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09 september [bleach] days of infamy
Title: days of infamy
Day/Theme: 09 sept // represented by the phallic mother
Series: bleach
Character/Pairing: rukia+(an utterly emasculated) ichigo
Rating: pg-13
Notes: "rukia as christian slater? hot." aka The Bleach-as-80's-cult-film-Heathers-AU!
Day/Theme: 09 sept // represented by the phallic mother
Series: bleach
Character/Pairing: rukia+(an utterly emasculated) ichigo
Rating: pg-13
Notes: "rukia as christian slater? hot." aka The Bleach-as-80's-cult-film-Heathers-AU!
"Kill them?" Ichigo is aghast at the very idea. "Fuck, that's not funny, Rukia!"
"Well, why not?" Her eyes flash at the first sign of opposition Ichigo's shown all night, and she challengingly leans forward in an intimidating way (all five feet of her). Ichigo weakens for just a moment, that burning light Rukia took such a keen interest in diminishing for just a moment, then strengthens his resolve by an inch.
"Look, just because--" and he shakes his head. Don't think like her. It's infectious-- and, oh right, it's not right. Just because she's hot, and kind of dangerous in a 'fuck 'em all' kind of way that he finds incredibly appealing, if only because he's never seen it in anybody else, and is this a normal couple-y past time, killing the most popular boy in school and planning to move on to the rest of the clique?
"Ichigo," she says, and her small, pretty hands are only half-surrounding his arms and leaving painful red marks where her fingernails are. She leans forward, eyes heavy-lidded and drowsily drinking in his embarrassment and awkward shyness and since when did she get that close in two seconds--
"Hnnf," he says, remembering to breath at last. What was it his dad said again if in a situation like this, be strong, Ichigo, be strong and take charge and be a man and always have a condom with you, be careful to make sure it's not expired-- wait.
"High school's so funny, don't you think?" She whispers in his ear, pressing herself and all of herself into him. "D'you remember the look on Byakuya's face when he smashed through that glass table? He looked sort of beautiful. I think you get, like, insanely gorgeous and heaven-like in the last two seconds of your life, and suddenly everything is alright for that moment, and you feel such--" her leg wraps around his torso, skirt riding up, and she manages to juggle that and crushing his wrists and shrugging the private school uniform jacket off of his back. Instead of finishing, she sighs softly and dreamily, busying herself with the buttons of his shirt with remarkable dexterity of only one hand, nimble fingers plucking the things apart like grapes on a vine.
"It'll just be a riot. A laughing riot. Like a really, really good joke. A fake suicide." She pulls back the stiff collar and bites down on the side of his neck, like some freakish vampire or leech. A really, really hot leech.
"Well, all right," he says agreeably (dumbly, dazedly).
She smiles, throws back her head to get the long bangs out of her eyes, and then kisses him so passionately, he just wants to take her away into the sunset and then maybe a nearby motel.
"Next up is that bald-headed kid," Rukia says upon breaking their kiss, much quicker than Ichigo had expected. "Then that little red-headed bitch. Then you." She smiles mirthfully and kisses him again, pulling him down by his tie to the backseat of the Ford.
*
"Well, why not?" Her eyes flash at the first sign of opposition Ichigo's shown all night, and she challengingly leans forward in an intimidating way (all five feet of her). Ichigo weakens for just a moment, that burning light Rukia took such a keen interest in diminishing for just a moment, then strengthens his resolve by an inch.
"Look, just because--" and he shakes his head. Don't think like her. It's infectious-- and, oh right, it's not right. Just because she's hot, and kind of dangerous in a 'fuck 'em all' kind of way that he finds incredibly appealing, if only because he's never seen it in anybody else, and is this a normal couple-y past time, killing the most popular boy in school and planning to move on to the rest of the clique?
"Ichigo," she says, and her small, pretty hands are only half-surrounding his arms and leaving painful red marks where her fingernails are. She leans forward, eyes heavy-lidded and drowsily drinking in his embarrassment and awkward shyness and since when did she get that close in two seconds--
"Hnnf," he says, remembering to breath at last. What was it his dad said again if in a situation like this, be strong, Ichigo, be strong and take charge and be a man and always have a condom with you, be careful to make sure it's not expired-- wait.
"High school's so funny, don't you think?" She whispers in his ear, pressing herself and all of herself into him. "D'you remember the look on Byakuya's face when he smashed through that glass table? He looked sort of beautiful. I think you get, like, insanely gorgeous and heaven-like in the last two seconds of your life, and suddenly everything is alright for that moment, and you feel such--" her leg wraps around his torso, skirt riding up, and she manages to juggle that and crushing his wrists and shrugging the private school uniform jacket off of his back. Instead of finishing, she sighs softly and dreamily, busying herself with the buttons of his shirt with remarkable dexterity of only one hand, nimble fingers plucking the things apart like grapes on a vine.
"It'll just be a riot. A laughing riot. Like a really, really good joke. A fake suicide." She pulls back the stiff collar and bites down on the side of his neck, like some freakish vampire or leech. A really, really hot leech.
"Well, all right," he says agreeably (dumbly, dazedly).
She smiles, throws back her head to get the long bangs out of her eyes, and then kisses him so passionately, he just wants to take her away into the sunset and then maybe a nearby motel.
"Next up is that bald-headed kid," Rukia says upon breaking their kiss, much quicker than Ichigo had expected. "Then that little red-headed bitch. Then you." She smiles mirthfully and kisses him again, pulling him down by his tie to the backseat of the Ford.
*