Just thought I'd write something for Christmas. Hope you all like it! A bit of IchiRuki, very mild, but still...

-Chapter 1-

Christmas was coming by fast and Ichigo didn't know what to give to his friends. As he strolled down the shops, glancing at the gifts that were on display, a lightbulb lit up in his head. He would have to piece all his friends' favourite hobbies or their personalities to find out what they wanted. Hmm...starting with Uryuu Ishida.

What would Ishida want? That one was a toughie. Ishida and Ichigo weren't considered "close" friends, even though they've helped each other defeat Hollows, Arrancars, even Espadas. What would a Quincy want? Ichigo pondered on that thought for quite a while. Hm...he could ask Ishida's dad..., but wouldn't that be stalker-ish? Ichigo Kurosaki was NOT a stalker at all. Perhaps he could give it a try...

Ichigo's POV

I kicked pebbles to the side as I walked down to Ishida's apartment. Chance that his father was there was 1%. It was still worth it, I guess. There it was, 23 Yerash St. Hm...now what was his flat again? Please don't tell me I forgot...again. 24,25,26...Aha! He lived on the 14th floor. As I approached the building, I made two attempts to open the door. On normal bases, I would have kicked down the door, but this was residental, not like my house.

I pressed the intercom and waited for what seemed like an hour until Ryuuken's voice was heard.

"Who the hell is this?!" he shouted in the intercom.

"Kurosaki Ichigo," I replied.

"Hn. You a friend of Uryuu?"

"Uh...yeah. Sort of. Can I come in?"

"Uryuu's not here at the moment. I sent him to train his Quincy powers in the field. Working him till he collapses in pain!"

"...It's about that, Mr. Ishida." I figured if I had to get what I wanted, I should address him properly.

"Why all the formality, Kurosaki? Need something from me?" Uh-oh. Suspicion.

"...Yeah, actually. You see, I wanna give your son something for Christmas, but I don't know what Quincies in general want, so I'm asking you," I breathed my sentence in a rush.

"Hm...Okay. Fine, I'll help you. Better give him something so he'll stop nagging me for a new sewing kit. Yes, Kurosaki, Uryuu would want a sewing kit. Such a girl. To answer your previous question, Quincies don't really have anything they especially want. We ARE human after all. Anything else you'd want from me?"

"Uh..no, Mr. Ishida. That's all. Thanks!" I said as I pressed the intercom again. Okay, so Ishida wants a sewing kit. One problem solved. Now, next question is where to get it. The Dollar store? Hm...worth a shot.

I must've walked like about three blocks just to get to the nearest Dollar store. I was too lazy to take a taxi or a bus. That's me.

DING-DONGGG! What the he-? Woah. Boxes of merchandise were everywhere. Now, for those who may have went to "Dollarama", zip it. The only store I've ever went to was Urahara's Shop.

I passed by aisles, not finding what I wanted. Finally, at the last aisle, I found a sewing kit. Perfect! I waited in line and the cahier just looked at me weirdly.

"Boy, you fond of sewing and knitting?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"No. It's for a friend of mine", I retorted.

"Girlfriend?"

"No. Don't have time for relationships, ma'am," I reddened.

"Here you go. 10 yen please."

I paid for the kit and took off before anyone else could make fun of me. I didn't notice someone was watching me close by.

Ishida's POV

Haha. Look at Kurosaki run! It made me want to laugh my ass off! I wanted to chase him and demand him why he was running as if there were two Hollows behind him. Kurosaki, always making a fool out of himself. Hey, wait! What's that package under his arm? I'd better take a closer look! Agh! He left already.

Hey, it's almost Christmas. Should I get that idiot Kurosaki something? Nah, he's probably not getting me anything, so why bother? But then again, I'm planning on giving all my close friends gifts - even Orihime. What would Kurosaki want? He's obsessed with the number 15 and strawberries...

An idea popped up in my head. I'm good at sewing...maybe I'll just sew something for him. Lemme find my old sewing kit. I nearly bent all the neddles, used up most of the threads and lost the thumbtack. Yeah, I seriously needed a another one. Ryuuken wasn't gonna give me one.

As for Sado...probably give a card that poppes up and sings. Orihime... I don't know yet. Rukia...some Chappy product. I didn't bother buying gifts for my classmates, too much work.

I hiked up the Dollar store, and bought: a white T-shirt, a hot pink dress with pink satin and laces, different colours of buttons, a red and green construction paper, velvet cloths, and a pair of Chappy earrings. I was going to fix up the dress and the T-shirt. What a nice friend I was.

I headed over to the apartment and found my father lying on the couch. A vein popped in my head. I knew how to take care of myself and this was MY place! After leaving me for geez, how many years? And now he comes back and just shows up?! The Last Quincy? That's me!

"Ryuuken. Just...get out. I can't tolerate you", I maintained my cool, barely.

"I can't stand you either, Uryuu. Don't you think it's disrepectful to call your own father by his name?" Ryuuken responded.

"Then why are you here?" I seethed.

"Oh my, it's almost Christmas. Is it such a crime to spend Christmas with my own son who claims to be the Last Quincy?" my father smirked at me, knowing that he'd won. I left and went to my room.

Inoue's POV

"Uhm...Christmas is coming soon...Tatsuki-chan, what should I give Kurosaki-kun?" I asked my best friend, Tatsuki.

"I don't know. Give him something homemade from you. I think he'll appreciate it more", she replied.

I absolutely adore cooking, maybe I could give him some of my homemade cookies. Last time I gave him some of my pasteries, he said it tasted good. Was he lying? He looked like he really liked it...

"Orihime? Maybe you should lay off the idea of giving him some of your pasteries. You know he can't stand them", Tatsuki-chan quietly said.

"...Maybe, Tatsuki-chan. I'll go ask him."

"NO! It'll make it too obvious! Give him a card or something."

"Ok, fine. And some homemade sweets", I declared. We were walking home from school. "Ah, Tatsuki-chan, I might not be able to go over to your place. I'm running low on cooking supplies. Plus, I need materials to make Kurosaki-kun a Christmas card."

"Is it okay if I come with you Orihime? That lez, Chizuru could be lurking somewhere here", Tatsuki-chan asked. I nodded and we headed to the nearest supermarket and Dollar store.

I brought money with me, so I wasn't totally broke. In the end, I went home with five grocery bags filled with red bean paste, buns, chicken, potatoes, etc. and a bag with a card, some glitter and glue. I waved farewell to my best friend and I went to my apartment feeling as excited as ever.

Ugh, screw the Internet! I've spent the last five hours searching up neat designs for my card to Kurosaki-kun. Finally, I found the one I liked and I got right to work. I hadn't even noticed the time. It was 8:30 pm, and I was starving. Good thing I'm a good cook! In 15 minutes, my dinner was prepared. I thought if I should call Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san over to eat. Nah, I'll probably disturb them.

I ate in silence, but not before I prayed to my brother. After washing the dishes, I returned to my room and completed the card. It looked very pretty, let's hope Kurosaki-kun would like it.

I skipped to my kitchen and starting mixing ingredients. I was going to make mochi and dango and see which one was better to goive to Kurosaki-kun. Surprisingly, they both came out good, not too shabby at least. I set up to make two more of each all for my friends.

After I acheived my goal, I happily went to bed. Of course, when you're happy, you tend to get careless, right? That was the situation for me. My windows were especially made by Urahara-san, butcause of the accident Kurosaki-kun had when my dead brother, Sora, became a Hollow and attacked him. The windows were a Hollow barrier that only worked when they were locked. It was designed to reflect all different types of Hollows, including low-class Menos and Arrancars. However, I'd forgotten to lock my windows, and during the night, I felt some evil reiatsu that belonged to an Arrancar.

A/N: This fanfic was only written for fun. It's supposed to be happy, but I just decided to add a bit of horror at the end. If you feel creeped out, please don't read this story before you go to bed. Anyways, please review! XD Whether this fanfic is good or not, I want your feedback!

As always, if anyone doesn't get the story, feel free to PM me. Don't be scared, I'm not going to bite. :)