Ice skating Shinigami

Author: Icedragongurl

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach so get over it! And if I did… you can bet that GinRan wouldn't be so tragic…. *cries*

Chapter: 1/7

Summary: Rukia signs herself and Ichigo up for a partner ice skating contest what will the end of this adventure look like… success or disaster?

Author Note: Enjoy Kaibasgirl! This is for you my dear, an updated version of Ice Skating Shinigami. Thought you might enjoy this. So here you go… Enjoy!

Author Note 2: This is an updated version of the older (WAY older) original version of the first chapter, hopefully this one is MUCH MUCH better! I actually rewrote the entire thing.

It was just another ordinary day in Karakura town, which were actually quite rare as of late for the shinigami that occupied it. Even so, no hollows were around, the birds were singing a beautiful tune, and Rukia Kuchiki was looking forward to lazing about. She debated between reading a book, drawing, or watching some television. While the girl was making up her mind, she wandered into the kitchen. Her eyes were nearly blinded by how brightly the room shone; Yuzu had obviously gone to town while cleaning up after breakfast.

Grabbing a mug that had a Chappy icon on it, she filled it with some of the 'coffee' that Karin had introduced her to. The drink was at first far too bitter for her taste, but once some milk and sugar was added… it wasn't all that bad. She had discovered that she enjoyed some of the frivolities that existed in the mortal realm. After making her coffee the way she liked, Rukia went to go see what the two younger Kurosaki's were up to.

"Hey, what're you guys watching?" Yuzu and Karin looked up at her and smiled in response. The black haired Kurosaki gestured for her to sit and join them, which of course Rukia didn't need to be offered twice. The blonde girl answered her question with a wide smile,

"Professional ice skating, it's a lot of fun to watch!" The Kuchiki sat beside her and directed her attention to the moving image box. From what she'd seen so far, it seemed like an interesting sport indeed.

"What is it that they're gliding about on? Is it ice?" she asked in innocent curiosity. Yuzu giggled softly,

"Of course it is silly. Hence why it's called ice skating." Karin smirked,

"What a novel concept. That ice skating is done on ice." She said with no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her voice. Yuzu frowned at her sister in disapproval; the black haired girl simply rolled her eyes. Rukia was too intrigued by what she was watching to pay attention to what was going on around her. Enraptured by the figures that seemed to be dancing on air, it was such a fascinating concept.

"I think my favorite part is the partner skating contest." Yuzu said to her sister. Karin shrugged from her spot on the floor.

"Whatever. I prefer ice hockey, but my team can't use our old rink cause they're using it for the stupid ice skating lessons. Since there's gonna be a teen partner contest in six months." As the words left Karin, a light bulb seemed to go off in Rukia's head. She turned to the black haired girl with an evil grin on her face that screamed mischief of divine proportions.

"Where is this…rink… of yours?"

The Following Day

"Oh Ichigo!" came the melodious call of his name, the carrot haired boy cringed. He knew full well what that tone meant, and the split second that the girl entered his bedroom, Ichigo immediately answered with a curt,

"No." he didn't even bother to look up from his homework. Whenever she or…hell even his dad, broke out that sing-song tune it meant that they were up to no good. Usually she'd start to bitch and complain about how unfair he was being, instead she was just standing there staring at him silently. It made a bit of worry overwhelm him,

"Too late for that." Those four simple words felt like a death sentence, oh so slowly he turned his head to face her. What exactly did she mean by… it was too late? A chill went down his spine…

"What did you do?" he asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not he wanted the answer. Maybe if he just ignored her, then she would leave well enough alone. The grin she gave him in response made him tense up in reflex. Without saying a single solitary damn word, Rukia slapped a single piece of shiny high-quality paper down onto his desk.

Ichigo glanced at… only glanced, and instantly realized that he should have just ignored her. It was too late, just as she had said. He felt a wave nausea kick in almost instantaneously, as he actually took in exactly what it was that he was staring at in open horror.

"NO WAY IN HELL!" He managed to gather up enough willpower to smother his desire to gag, so that he could bellow in outrage instead. The flyer was for a teen partner ice skating contest. He'd sooner sneak into Komamura's room at night and tried to shave him while he was asleep, then compete in that fucking contest! Death would be a kind reprieve from being forced to prance around in… oh good god…. What the hell was that guy wearing? Spandex? Ichigo would sooner commit seppuku then wear a giant piece of sparkly latex! He had his masculine pride to keep in check.

"I am not signing up for some dumbass ice skating contest. So don't even bother." An even wider grin took its place on Rukia's face. Oh god no… please no… tell him Aizen was tap dancing naked in front of his house. Tell him that Matsumoto was teaching his little sisters what sex was… anything… anything other then-

"I knew you'd say that, which is why I took the liberty of signing us both up ahead of time." His eyebrow twitched uncontrollably, as he fought the urge to strangle the shinigami girl. Ichigo kept thinking of Senbozakura using him to make certain that every single one of those tiny little blades were nice and sharp. Turning back to face his homework, he responded in a completely monotone voice.

"I guess you'll have to find another partner then. I'm sure Ishida wouldn't mind. Hell, he'd probably make the outfits for you." She glared daggers at him,

"It's under YOUR name!" Rukia protested vehemently.

"I don't have to do this!" He barked out in irritation, they were caught in a vicious stalemate. So there was only one thing she could do now…

"Do it for me… PLEASE!" She gave him her cute innocent shiny chibi eyes, the ones she used only when it was completely to her own advantage. His eyebrow continued to twitched, but the spasm had managed to start including his entire eyelid in the convulsion. She scowled when she realized that Ichigo had determinedly put his brakes on, and that he wouldn't concede unless she startd fighting dirty,

"Fine, then I'll just tell everyone at school you read shojo manga." His eyes widened and the twitching ceased as he stared at her in complete terror.

"You wouldn't…" His voice was tiny, nearly a squeak. A smug smirk slipped upon her lips, violet eyes flared with triumph. Rukia Kuchiki was the winner of this round, now she only needed to K.O. her victim.

"You're right… I'm thinking too small. I'll also tell Renji, Ikkaku, Zaraki-Taicho, Nii-sama, and oh who else… I would certainly tell Urahara… OH! Yoruichi-san would probably enjoy knowing that little tidbit of dirty gossip…" Ichigo grimaced and threw his hands up in dismay, he knew when he was beaten.

"FINE! I'll go to the damn contest with you!" a victorious smile settled on her facial features. Rukia plopped herself gleefully upon his bed, as Ichigo continued to give her dirty looks.

"Glad you saw it my way Ichigo." Her tone of voice was like that of a mother dealing with a petulant child. He flipped her off and she stuck her tongue out at him. Rukia then handed him a schedule.

"…What the hell is this…" he asked, confusion written clearly on his face. She arched a single elegant black brow in an expression of exasperation.

"It's your planner for this month. So get ready. We're going to be having private teachers." That was when the concept of money occurred to the living boy. His eyes narrowed in suspicion,

"How do you figure on paying for all of this Rukia?" she smiled at him sweetly but her eyes told him 'wouldn't you like to know'. Instead of giving him an actual verbal response, she only gave a secretive smirk before handing him a brand spanking new pair of ice skates.

"I took the liberty of getting you a pair as a belated birthday gift. So don't complain about how I never buy you anything!" The Kurosaki smirked at her

"I thought it was the guys' job to tell the girl that." She flustered and briefly lost her sharp edge. It was actually kind of cute the blush and the gaping mouth. Ichigo chuckled at the sight, Never thought he'd ever succeed at leaving Rukia Kuchiki speechless. Hell he hadn't even thought it was humanly possible. It was nice to know that he was wrong about that; apparently it WAS possible to stun her silent.

Interestingly enough, the skates were the right size, also a nice black coloring. He took note of that as Rukia slowly managed to gather her wits about her. They were a decent pair of ice skates, he'd never really owned any before. Truth was…he'd only skated once, when he was about five with his mom… he'd ended up on his butt one too many times. Never went back on the ice, without being forced against his will too. Ichigo wasn't exactly the most graceful individual on frozen water.

Rukia swatted him upside the head, and he turned to snap at her, but the expression on her face made his stop. Her pale cheeks were still a soft shade of pink, as she spoke quietly.

"Thanks Ichigo. I really appreciate you doing this for me." There was a long moment of silence as he could only stare at her. Rukia kept on surprising him at each turn. She was always showing him new facets to her personality, just when he had thought that he'd figured everything out about her. Not wanting to destroy the friendly moment between them, he just gave her a small smile and a nod. A silent 'You're welcome.'

Rukia gave him a brilliant genuine smile before all but skipping out of his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. Once he was certain that she was out of listening distance, Ichigo leaned back in his chair and stared at the black skates on his lap in dismay. Running a single hand through his hair before letting out a long sigh of irritation,

"Nice job getting yourself into this one Ichigo. Way to show her who's boss here." He closed his math book. No way he was going to succeed in getting homework done now.

"Women. Never make any damn sense." He huffed before placing the skates gently on top of his desk and collapsing upon his bed to take a short nap.

TBC

I hope you call enjoyed this. I finally got around to rewriting this. I've been meaning to for quite a while. Never really thought it was all that popular, which was the key reason behind me not updating it at all. I had one friend who was a big fan of it, she kept pestering me to update it. Still kvetches about me writing the next chapter. By the way to kvetch is to complain/whine. It's Yiddish. Yiddish in a Bleach fic… Oy Vey… Okay it's like 11 at night… I think it's time I saved this and hit the hay. If you truly enjoy this, PLEASE PLEASE let me know, or else I won't bother fixing the next older versions of the chapters. If I don't fix those, then I won't write a new chapter.

I'm not trying to give you all a selfish reason to review. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I have two other big fics that people want updates on. So if this is to be worked on as well. I need to know how important it is to all you fans. Let me know. Please. Thank you tons.