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Soy Latte...chpt 18

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Chapter 18: Am Not!

Ichigo looked impatiently at the wooden double doors for the umpteenth time that evening. "Ichigo," Uryu scolded, he was getting increasingly annoyed with his friend. Rukia was just an infatuation that needed to be let go of, at least that was what Uryu thought, mention anything like that to Ichigo and you'd have a riot on your hands. "Would you relax please?" he begged his friend, begged him for compliance as well as sanity. "The more you look at the door the less likely she'll walk threw them."

"Uryu, she should be here by now," Ichigo said, panic slightly taking hold of his voice as if he couldn't function without Rukia there. The sound made it seem that something violently terrible had happened to the small, raven-haired woman. Only another result of what Uryu could only categorize as a sick obsession.

It was a sick obsession that bordered on the lines of imminent psychiatric care. When Rukia wasn't there and Ichigo immediately jumped to the worse of conclusions so he could jump out of the wood work around her to be the quote unquote knight in shining armor, something was seriously wrong. Uryu didn't like to think these sorts of things, especially about his friends, but this was all that would come when he thought about Ichigo and Rukia.

Uryu rolled his eyes, "The party started at six, and its six fifteen, Ichigo. I wouldn't call that very late," he scoffed, looking around the ballroom that was only moderately littered with the people who rsvp-ed, most of which had not yet arrived including the "endangered" Rukia.

Ichigo pushed up the sleeve on the tux he rented a few days ago with Uryu and Toshiro in toe, when putting on said suit Ichigo was reminded of his eternal humiliation courtesy of Uryu. "Sixteen." Ichigo corrected curtly turning his beat red face back to the double doors of the ballroom.

"Excuse me?" Uryu's eyebrow rose with some disbelief.

"It's six sixteen," Ichigo repeated as if he was commenting on the weather.

This was the final straw, the metaphorical grain that broke the camel's back. Ichigo had lost it, absolutely lost every single ounce of sanity that Uryu doubted he ever began with at that moment. Sick obsession was lacking in the description of Ichigo particular case. This simple correction had picked the lock on Uryu's lips, releasing the proverbial flood gates. He could no longer be held accountable for his actions. Uryu couldn't stand idly by anymore, he had to fix his friend.

"You're Rukia's Orihime," he stated with distaste, looking down his nose at Ichigo as said man tensed. Nowadays Ichigo was the kind of man who wouldn't understand thing until you were mean about, and Uryu had to be mean about it.

Ichigo looked around the small area, noting that the wall of people surrounding them held no Orihime in it. He quickly thanked the gods for the lack of her and wished for her location of him was prolonged further. Then Ichigo turned to his friend, semi-calmly yet with a sharp chastising look in his eye. Ichigo cleared his throat, "Excuse me," he said with a skeptical laugh on his breath.

"Leave her alone, Ichigo," Uryu stated slowly. "Rukia doesn't want to have a relationship with you right now and I know you're not the type of man that would settle for a one night stand," At least with her, Uryu thought with a slight sigh. Ichigo flexed his hand into a tight fist as his friend continued. "I've never seen you like this about any girl; I haven't seen you like this for anything.

"It's sickening," Uryu finished after he collected himself somewhat, pushing up his glasses that seemed to have slipped during his brief tirade.

That was…completely unexpected from Uryu in Ichigo's mind, though Uryu thought it was long time coming. Things were beginning to spiral and as such certain precautions must be taken. Those precautions, Uryu determined, could no longer be put off.

"How," Ichigo paused, "Dare I ask, am I at all like Inoue?" He demanded.

Uryu gave Ichigo an incredulous look, as if the answer to that question was as plain as the nose on his face. Uryu did not like people who played dumb; he absolutely despised them with every fiber of his being. About to walk briskly away from Ichigo, Uryu was prepared to never look back before he saw the utter confusion is the brown-eyed mans face.

With a heavy sigh Uryu regretted Ichigo ever meeting Rukia, nothing good has come of it and he doubted anything good ever would. Ichigo was loosing himself, to what Uryu didn't know—desire maybe?—but he feared Ichigo wouldn't be able to pull himself together until he had had her. The problem with that was simple, Rukia was not a woman that could just be "had" and Ichigo was not the type of man that would just have her. Ichigo wanted her more fiercely then Uryu had ever seen in any one person for any one thing. It was only a matter of thing until things came crashing down.

"Ichigo, I really…" Uryu started but stopped suddenly at the approach of a certain man. "Mr. Aizen," He smiled, hiding his former worry for his friend.

"Hello, Mr. Ishida, Mr. Kurosaki," Aizen greeted out stretching his hand to the two of them. "A fine evening isn't it?"

Ichigo looked back to the double doors, ignoring his boss's superior almost completely. Uryu sighed, giving Ichigo a disapproving side look. "Yes it is sir," Uryu smiled pushing his glasses up his nose while he shook Aizen's hand.

"Yeah," Ichigo said with a faraway look in his eyes as he turned back to do the same, "Great night," he mumbled, glancing to the doors again.

Aizen's brow wrinkled in confusion, following Ichigo's sight-line to the door and back. "Is someone meant to be coming threw those doors soon, Mr. Kurosaki?" he grinned with an almost knowing look. "No worries, I'm sure your lovely date is simply late."

Ichigo looked back to his superior a semi-surprised look on his face, noticing that he still hadnt release Aizen's hand. Ichigo smiled awkwardly, taking his hand back. He hardly agreed with Aizen's description of Rukia, she was more then just lovely, sure he would think the same when she walked threw those damn doors. Ichigo had half a mind to walk right to them to check if someone had locked them and Rukia was simply trapped on the other side.

"Lovely," Ichigo said breathlessly, "She's more then just lovely sir." He smiled, looking back to the door as it creaked open.

At the sight of the woman who entered Ichigo's face blanched. She was wearing a sparkling orange dress that hugged firmly to her body like a second skin, showing every womanly curve to her. Her amply bosom almost bursting forth from the dress as the skin of her leg slipped into view as she began to walk from the door, waving in Ichigo's direction.

Ichigo held back a snarl of distasted at her approach.

"Such a stunning date, Mr. Kurosaki," Aizen grinned foolishly, undressing the woman with his eyes, though it seemed not much would have to be removed. The tightness of the dress showed just about everything that it covered, the lack of a bra and panties being some of it.

"She's not my date," Ichigo sneered as she flipped her long red locks over her shoulder. "I wouldn't ever dare," he growled.

Uryu too averted his eyes; she was beautiful—stunning as Aizen had said. Uryu felt sick to his stomach at his thoughts. He was angry with this woman and there was no way he would let himself be mesmerized by her once more. Once was enough.

"Good evening young lady," Aizen smiled charmingly, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You look ravishing, my dear."

"Thank you, Mr. Aizen," She blushed slightly. Ichigo felt like vomiting, he high pitched sugar laced voice of hers was too much to be around. Besides that, he was finding it hard to keep his eyes to himself, something no doubt she had planned by wearing that dress. She then turned to Ichigo himself—trying not to gag—and batted her long lashes at him. "You look awfully charming, Ichigo."

Ichigo's mouth twisted into a disgusted line, half way between an insincere smile and a grimace. "Thank you," he gritted out threw clenched teeth.

"Your welcome," She spread her red lips into a seductive smile, sticking her chest our slightly as she went. Ichigo fought the violent shake of a mental shiver, the self preservation fight or flight saying screamed that he run.

"You looks," Ichigo began threw gritted teeth once more, he vigorously reminded himself to be polite—his parents did not raise an ass—but the only thing his mind kept coming back to as a description of her was slut, harlot, whore. Orihime waited with baited breath, eye lashes batting with eager anticipation. "…nice." He finished rather lamely considering all the names he was prepared to call her.

"Very nice indeed," Uryu blurted before he could stop himself. He let out a frustrated sigh as he was giving into his desire.

Orihime looked to Uryu with surprise that he was even standing there. She had been so focused on getting to Ichigo's side she didn't even notice him standing close beside her. Orihime only acknowledged Aizen because he had taken her hand as quickly as she arrived at Ichigo's side.

"Thank you too, Uryu." She smiled rather uncomfortably, then looking back to Ichigo practically beaming. "Might I steal him away for a dance?"

Ichigo fought three urges: the first was to cringe and make a horror-struck face, the second was to scream like a horrified woman, and thirdly to strangle her in fear for his life. Ichigo noted with a slight internal smirk all three options involved terror and not dancing with her.

Aizen smiled, looking between Orihime's elated face and Ichigo less then enthusiastic one. "I don't see why you cannot," he answered looking to Uryu for any protest. Uryu was hiding his eyes with a reflection off his glasses, something he often did to avoid things.

"Than it's settled," Orihime screamed in misguided glee, grabbing Ichigo's hand.

Before even thinking Ichigo ripped his hand away from her grasp. He had no intention of dancing with this woman; he could barely stand the sight of her, let alone hold her body to his to dance. Metaphorical vomit was slowing finding its way up his throat at the mere suggestion of it.

Th next few seconds seemed to move in slow motion for Ichigo. After ripping his hand away from hers, he saw as the light began to drain from her grey eyes and the corners of her mouth began to down turn, her brow scrunching up as she began to frown.

Ichigo blinked. He saw an almost amused look take hold of Uryu's face as he tried his hardest not to laugh out front. Ichigo watched the slow motion of Uryu head as he began to look to the ground to hide his smirk and gleeful eyes.

Ichigo blinked again. He next saw Aizen's face turn to amused horror. Ichigo saw the indecision in the other man's brown eyes, confused whether to smirk and laugh as Uryu did or frown in disapproval as Orihime had.

Ichigo blinked once more. This time his head began to turn towards the door as he heard it creak open again. Instead of delivering a headache to Ichigo, he held a heaven sent body. There stood Rukia, her arm linked with Toshiro's—Momo on his other side—as they entered the ballroom.

Ichigo blinked for the last time before time sped up again. She looked absolutely radiant, putting every woman in the room to shame. An ethereal light seemed to envelope her form, making her pale, angelic skin sparkling brilliantly. Rukia's deep blue eye's twinkle with soul sucking beauty. The dress she wore only added to the heavenly apparition that was Rukia; the thinly strapped, sweet-heart neck line exposed her milky white shoulders, the tea length bottom uncovered her creamy legs that were most of the time hidden by nude tights, the fitted bodes showed the loveliness of her form. Surely she was an angel sent to complete him.

Ichigo blinked and time went into motion once more. He felt Orihime grab his arm with less then subtle aggression that he had just rejected her. Ichigo painfully tore his eyes from Rukia as she began to descend the stairs, looking back to a disgruntled Orihime who had loss all beauty with her angry frown.

Ichigo pushed her from his arm gently, looking back to where Rukia had once stood. To Ichigo's displeasure she had already vanished into the now crowded room.
its been like...months guys! i am sooooooooooooo sorry! i dont even have anything to say that can jusify this hiatus. nothing at all people, nothing. i'm just a sad sack. i just hope you like this chapter and that the wait was worth it. um, this chapter has a little ichiruki fluff in it and i hope you enjoy it. and guess what, my hate for Orihime comes out too. though i think i did it in a nice way :D. i had all three of them say she was pretty and i had Ichigo narrorate that she lost her pretty with a frown, meaning besides thinking her a harlot he thought she was pretty. yup i totally indirectly commented her. i feel sick to my stomach about it but someone said that Ichigo thinks of her as a friend and i just couldnt do that so i hope everyone can settle for him calling her "pretty". anyways, i hope to finish my valentines day thing for that contest tomorrow and post it, since i have creative writting homework to do today. which i'm telling you in case that class totally f's up my writting, you all know why. to be honest i just want to get an english credit because i cant take gothic lit til next year. sooooo, again i apologize fot the hiatus. Enjoy? and dont kill me please haha. oh one more thing, Rukia's dress...i was junior prom dress shopping and i saw this and was like "YES!!! OH GOD YESS!!!" though i ended up gettig a red dress, whatever....

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Ichigo is an average adult. he goes to a job that he sometimes hates, he lives in an apartment by himself, he has friends and a family, but what he doesnt have is an exciting life. he feels as if he's watching his live from the side lines until a replacement comes crashing into his life. she changes so much about his life it makes his head spin. will he find love before its taken away from him?
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Inoue is pretty cute, so i dont see the EXTREEM disgust Ichigo feels to her, but Inoue is nothing compared to Rukia