Good Girls go Bad

Chapter 5

It had been two hours since the plane departed and it had become very quiet. Right after the plane had taken off, the noise had been quite unbearable. Gossip and excitement floated through the air, but it soon died down. Things got boring really fast and it was no different for the pair in front. They hadn't muttered a word to each other since the take-off. Rukia hadn't even spared Ichigo a glance. She has done nothing but stare out the little square window beside her. The reason she had called the window was to look out of it, but in the moment she forgot that she was on a plane, not a bus. The only thing to would see was the floating white cotton balls. At first it as amusing and a bit relaxing but after a while she grew sick of it. She would endure it, however, seeing as she refused to talk to the male beside her. He lied to her, put her through hell, and after what happened before the departure she wasn't sure what she thought of him. This would leave her staring at the clouds for the rest of the 13 hour ride. Oh joy

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat for the 20th time since the plane's departure. Ever since the plane took off, Rukia has done nothing but stare out the damn window and he has yet to understand what was so fascinating about it.

He knows she's kind of ticked off at him but he technically didn't lie. And with her not talking to him, he can't clear things up. It's true that he left the house before his sister's, but he didn't leave the area until he saw they were taken care of. He also picked something up from the local convenience store. But still, he didn't lie!

He had a headache. Listening to most of the previous conversations hadn't been a smart idea. Most of the students were only excited about one thing –and it wasn't the new culture experience either- Co-ed rooming. And in the mind of the common high school student, one thing came to mind: sex. Poor, poor, Ukitake. He actually trusted this bunch of idiots.

With a massive headache and boredom in hand, Ichigo is in a pretty foul mood and for once is grateful that Rukia isn't bitching at him. Torn between playing with his phone and reading ,he grunted too lazy to retrieve them from his bag.

'Fuck it, I'll just sleep then.'

When you're staring at the clouds it's hard to tell when you fall asleep, but judging from the numbness of her limbs, she knows it had to be a while ago. Her arms may ne numb but she's resting on something soft and …warm? Come to think of it, she felt as if a warm blanket was engulfing her. It was just too good to let go so she just embraced the feeling.

When Ichigo opened his eyes, it was dead quiet-no lie-. After his eyes adjusted, he noticed that the lighting was darker. He glanced at Mr. Ukitake and found him silently napping. Putting two and two together, he came to the conclusion that everyone was probably asleep. He was going to stretch his joints when he felt something resting against the crook of his neck. He looked over and saw Rukia using him as her personal pillow and inwardly scolded himself for not noticing it sooner.

Her face held a calm and peaceful expression, eyelids hiding amethyst pearls underneath. Lithe hands rested lightly on his chest. He took in on how smooth her porcelain skin appeared. Sure enough, his hand-which was surprisingly resting on her waist, mind you- moved upward and, as if on its own, brushed against her exposed arm revealing her skin to be as soft and inviting as it appeared.

It seems as if his whole inner being is at war. As much as he hates to admit it, he likes having her against him this way. Having her body molded with his own and add in her flushed expression and he's good to go.

'Great now I sound like a creeper. Why do I feel so content when the other chicks like 'whatshername' creep me out?'

He was allow good minute to ponder that when he heard a groan. He instantly froze as he felt Rukia start to moan this time as she nuzzled herself into his chest. His left hand-now on waist again- tighten and his breathing grew faster. Curious to what her reaction might be, he steadied his breathing and allowed his eyes to shut pretending to be in his own slumber.

Rukia groaned in distaste. She was never a fan of waking up, especially if it required her to leave something so warm and welcoming. She moaned snuggling her newly acclaimed 'pillow'. She knew she had to get up, but she was so lazy. With a reluctant sigh she let her eyes flutter open.

….

Blink.

….

Blink

…..

If she wouldn't have gone through the 'Kuchiki Emotion Training' she's sure she would have squeaked. She did, however, hop faster than Chappy the rabbit. All this time she was sleeping on Ichigo? The source of her heat and warmness had come from him?

She rested her head on her seat and sighed.

'What's wrong with me? Why are my guards down when I'm around him? Why do I want to go back into his arms?'

The fact that she couldn't answer the last question bothered the shit out of her. A blush adorned her face as she though back to where his hand was or how close he had been when the plane took off. Then she scowled thinking about how he lied to her. Rukia wasn't all that mad for being late. What got on her nerves was that he lied! What was he hiding?

She huffed as she turned to eye him but her eyes quickly softened and she inwardly laughed. "Only when unconscious is he standable." She mumbled as she brushed a little strand of astray hair out of the way. Again the tint returned to her cheeks and she distracted herself with retrieving her phone.

Feeling her touch almost gave him away right there. He started to stir and threw in a groan while he rubbed his eyes in fake irritation. Then he proceeded to stretch and yawn making it look believable before turning to Rukia who turned away quickly being caught staring.

"Hey midget"

"Hn"

He tried to hide his smirk and she fumed unable to come up with something better.

"What time is it?"

She checked her phone, which was now on and in her hand, that hand that touched his face…

"2:15"

"Wait….wha"

Rukia sighed at his confused expression.

"The travel time from Japan to Italy is roughly 10 – 12 hours. Crossing the time zones it changes. The time difference between Japan and Italy is seven hours. So even though we arrive at 9 PM in Japan, due to the time difference, it would be 4 here. Understand?"

"Sure…, so that means we'll land soon right?" He asked still a little lost.

"Yes, Ichigo, we'll be there in about another two hours.

…..

An uncomfortable silence settled in between them and with the plane sleeping, it was eerie more than anything. It didn't bother Rukia that much, she was used to it living with Byakuya and all. But Ichigo couldn't take it.

"It's pretty scary when everyone's quiet." He kicked himself in the head. 'I'm so pathetic'

"yea." She mumbled unsure of what to say. 'I've faced Kuchiki assholes but I can't say anything but 'yea'? What the fuck, Rukia get yourself together!'

Another moment of silence fell and this time Rukia felt it.

'Shit'

She was about to say something but Ichigo beat her to the punch.

"Rukia…I'm sorry."

His apology took her by surprise. Her head swung over to him and got caught in him. He was gazing down at his hands, his bright hair obscuring his face preventing her from seeing face but not enough to hide the tint on his cheeks.

Ichigo looked at her, waiting for her to say something…anything.

"Ruki-" he was cut off by her soft hands on his face, one cupping his burning cheek while the other made its way on his forehead.

"Hm… you don't feel that hot" She said after a few minutes as her delicate digits roaming over his face making him unconsciously heat up even more.

"Dammit woman, I'm trying to apologize here." He growled , quite flustered as well as he grabbed her wrists stopping her previous actions as well as surprising her.

"Ichigo?" Their eyes connected and his grip loosened, after a couple of seconds he go.

"Ah…forget about it." He grumbled turning away from her still form. Rukia blinked once…twice more, and looked at him again.

"What" She began in a whisper "the hell!" but ended loudly.

"I said forget it" Ichigo retorted

"Damn strawberry mother fucking bastard son of a…" she continued hissing her rant as she turned and looked at the window again leaving a smirking Ichigo on the other side.

'She's back'

"Hey midget, what time is it now?"

"Look it up yourself, asshole" she snipped refusing to turn to face him. She didn't think her cheeks could take this much heat.

"Fine then." He scoffed swiping her phone. At this she immediately fought to get it back, all the while letting out a stream of hushed profanities. Somewhere in their battle the phone slipped in between the two bodies and it was then when they realized just how much their seating changed.

It was just like before, but this time she as on him, sitting on his lap, straddling his lower body while her upper body was once again presses against his. His hand had ahold of her wrist-from the fighting- and he was frozen as well as she. This time they made eye contact and each shivered. Breathing was labored and it seemed it was hard to concentrate. He stared at her lips that seemed to be getting oh so close and she was still taking it in. He let go of her captive wrist and she immediately notice his pink complexion.

Her hands were on his head again, like before.

"No, you still don't have a …fever." She mumbled weakly.

He allowed his hands to copy her actions and swallowed .

"You don't either"

Her skin was much softer than he thought. Both were leaning in dangerously unaware of how close they were. He could practically taste her minty breathe. She could feel his hot breathe. So close…

"Ichi…go…"

The treacherous phone slipped and hit the ground with a thud that made the two scurry like little bunnies once again. Rukia picked up her phone, not even bothering to look at the time or see the

It was quiet again but it didn't last for long. One by one, the others started to wake up and soon everyone on the plane was awake, and just in time too.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, as you can see we will be landing shortly so we please ask you be in your seats and fastened in for your safety. We hoped you enjoyed the flight and thank you for choosing Seireitei Airlines. Look out the window and welome to your destination: Rome, Italy

No amounts of apologies could make up how sorry I really am. I feel like an asshole for not updating in like half a year. I really hope to make it up to you soon.

I promise to get my act together and work my ass off for you :)

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~shira- Hatsuyuki