Set early in the series - before the Soul Society Arc
I don't own any of the Bleach characters
S-Class
"It stinks." She crinkled her nose and thrust it away in distaste.
"It has to stay on. Can't you ask Orihime about this kind of stuff?"
She gave me a 'look.' Damn. Must mean she's got a good retort.
"Don't you think she'd be a little confused why I don't know how to use it?"
"You mean aside from how strange I think it is that someone your age doesn't know –" Oof. Ow. She's deadly accurate with pillows. Oh right; soul reaper. There was another tentative sniff and she apparently gave up, pushing the small bottle in my direction.
"Dammit, Rukia, I wasted 700 yen on this crap."
At that point I could literally see the evil ideas swirling in her brain.
She grinned.
A little too sweetly.
And shook her head, continuing to hold out the bottle.
"Oh, hell no." I backed up quickly, my legs hitting the edge of the bed.
She folded her arms, "I can't help that I've never done this before." With a shrug she made to drop it in the wastebasket.
Argh. I gave an exaggerated sigh. Hopefully she gets the hint that I'm not amused. Those violet eyes bored into me and I realized she didn't care whether I was willing or not.
"Fine! I'll do one to give you the idea, but that's it!"
She plopped herself down on the bed happily, feet swinging above the floor. I cast a dark scowl in her direction as I struggled to open the stupid tiny lid.
- - - - -
She went to bed with all ten toes painted "midnight black." I warned her it would make her look like a weirdo but she wouldn't hear it. Rukia's toes: 10. My manliness: -9000
Of course, she doesn't need to know I could see most of the way up her skirt the whole time I was doing it. Maybe she'll ask again at some point. I'll be sure to put up a good front before giving in.
Even though the lights were out I could tell she wasn't asleep since every now and then she'd raise her foot to admire her toes in the moonlight.
I rolled over to face the closet, "Tell anyone and you're dead meat."
"…"
"Oi, midget, you listening?"
"…"
And she's laughing at me. Well, it's official; a 90 pound dead girl owns my soul.
Funny, you'd think I'd mind more.
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A/N - Sorry for the excess of fluff - I do love torturing Ichigo ♥