• Food Fight

    A RukiaxIchigo fluff one-shot

    A/N: I was eating spaghetti a couple nights ago and thought,” Hm, I wonder if Rukia would be good at cooking?” and thus this one-shot was born. I’ll hope you’ll like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (just in case you’re wondering what song helped me it’s this- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vezPJSUmBas I thought it was cute) I hope it isn’t too out of character because this pairing can be either really funny or serious.

    Enjoy!

    .:**:.

    “Dammit, Rukia! What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Ichigo stared in disbelief as the white, clean kitchen he had left just an hour ago suddenly became spotted red with sauce everywhere.

    Rukia stood by in her food splattered Chappi apron with her hair in disarray, her innocent, wide eyes silently saying ‘I’m sorry’. Ichigo just slapped his forehead in an attempt to distract himself from the event in front of him, “Look, just go.”

    “I’ll clean up, Ichigo,” she suddenly became serious, “Let me get the-“

    “Rukia, I’ve got! Just go already!”

    “But-!”

    “Now!”

    “I’m only trying to help you out, Ichigo!” Rukia could feel her blood boiling now. Was he that stupid?!

    “Yeah, well, I can see how much that worked!”

    “I wanted to cook for you! It looked fun and I wanted to try it! It’s what you humans do, right?” Rukia began to tie her hair up and reached for the mop, but Ichigo stopped her.

    Ichigo had finally reached his breaking point,” What do you know? You’re just a stupid Soul Reaper who keeps causing me problems at school because you can’t act like a friggin’ normal person!”

    Rukia opened her mouth in shock and wanted to respond, but she glared at him instead, her feelings hurt big time. She roughly removed her apron and threw it to the ground,” You’re right! Since I’m not human that just makes me incapable to do anything!”

    Rukia walked past him and bumped his arm roughly in order to cause him pain, but it didn’t do anything so she felt embarrassed. He glared down at her and she glared back with a red face only to look down, kicking him hard in the shin.

    “Ow! What the hell was that for?!” Ichigo glared at her in annoyance.

    “Hmph!” Rukia stomped away and went up the stairs, slamming the door to his room with unnecessary force. A second later he heard another slam and knew she was in his closet now.

    “Dammit,” Ichigo let out an annoyed sigh and began to clean, thankful that his family wasn’t home.

    He finished the cleaning in record time and decided he would go take a shower. He still had homework to do and didn’t know if any Hollows would show up tonight. He hoped so because right he was not in a good mood so that would give him the excuse to beat something up.

    As he began to leave the kitchen he noticed a magazine on the counter and picked it up, examining its content. “What the hell is this crap?” It was clearly a magazine on love and how to win the guy of your dreams. He was about to through it down in annoyance when a sentence caught his attention.

    ‘To win a man’s heart you must win it through his stomach.’

    At first Ichigo was disgusted and wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t do it. He realized that for the first time that Rukia maybe...had feelings towards him. If that was the case he had just rejected her in the worst way.

    He sighed and looked at the stove, “How annoying.”
    ********
    Rukia came down the stairs, freshly showered, and headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat. She was still pissed off at the fact that Ichigo just told her that she couldn’t cook. Well then, she’ll just have to practice and prove him wrong won’t she? This time she would make sure it was Renji who would taste her food. At least he wouldn’t yell at her.

    When she turned the corner she saw Ichigo at the table with two bowls of ramen. Rukia glared at him,” What’s this, Ichigo?” She had tried to cook ramen before with sauce and it just blew up in her face and yet he made his without a problem.

    “Would you just shut up and eat already?!” Ichigo glared at her and she raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you amking fun of me, Ichigo?”

    Rukia crossed the room and sat down with her arms crossed, matching his glare,” Well, are you?”

    “No,” he replied stone-faced. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat, but he wanted to say one thing before that.

    “Sorry.”

    Rukia was shocked at first and glared, but then she couldn’t help, but smile-it was close enough. However, she decided to make a few adjustments,” Ok.”
    Ichigo didn’t look up as he began to eat and she smirked, grabbing a hand full of ramen which she happily threw at his face.

    “What the hell?!” He gave a death glare that would scare even a Hollow.

    Rukia just laughed,” I just said ‘ok’, Ichigo. I never said I would accept your apology without meeting my conditions. Now that my conditions have been met I’ll accept your ‘sorry’,” she crossed her arms and laughed as if she were on top of the world,” Baka!”

    Ichigo didn’t say anything and grabbed a hand full of ramen himself and threw at her face. He laughed at her shocked expression, “Now we’re even, Rukia. That was payback for sorry cooking skills.”

    Rukia could feel a vein popping and now she picked up her ramen and threw it at him. They keep throwing it back and forth which just proved how mature (A/N:and how perfect they were made for each other *coughs* eat that, Prince-a**! *coughs*) they were.

    The ramen made the floor slick and deadly now. Rukia fell back and hit the floor while Ichigo had tried to grab her hand to keep her from hitting the floor, but instead found himself on top of her.

    For a split second they gazed into each other’s eyes and they both blushed which caused Rukia to break the spell out of embrassment, “Get off me, Ichigo!”

    She pushed him off and he stood up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck, and his blush was still somewhat visible. He gave his hand to her in a silent manner and she accepted it, he pulled her up carefully. He looked her straight in the eye, all embarrassment gone, which made Rukia feel nervous. And then-

    He kissed her lips.

    It was quick, but she could tell it taken all the courage he had to do it. His blush was back and he turned away, mumbling to himself, “Dammit, now I have to clean the kitchen again!”

    Rukia touched her lips and smiled, her happiness at max.

    Suddenly the front door burst opened and in came his dad, “WE’RE HOME, SON!”

    “I’M NOT DEAF, OLD MAN!” Ichigo yelled.

    “Well, that’s good-“ His dad was about to jump his son when he noticed the mess,” Whoa, what happened here?”

    For second no one spoke and Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other. They both faced his dad and replied seriously, “Food fight.”

    However, their blushes came back and his dad caught that. He went to his son and grabbed him in a headlock, asking cheerfully, “What KIND of fight did you two have, my boy? Come on, now, you can tell your dadd-“

    “YOU’RE PISSING ME OFF, OLD MAN! Just get lost!” Ichigo threw his dad down to the ground, but he came back up and hugged Ichigo, “That’s my son for you! A lady killer just like your old man!”

    “Knock it off! I’ll kick your a**!”

    “Oh, that’s harsh Ichigo! How can you say that?!”

    As the two continued to fight, Rukia began cleaning up. She smiled and laughed to herself at what had just happened. Boy, was that magazine wrong about winning a man’s heart through his stomach.

    Just start a food fight instead.

    .:**:.

    A/N: I hope you liked it!