Not His Girlfriend
Escaping into nights, I told myself
That I was not at all alone
But after all, it revealed
Nothing but my loneliness day by day
On my way home from the bustle of the city
Though it was no different from any other day
I thought I would repeat such pattern of life
And tears welled up suddenly
Feeling weak and wretched
Uneasy and lonely
I wanted some warmth
In a faint voice
-Angel's Song by Ayumi Hamasaki
Rukia smiled as she remembered her night. She and the girls had been able to kick off Summer Break by going to Kaze, a local Restaurant and bar. Momo's uncle owned the place, so the girl's knew it was safe. They knew practically all the staff, and all the regulars.
In Karakura Town, there was really no legal drinking age. The way everyone saw it, as soon as anyone turned eighteen, they were their own person. No parents could tell them right from wrong, no one could lecture them. Well, they could, but the kids didn't have to listen.
The party had started just a mere forty-eight hours before.
Rukia weaved her way through the crowds of dancing couples and waiters. Music blasted from the speakers on stage, and Rukia suddenly found herself looking at three good-looking men. She couldn't say they were handsome, but they were good looking.
They just had horrible pick-up lines.
"Baby, are your parents terrorists? 'Cause let me just say, you're the bomb." One man, with spiky blond hair and bright pink eyes said lamely.
Another man with slightly darker skin and dark hair asked, "Hey, Haizo, ask if it hurt when she fell." Rukia cocked her head. "Excuse me?" He grinned toothily at her. "When you fell, did it hurt? Cause I know an angel when I see one."
Rukia smiled devilishly and whispered into the man's ear; "I'm no angel, far from it, really. Truth be told, people tell me I'm quite the little witch." She pulled back. "But thanks for the compliment." She winked and walked away.
She soon spotted her three best friends sitting at a table all laughing. "Hey guys." Rukia sighed. "What's with Momo?" Tatsuki and Inoue looked at their friend in confusion. "Mo? Hey, Momo! What's the matter, kid?" Momo sighed in depression. "They've been going at it for nearly an hour." She sighed, pointing to a kissing couple in a corner of the restaurant.
"Oh, god." Rukia looked away, disgusted. "I can't even watch..." Tatsuki said sadly. "I wish I had a beau."
Inoue sighed dreamily. "Yeah. Not everyone can be as lucky as me..." She was rewarded with three celery sticks pelting her in the face, straight from the girls' bloody Mary's. "Showoff." Momo scoffed as a waitress walked up. "Hey, Rose." Rukia said, the first to notice the red-haired woman. "Hi, Rose." The rest of the girls chirped.
Rose used to live in America, but her family lived in Karakura. She was originally from Okinawa, but her father was American, and he had decided on the American name Rose. She had inherited her mother's blood red hair, long and silky, and her father's sea foam green eyes. She was almost twenty-two.
"Hey guys," She smiled, her sea foam green orbs shimmering with warmth, and set down the drinks. Three sake's and a tall glass of red wine. Rukia blinked. "Uh, Rose, I think you made a mistake, I didn't order this drink."
The woman smiled kindly and shook her head. "No mistake," She turned and pointed. "He ordered it for you." She pointed to a man with light teal hair and dark eyes. He smiled at the group of girls, eyes landing on Rukia. He was very handsome. "I don't know his name," Rose murmured, "But he sure is cute." She collected the empty glasses. "Should I take it back?"
Rukia hesitated. Then...
"Could you? And tell him I'm flattered, really I am, I just don't want to give him the wrong idea. I don't really think I'm ready to have that kind of relationship yet."
Rukia sighed sadly as she walked on, ignoring the stares of the people passing by. "I should've taken the drink," She muttered darkly, as if it was the answer to everything. "I need to face reality, I'm not getting any younger. I'm already nineteen and in college, never once having a boyfriend. Well, none I can remember anyways." She added as an after thought.
It was a cold Tuesday afternoon, and it looked as if it would rain. Thunder boomed in the far-off distance, and lightlning flashed briefly. It was suprising, especially for a summer in Karakura. It was surprising, but not unheard of.
"Look at those storm clouds," A man whispered to his girlfriend. "No wonder the cat didn't want to go outside today; it looks like it's really gonna come down!" Karakura was a normally sunny place, so it made sense that people were surprised.
But Rukia didn't care. She didn't care when it started raining cats and dogs, or when the entire block cleared out for the shelter of houses, shops, office buildings, or even cars. She just dragged her feet along empty streets until she heard a voice.
"Rukia? Rukia! You idiot! What are you doing out here in the middle of the street when its pouring rain? You know, sometimes I think you tryto kill yourself." Ichigo. "Why does it matter to you on what I do? Its my life, I'll do what I want with it! If I want to die from the flu, I can damn..." She was cut off as she started coughing violently.
And then, one second, she was on the sidewalk, the next she was in Ichigo's car, breathing heavily while glaring at him. "You better hope you didn't get pneumonia like Toshirou. Because if you die, I'll never forgive you." Ichigo laughed humorlessly.
Rukia stayed silent.
"Is she okay, Ich?" Senna asked, worry dripping from her voice. "You want me to go check on her? Call 911? What should we do? What was she doing out in the rain anyway? And with no umbrella? Or jacket?" Senna, no matter what the problem, could never quite figure out how to deal with situations like this.
"She's fine, Senna. No need to get so worried." Ichigo reassured his energetic cousin. This brought back many memories from his childhood. He remembered the time he got the flu when Senna's family was visiting. Poor Senna was overcome with grief, getting this crazy idea Ichigo would die from the flu.
"Anyway, I'll see you tonight, kay Ich?" Ichigo looked at her incredulously. "Why? Where are you going?" Senna smiled. "Its my first night back. I want to go out. See Rose and Oyasumi again. Its been so long! Please, just for one night." She pleaded. "Okay, go." Ichigo finally said after a while. "Thanks cuz, you're the best!" She winked at him and bolted out, but not before shouting,
"I don't wanna be here when you're little girlfriend wakes up anyway!"
Ichigo blushed. "SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"Thanks, 'Sumi." Senna thanked her friend for what would be her fourth shot that night. The purplette looked to her left and smirked. "Still playing messenger, neh, Rose?" Senna looked at her friend. "Who's the reciever now?" Rose smiled. "You." She handed her the wine glass. "I see. So who's the bastard?" Oyasumi snickered. "Him." She pointed at the same man who tried to give Rukia a drink just two nights before.
"Cute." Senna decided, smirking. "Really cute."
She stood up, and due to the alcohol in her system, stumbled over to the man named Grimmjow.
"Hi, my name's Senna."
Rukia groaned, covering her eyes as a light blinded her. "Am I dead?" She whispered tiredly.
"No, just really, really sick." A voice responded.
Rukia sat up, ignoring her headache. "Ichigo?" said orange-head nodded, smirking. "You were out for a while almost five hours." Rukia's eyes widened. "Really? All from being out in the rain for only twenty minutes?" Ichigo nodded. "Yep. You'd be surprised with what a flu can do to a person."
Rukia clicked her tongue in boredom. "So, what's your diagnoses, doc? Can I get up yet or not?" Ichigo smirked. Just as impatient as always. "Not unless you need to go to the bathroom. If you're hungry or thirsty, tell me."
Rukia pouted. "Fine, killjoy." Ichigo shook his head. "Its not like you can leave, anyways." Rukia was up at that. "What do you mean 'I can't leave'?" Ichigo looked at her, an evil glint in his honey-glazed eyes. "The roads are flooded from that storm. No one can get out." Rukia's jaw dropped. "You're kidding me! So I have to stay here?" Ichigo's smile widened. "Afraid so."
And as he thought of what he said, a thought passed Ichigo's mind.
"Where's Senna?"
A/N: Chapter eight is done.
Where's Senna? Why's Grimmjow a regular at Kaze? Are you guys happy that Rukia and Ichigo are stuck together alone in a house? Why the HELL am I asking you guys these pointless yet meaningful questions?
Anyway, I'll see you people next chapter.
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-TMU
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