log; ongoing

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

When; NOW. April 16th, evening.
Rating; ...Uh. PG-13? Only for Ichigo's mouth.
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo [strawberried] and Kuchiki Rukia [frigidwarsong]
Summary; Ichigo is stupid, there's a curse going on, and chaos ensues. Does chaos lead to something more? PROTIP: Yes.
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Ichigo should've been used to this shit by now. He should've been used to these twisted curses, and he should've been used to having his words warped and turned into the snafu he was currently in. Stuck to Rukia. All day. And not the good kind of stuck.

Unfortunately, for all the times things like this had happened to him before, he'll never be used to it, not really, and while he'd learned to ignore ignore ignore certain things--and he was getting damn good at it--this extended proximity to Rukia really wasn't doing anything for his denial. Anything at all.

They'd come to a reluctant ceasefire earlier in the day, after the fifteenth argument over whose fault this was (his) and how much of an idiot he was (a big one), and now, Ichigo could only count down to the end of the day. And occasionally take a punch to the face. But he was, sadly, used to that, if nothing else.

Sighing--huffing--he looked over at Rukia, sitting as far away from him as the curse allowed, then glanced up at the clock. Only a few more hours to go.

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[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

Rukia sighed, hesitating, realizing she could easily end all of this now. Of course he hadn't meant to say it, but he had. For a moment, she was silent, still, her sense of responsibility battling with her feelings. Finally, she gave in, knowing anything else would crush him. She was loath to hurt him any further, and so she looked up, reaching out almost nervously to touch his cheek.

"Idiot."

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

He felt her fingers on his cheek and looked up, shocked by her touch like it was electric--she wasn't rejecting him. Not by the soft touch of her fingers, or the way she called him an idiot, and shit, they were so damn twisted, when an insult made him feel relieved. Relieved, and hopeful, and... happy. They never really were for overt declarations, anyway.

His expression softened, the omnipresent crease between his brows smoothing out, the whisper of a smile turning his lips. "You're the idiot."

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

"Shut up," she responded, smiling back, surprised at the fluttery feeling in her stomach. "I'm not the one who got us stuck."

When was the last time she'd seen him smile like this? She honestly couldn't remember, and it relaxed her, made her cup his cheek softly with her hand, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone.

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't my fault," he groused, though it didn't come out half as irritated as it normally would, not when he was still basking in this feeling she was giving him. Of course, it was his fault and they both knew it, but he was arguing for the sake of principle.

The feel of her hand on his cheek made him lean slightly into her touch, though he didn't move any closer than that.

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

Rukia paused, studying him for a moment before moving forward experimentally. "Everything is your fault, always. Name one thing that wasn't." They were slipping into their normal routine, and it relaxed her, even if she was much closer than they'd usually ever be. She found she didn't mind.

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

Even with everything changing, some things would always stay the same. Rukia would always be his friend, his nakama, his partner, and anything else was simply more, an extension of the relationship they'd built from the moment she'd stepped through his bedroom window.

And that, that meant more to him then she would probably ever know. He scooted closer to her, close enough that their arms brushed against each other, and retorted, "Name one thing that was."

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed, the challenge dually noted. "Stealing my powers. Every time you've nearly gotten yourself killed. You and Renji keeping me up all night with your incessant arguing. And this." There was more than enough to keep her going, probably until the curse ended.

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

"That was all your idea," he drawled, arching a brow at her. Scowling, Ichigo raised a hand, ticking off his points on his fingers, one after the other. "I was protecting you guys. And that's Renji's damn fault."

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

"You're both idiots," she responded, a sense of finality in her voice. "And if you honestly think almost dying is protecting us, then..." She paused, seemed to consider something for a moment, then reached up and whacked the back of his head.

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

"Augh," he grunted, head snapping forward with the force of her blow. As tiny and unassuming as Rukia was, she was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. Which meant that her hitting him actually hurt. "Stop that!"