I'm borrowing the "15 hugs" themes from the livejournal community, so props to them for coming up with these themes. This drabble takes place after the soul society arc. Expect spoilers for the manga in later chapters.
Chapter One: Teddy Bear.
"You did what?" he asked again.
"How many are you going to make me repeat myself?" she growled. "I said, I signed us up for that new sewing class."
"Why the hell would you do that?" the orange-haired teenager yelled, taking a step closer to her. It annoyed her that he was trying to intimidate her with his size, so she kicked him in the shin, just so he'd know his place.
"Because they said I could sew my own Chappy doll!" she shouted back, stomping one foot in frustration and ignoring his shouts of pain.
"That's stupid!" he replied as he rubbed his aching leg.
"It is not!" she snapped back, dark blue eyes blazing.
"But why did you sign me up?" he demanded, sitting back down on his bed.
"Because I had to have a partner." she answered simply, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"But sewing is for girls."
"But Ishida-" she started.
"Exactly." he cut her off. "I'm not doing it."
"The deadline to switch out of the class ended today. I'm so sorry you missed it." Rukia responded sweetly, a large grin plastered on her face as she watched that little vein on his forehead pop out just a bit more.
"I hate you." he muttered. Her smile got even bigger.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
"Get out of my room." he ordered, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it and threw it back, hitting him squarely in the face.
"Good night, Ichigo!" she said, flouncing out of the room and laughing all the way down the hall. He threw the pillow at the door after her just... because he could.
"If anyone says anything, I'll kill you." Ichigo said, crossing his arms over his chest. Orihime and Ishida had joined the class as well, along with several other girls in the tenth grade class. Despite several attempts on Orihime's part, she couldn't convince Chad to join.
"Stop whining." Rukia snapped as the teacher came into the room. "It's only for the rest of the year."
He glared at her, but said nothing. Luckily, the class went fast and soon it was lunch.
"All she did was talk." Rukia said, handing her juice box to the orange haired boy sitting next to her.
"It was the first day, idiot." he replied, sticking the straw threw the top and handing it back to her. "It'll be a long time before you get to sew anything you want. You should have just joined the sewing club."
"I don't have time to stay after school. I have important shinigami duties to attend."
They continued to bicker until class started again.
Several weeks passed and Rukia was getting more and more annoyed, as she had still not been able to make a chappy doll. Finally, the long awaited day came.
"Alright, class, today we're going to start our stuffed animal unit. Everyone choose a stuffed animal to make out of the patterns I have here, or you can go and buy your own."
Together the two walked to the front of the class room to pick through the choices. Ichigo seemed to pluck one up at random.
"They don't have chappy!" Rukia exclaimed, dismayed. She'd been so excited about it, too.
"Here." Ichigo said gruffly, shoving a pattern envelope into her hand. "I knew the school wouldn't have it and that you'd be too stupid to go buy it, so I had Ishida find it for you."
Ridiculously touched, she smiled softly.
"Thank you." she said.
"It's no big deal." he muttered, scratching the back of his head and wandering off to his seat. It had been a long time since he'd seen her smile for real, he thought as he cut out his own pattern. Silently, she sat down next to him and followed his example. They worked for a while in a comfortable silence.
"Which one are you doing?" Rukia asked, glancing up at her companion. Saying nothing, he shoved the pattern envelope toward her. He really didn't want to talk about it. It was just so... unmanly.
"It's so cute!" the dark haired girl said, laughing as he scowled at her. "So what color are you making it?"
"But that's so plain." she protested.
"Bears are supposed to be brown." he responded. "Now leave me alone."
"So touchy." she smirked.
"You know you like this class."
"You're such a bitch." he muttered and she smacked him. Hard.
It only took a week for most of the class to finish their stuffed animals. It turned out that Rukia was as 'good' at sewing as she was drawing.
"It's ugly." Ichigo said bluntly as they walked home.
"It is not!" she protested, using her index finger to push the stuffing back into one of it's arms. "It's adorable"
The orange haired boy laughed out loud.
"You barely passed the assignment."
"You're just blind to true beauty." the petite shinagami retorted, shoving the stuffed animal into her bag.
"Well, then, let me see yours. I didn't get to see it finished." she demanded.
"You won't show me because mine is so much better. It's ok to feel ashamed in the face of my obvious superiority."
"No, I won't show you because it's embarrassing. Do you have any idea what it would do to my reputation if any of my classmates saw me waving around a teddy-bear?" he snapped. She rolled her eyes.
In one step, she'd snatched his bag off his shoulder and pulled out the bear. She frowned. It was perfect. No stuffing sticking out, not even one messed up stitch.
"Told you it was better." he smirked, grabbing his bag back.
"What are you going to do with it?" she asked, refusing to admit he was right.
"Throw it away."
"You can't! Why don't you give it to one of your sisters?" she exclaimed, trying to shove the offensive stuffed animal into his hands. He pushed it back at her.
"Yuzu already has dozens and Karin hates anything girly."
"It would be stupid to throw it away after you've worked on it all week." Rukia protested again.
"Who else would I give it to, then?" he demanded. "You?"
"Are you saying I can have it?" she replied, watching him closely. He fought the blush he could feel on his face and looked away.
"If you really want it..." he muttered.
"You can't change your mind later." the dark-haired girl said and wrapped her arms around the teddy-bear possessively.
"Trust me, I won't." he said, chancing a look at her. He watched as she hugged it closer to her chest and a smile spread over her features.
"I'm not going to say thank you." she informed him. He rolled his eyes.
"It's just a stupid bear." Ichigo muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. Rukia's smile broadened and together they walked the rest of the way home.
This is my first Bleach fic, so I'm sorry about any and all OOCness. I know it seems weird that Ichigo would sew, but I think he'd do it if forcedfor the sake of his grades. shrug Thanks for reading and PLEASE review.