'DRUNK- Ichigo CHUU' CH 25

"DRUNK- Ichigo CHUU" CH 25
by ~xYorutenshi

Chapter 25: Cake Assignment



This class simply bored her. Everything the teacher said went in one ear and out the other.
Alice was almost asleep when she heard a familiar voice. She had a real smile on and before she knew it, it faltered as Orihime finished her sentence. (..what's this..disappointment?..) Alice put a fake smile on and nodded happily. (What was I expecting..that such a nice person would would befriend me?..) She casually walked over and sat down.
"Your mouths open.." Alice mumbled bluntly.

Ichigo closed his mouth and frowned, "If you don't want to work together, you can just say so." he snapped back as he sat down beside her.

Alice blinked. "It seems your the one that doesn't want to work with me..I just said you had your mouth open...." She mumbled and lowered her head.

By now, the teacher had begun placing the ingredients and cooking apparatuses on each counter, now manned by two people each. As Ichigo sat there beside her, he began rocking back and forth in his chair. Each time the ends of the chair struck the ground, the sound grew louder and louder. Like usual when Ichigo appeared to be in an annoyed mood more than the norm, Orihime stared over at him with a great deal of worry washing over her round face. She looked away once the teacher placed the items on the table in front of her and her partner and began to work.


Alice and Ichigo's table was the last to get their ingredients. With them set out on the table, Ichigo suddenly began trying to open the bag of flour provided. Instead of opening it slowly, he nearly ripped the bag in half.

A large cloud of white powder emerged from the violently opened sack and floated into their faces, causing him to cough and swat at the air around his head.

Alice coughed and shut her eyes. When she opened them Ichigo looked extremely pale, like a ghost. "Pft.." Alice held back a laugh and looked at the ripped flour bag.

His face looking as white as a sheet, he blinked and spewed out a small cloud of flour. He began running his hands frantically through his partially white hair in an attempted to remove the white substance.

"Someone was a little too enthusiastic huh?" Alice began as she reached for her skirt.

Sighing, he stared at the torn bag, then over at Alice. A small smile crawled onto his lips as he saw a few parts of her face had some flour as well.

Alice pulled out a hanker chief and started wiping the flour off of his face. "Seriously, you have to work on your temper.." She mumbled, mostly teasing.


Ichigo's smile faded as her hand got close to his face to remove the ingredient. His eyes focused on her hand as she stroked his face with the cloth. "I don't have a temper." he replied pouting a bit seeing as he was being taken care of like a child.

Alice smirked as he pouted. "Yes, yes you do. I'm not good with reading other people's feelings but you are still obviously short tempered."

Ichigo stuck out his tongue at her childishly. "Do not." Though he wouldn't admit it, deep down, he knew she was right.

Alice nodded "Do too~"

She nodded and finished cleaning his face. She sighed and pulled back her hand. "Oh yeah your hair looks weird.." She shrugged. "White doesn't suit you.."
Alice raised her hand to get the teacher's attention. "Sensei!~ I think we need another bag of flour."

His eyes moved upward as he saw his hair still had bits of flour in it. The sight of his hair being white caused him to shudder. It looked all to familiar. As memories rushed through his mind, he had to begin rubbing his hair in all directions to remind himself it was simply flour...and not the monster inside him.

He watched as flakes of the white powder floated down from his head. It looked similar to snow, which he rarely saw. Content with the amount of rubbing he had done to his head, he assumed the white was gone. Though as Alice asked the teacher for another bag, he licked his thumb and gently wiped a small amount of flour off the side of Alice's cheek. "You're so pale I could barely see the patch of flour on your face." he teased as the instructor brought them a new sack of flour.


She turned back to Ichigo as the teacher walked over. She flinched as he wiped away the flour. "Well sorry for being so pale..." Alice was a bit self conscious now. Alice sighed,"Am i really THAT pale?.." She mumbled as she easily opened the bag.

Ichigo leaned back in his seat while Alice began to worry about the tone of her skin. "I never said it was a bad thing, did I?" he asked in a slightly defensive tone.


Alice sighed with relief. "Oh..right."

The teacher left the bag, shook their head and left.

She blinked. "Wait..what are we making again?"


He glared at the teacher after he left. "Stupid instructor..." he thought to himself. The teen hated when people of authority acted superior. It was just one of his many many pet peeves. As he began to wonder just how many annoyances he had, his thoughts were interrupted by Alice's question. "Oh, uh, we're making a cake." he replied getting out of his seat. He took the bowl they had been given and skillfully cracked two eggs and let the yolks slide down the side of the metal bowl and rest at the bottom. It seemed he already knew what to do.