The Outfit

Monday

MONDAY

It's Monday morning, and everyone in the house is in a flurry getting ready. Breakfast is gulped down and lunches hastily made and then everyone is off.

Rukia and Ichigo walk side by side, not speaking, too lost in their own thoughts.

Wow, how is it I never noticed before how good Ichigo looks in his school uniform? Although, I must say...I still prefer the jeans-and-tee look, that was definitely hotter...DAMN IT THERE I GO AGAIN! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?? Maybe I have a hormone imbalance or something. Anyway, I can't let these weird thoughts distract me today. I have work to do.

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Man, I never realized how short those school uniform skirts were...it's just too bad they don't show off her top, too, like that outfit she had on Saturday...CRAP! I'm doing it again! I gotta concentrate on my school work today, I can't be wandering off to places I shouldn't be going anyway, damn it!

All through class, Rukia can't help but steal glances over at Ichigo. She hides it behind her text book, or makes it look like she's peering out the window or glancing at someone else or even just around the room, anything she could do to have an excuse to look at him. She can't concentrate on a thing, no matter how hard she tries to. Ichigo so close by is just too much of a distraction. She becomes frustrated with herself, but is clueless as to how to stop it.

Ichigo, however, gets it worse. He, too, is stealing glances at Rukia from behind a textbook or through squinted eyes during an unnecessary stretch-and-yawn. Except that he can't help but focus on the legs he only just began to notice. Those short little skirts...she's got more leg than I realized before...and I can just imagine...my hand on that leg...sliding that little skirt up...FUCK! This cannot seriously be happening! I'm thinking dirty thoughts about Rukia again, AT SCHOOL, and now I've got a freakin' boner?! The bell's gonna ring in five minutes! What the hell do I do??

Panicked, Ichigo looks all around. His only choice is his backpack, though he knows it will look strange. But it's either walk out of there with a backpack covering his "front pack" or show the entire class his perversion. Sighing, and bracing for questions about what the hell he's doing, he readies the pack and starts desperately thinking of excuses to give people who might question.

The bell rings and everyone leaves, Ichigo dead last. He walks slowly down the hallway of a thinning crowd of kids with his backpack in front of him, making a bee-line for the front door. But of course, he does not quite make it out in time.

"Hey, Ichigo!" calls out Keigo. "That was some party you had, man! And Rukia! Did you get a look at her? Talk about wow! Hey, Ichigo...why are you carrying your backpack like that?"

"Uh...I uh...I injured my shoulder; it hurts to carry it on my back. Sorry, but I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to talk. See ya, I gotta run."

With that, Ichigo races outside. He catches a few strange looks on the way out, but Keigo is the only one who inquires about the bag out of all of them. Now safely outside school grounds, he breathes a breath of relief that it didn't go as badly as it could've gone. He soon catches up to Rukia, and the "danger" has passed by then.

That night's dinner is much the same as the one before. And, once again this night, neither Rukia nor Ichigo are getting any sleep.

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It's after midnight when Isshin comes out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. He is surprised to find his eldest child leaning against the refrigerator. "Hey, Ichigo...what are you doing up?"