Christmas.
Crazy, large, and everyone attends.
Rukia glared at the final offending invitation to Christmas dinner, before licking it and closing it. Beside her, a 19 year old Ichigo's stomach grumbled. She giggled.
"Oh Ichigo, you sound hungry," she said, before reaching into her bag, and tossing a small rice bar at him. He looked at it. There was a picture of Chappy on it. It also said it was for children aged 3 to 7. His eye twitched, but accepted it anyway. He opened it, then immediately threw it out the window. Rukia watched.
"HEY!! THAT WAS A PRESENT, STRAWBERRY!" Rukia shouted, kicking Ichigo in the face, sending him flying into the wall. Ichigo shot up, fire in his eyes.
"It was covered in MOLD!" Ichigo roared at her, and Rukia used an upper cut to shut his mouth, before sitting down, and sorting out the piles of invitations, handing them to Isshin, who stood waiting to get them. She suddenly looked confused. Ichigo got up and sat beside her, when he noticed her looking at him.
"What?" he snapped, and her eyes widened.
"What is mold?" she asked, innocently. Ichigo sweat dropped, and fell of his chair.
15 year old Yuzu giggled from the stove, where she was stirring the leek and potato soup. Christmas was in 1 week, and they had only just finished the invitations. She had been frantic preparing the house for it, bought Christmas presents, decorated, and looked up recipies for the food she would cook. They had forgot to do invitations though.
Her twin, Karin, walked into the kitchen, her face stony. She sat opposite the warring partners, and looked at Yuzu. "Where is goat beard then?"
"Otaasan has gone to deliver the invitations, he should be back before dinner, nee-san." Yuzu said, and Karin nodded, before looking at Ichigo and Rukia.
"Do you two ever stop arguing? Seriously, your like a married couple, or boyfriend and girlfriend," she stated, and the two looked at her. Rukia stuttered and turned bright red, and Ichigo got defensive.
"Why the hell would I want to go out with a midget like her!?" he asked, pointing at her. Rukia gaped at him, before turning dark.
"And why would I go out with an insensitive, rude, ignorant, INNOCENT baka like Strawberry!?" she glared, before standing and storming off to her room. Ichigo gaped and ran after her, shouting insults. They heard doors slamming, and rattling in rooms. Karin shook her head, laughing, before looking at Yuzu, who was biting her finger nails.
The two had grown up quite a bit in the last 3 years, Yuzu now having wavy, shoulder-length hair, held back by a butterfly clip, and ample curves. Karin had mid-back, straight black hair, which was often pulled back into a ponytail. She wore make up now, mascara, blusher and lip gloss, and had grown out of shorts and sweat shirts, and into tank-tops and hip hugging jeans. Yuzu still wore knee-length floaty dresses, and her apron most of the time.
"Hey, Yuzu, whats for dinner?" she asked.
"Soup, Karin-chan," Yuzu said, before going back to her stirring.
Isshin had just finishing sending all his invites, including those to Soul Society. He headed home, looking forward to Christmas Day, when everyone of his friends, and his family would be at his house. He smiled to himself. Little did he know, just what CHAOS that Christmas would be.