Disclaimer: i don't own bleach, if i did i'd let people know the reason for calling it bleach. god knows i'm dying to find out the reason behind the name!!! grrr!
Kurosaki Ichigo.
The dripping wet teenager stepped out of the shower in all his naked glory, shimmering as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the bathroom window and onto his flawless skin. Slowly, he made his way over to the closet in his room, all the way down the hall, leaving a trail of wet footprints as he went by.
Wondering why he hadn't brought any of his clothes with him in the first place, he stepped into his room and opened the closet.
He had his answer.
He stood a while staring dumbfounded at the empty closet which, in turn, stared shamelessly back at him. And then it hit him, HE HADN'T DONE THE LAUNDRY IN WEEKS!!!
"Dammit! Laziness is definitely a sin."... He sighed. "I miss Yuzu."
Kurosaki Yuzu. Ichigo's baby sister, one of them at least.
Ever since their mother died, killed by a hollow no less, Yuzu had taken up the job of doing all the motherly things, like cooking and cleaning and, you guessed it, laundry! Not that Ichigo couldn't do his own laundry, he was simply too lazy.
He closed the closet door and looked pathetically around his room.
The room itself wasn't much to look at. It was big, yes, and very spacious, but you couldn't tell by looking at it now.
There were books strewn everywhere. Dirty clothes lay carelessly on the floor and hanging off almost every surface.
Ichigo sighed and turned to get his towel. He wrapped it tightly around his slim waist and picked up a few of his dirty clothes from his room.
He headed swiftly to the laundry room which happened to be just next to the kitchen.
It was only as he was passing by the kitchen did he notice his hunger.
It was already after one and he hadn't eaten anything for the day yet, not to mention the fact that he skipped dinner last night, simply because he didn't know what to prepare.
Despite how sad this seems, it happened quite often.
He looked longingly at the fridge knowing full well that it was bordering on empty.
Ichigo decided to do the laundry first as he was still naked, save for a small towel that clung to his hips and seemed as though it would never let go. After all, he was expecting company.
Ichigo lived alone, and even though he was only 16, he had an entire house of his own.
It was a flat, but it was pretty awesome.
No sisters to annoy him, no 'stuck in child mode' father jumping him at every inopportune moment to test his fighting skills. Not that Ichigo minded any of that at all, because the truth was now that he was on his own, he missed his wacky family, it was simply more convenient to keep a fair way away from loved ones, what with his soul reaper duties and all.
Of course his dad had no problems paying for the place since they were a fairly well off family – the Kurosaki family owns a clinic. But when his father found out he had no good reason for wanting to move out on his own, beside the whole 'becoming a man and wanting to stand on his own two feet' thing (which was totally bogus since his father was still paying all his bills) he threw a hissy fit, as was to be expected from the man that was Kurosaki Isshin. A child stuck in a man's body.
After Ichigo had thrown the clothes in the machine, he headed back to the kitchen and began ransacking the cupboards searching hopelessly for something easy to prepare.
'Damn I need to do groceries.'
Around this time the clothes were done. He swiftly put them into the dryer and went back to his search.
He looked around some more and found a modest cup of ramen noodles. He was instantly elated.
By now the clothes were finally done. He put the cup into the microwave and set out for his clothes.
Ichigo had a party to go to later. He decided he didn't want to wash again for the day, so he grabbed just his boxers and slipped them on. He knew Yuzu wouldn't mind seeing him like this, they were siblings after all.
Finally he was able to get to his ramen, he couldn't wait.
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Ishida Uryuu.
The young teenager exited the fabric store and made his way to the grocery store, the last stop along his way. After that it was home sweet home, or so he thought…
Ishida finally finished his shopping and decided that it was about time to head home.
He made his way onto the road that led straight to his house. Unfortunately however, Ichigo's house was along that very road.
It had been a while since they had battled together, and although he would risk his life to protect the loud-mouthed brat that was Kurosaki Ichigo, it didn't hinder the fact that he hated him.
He was now getting closer and closer to the house.
He despised Ichigo greatly and wanted nothing to do with him unless it was absolutely necessary.
As Ishida walked by he refused to even look in the direction of the house, but despite his best efforts, he still found himself looking.
Curiosity got the better of him.
He approached the house, wondering exactly what it is Ichigo does by himself all day long. He walked up the front and was about to head to the window when something stopped him dead in his tracks.
Ichigo. Lounging on his couch. Naked?
What was this strange feeling that was overcoming him? Was he… happy? He couldn't tell.
For some reason though, he found the naked shinigami rather attractive.
Why was he feeling this way? It's not like he was gay or anything! So then, why?
He was utterly befuddled by this.
He did admit though, a naked Ichigo was much more interesting than a normal one.
He stood staring into space a while, contemplating his new problem. When he finally snapped back to reality he realized Ichigo had gone missing.
Fear swept over his entire body.
'Did Ichigo see him? What if he had? He wasn't exactly hiding or anything, he was more or less just standing outside the window staring in like some sort of pervert getting his daily fix… Oh god! He was one of those perverted people getting his daily fix!!!'
Ishida's concern for the matter slowly dwindled away as he found himself getting sad instead, after the eye candy he was admiring a few seconds ago, disappeared.
He began making his way off of the compound when again he noticed Ichigo through a window, this time in the kitchen.
Ichigo didn't notice the younger boy staring at him through the window; neither did he notice him when he was on the couch. All he was concerned with at the moment was what he could find to eat!
He wasn't contented to wait the three long hours it would take Yuzu to get there with dinner and a few snacks that were supposed to last him the week, but somehow never made it past Tuesday.
As Ichigo continued raiding the cupboards, he thought he saw something outside his kitchen window, but as he turned to look all he saw was the neatly trimmed hedge that stood bordering his walkway. He shrugged it off and continued his raid.
Moments later, Ichigo heard the ring of his doorbell resounding throughout the entire house.
His only thought was settled to questioning why Yuzu was so early. It was uncannily unlike the young Kurosaki…
so that's it for the first chapter. i'm pretty sure you know who's at the door right, not much of a cliffhanger there huh? oh well... at least i tried. :D
anyway i think it's gonna be a 2 chapter story. i hope you like it!
drop me some reviws if u're up 2 it. they'll b greatly appreciated.
-toodles!