"Ichigo."
The boy paused and let off a sickly grin as he looked back to the
center of his bedroom, 'Ah, fuck me sideways.' "Y-yeah, Tatsuki?"
"Don't. Touch. That. Doorknob."
"W-wh-why not, babe? It's my room, right?" The confindent smile
he tried to put up did not quite reach his face as he turned back
to them.
Tatsuki turned to Ichigo and gave him a dark smile that caused the
boy to look like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncomming
freight train, " Face up to your own problems like a man, OK?"
Ichigo slumped down to the floor, defeated. He let off a silent prayer to
God and his mother that the next life would be nice and comfortable,
"Yes,dear." 'I am so whipped', he silently bemoaned, 'And not in the
good way.'
Tatsuki then turned back to Rukia, "As for you... If you think for one second I'm
gonna let you stay here, you're outta yer goddamn mummified mind chick."
Rukia glared up at Tatsuki, "Well then little miss prim and proper, what do
you sugest we do?"
Tatsuki glared at Rukia before shoving her aside to walk towards Ichigo's room.
Not sparing her boyfriend a look she opened his door and walked to his closet.
Ichigo blinked, "Tatsuki.... what are you doing?"
Not responding she opened the closet and took note of the bed and contents.
Her face breifly darkened as her mind registered just how close this hag was
to her boyfriend.
"...Tatsuki?"
Ichigo's eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend practically rip out the contents
of the closet.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?", Rukia screeched.
"Evicting you," Tatsuki said as if explaning it to a child.
"Not that I'm complaining babe", Ichigo pointedly ignored Rukia's ire now
being directed at him, "but where's chibi-gami gonna stay at?"
"With me."
Ichigo stared as he watched his closet being gutted. Considering Tatsuki's
words before elegantly comming up with, "Come again?"
Tatsuki stopped the gutting of Ichigo's closet to stare flatly at her boyfriend,
"Do you want her in your place?"
"Uhhh... no."
"And there's no way in hell I'm gonna let this old mummy stay in your room any longer."
"I AM NOT A MUMMY, YOU BRAT!" Rukia retorted.
Tatsuki ignored her, naturally, "So, if she absolutly HAS to stay here, she's gonna stay
where I can always keep my eye on her 24/7. Understand?"
Ichigo nodded warily. Anything to get back on her good side.
Rukia on the other hand was doing her best to reign in her temper. "And just
how... exactly do I go along with you on this?"
Tatsuki smirked at the shinigami, "Who said you had a choice in the matter?"
Tatsuki then twisted the knife further. "You have none of your fancy Chibi-gami
strength, right? Meaning you're just a regular helpless little girl. Not that I enjoy
picking on the weak, mind you, but I'll make a very welcome exception for you.
Don't you feel honored?"
Rukia grumbled under her breath as Tatsuki continued to gut out Ichigo's closet
of her presence, "...Damned Gigai. Damned expensive Kikonchan. Damn it all."
"This is one of those 'get worse before it gets better senarios' ain't it?"
Ichigo asked himself.
"Worse" - "Better", came the two different replies. Tatsuki beat Rukia to the explanation.
"You get your life back, Berry-tan. I get this scrawny thing who, if she knows what's good
for her won't cause any problems for me."
"And should a hollow appear?", Rukia challenged Tatsuki's answer.
"Then you better be damn quick at contacting him", Tatsuki smoothly answered,
taking the last few items out. She dusted off her hands as she finished gutting Ichigo's
closet and gave Rukia a look of triumph, "Besides, ain't that what Kon's for?"
Rukia frowned even deeper as she had forgotten about that little detail in all the arguing
she had been doing with Tatsuki. Damnit, defeated in all areas. Rukia then blinked in surprise
as she felt a poke on her bottom. She slowly turned to find Kon, still in his dog body,
nose on her bottom, "....What do you think you're doing?"
Kon grinned as sheepishly as a dog could, "Saying Hello?"
As Rukia cracked her knuckles, Kon reflected to himself that this was not as good of an
idea as he thought.
As Rukia began to knock Kon out of the dead dog's body to Tatsuki's laughter, Ichigo
sighed to himself, 'I wonder what a normal person's love life is like.'
Sadly, he wouldn't know the answer to that question for a good, long while.
----------==========----------
Ghostface211 presents.....
A Bleach Story
Stranger Than Fiction
Chapter Five: Free from work, now lets chill
Comments, Constructive Criticisim, and MST 3000's can go to ghostface211@gmail.com
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More 2 come.....