"Titleless" By Sasami14
It was a normal day, like any other, that is, if you could call Ichigo's life "normal." Ichigo had only just been back after the war was over and Aizen was dead, of course, for about a week. All his wounds were healed and Hochigo hadn't bothered him since the fight with Aizen. Ichigo wondered to himself 'Why is he so quiet? Usually, by this time, he should have at least tried to-' But, Ichigo's thought's were interrupted by Zangetsu's: 'He is alright, if that's what you are wondering, but, for right now, he is….' Zangetsu paused for a few seconds to think of the right word, '….disinterested.' Ichigo sighed, and thought 'Thanks' before opening the front door to his house. When he did, he was prepared for one of his father's "attacks", but, apparently, his dad was busy with Karin taking care of a patient who came in. Ichigo didn't bother to look to see who the patient was and went right on up to his room where, to his surprise, and annoyance, Rukia was in one of Yuzu's spring-cleaning outfits. It was a yellow apron lined with lace along with a matching bandana on her head, in yellow socks (yes, lace lined as well). He took one glance around the room to see what she had done to it. Boxes and drawers had been pulled out of places all over and spread around the area of his bed. So, you couldn't get to the bed without tiptoeing through the drawers and boxes so that nothing was crushed or broken. He could see all these boxes and drawers were the ones he kept his stuff that he had when he was younger. That stuff held a lot of memories for him. But, what got him annoyed was a certain someone was poking their nose in it when they didn't even have so much as his permission.
She looked up and noticed Ichigo had entered the room. Before she could even say 'Hi' to him, he erupted by saying "What in the world do you think you're doing?!?!" She stopped, still for only a second before she continued, and said brightly "Cleaning! I read that it was all the rage now to rummage through past belongs and get rid of stuff that-" And then, he erupted even more, and yelled "YOU WHAT?!?!?!? YOU THREW OUT MY STUFF!?!?!?!?!?!" She stared at him and said triumphantly "No, of course not, silly. I don't have any right to throw away any of your stuff, " Ichigo was about to breath a sigh of relief, before she finished the sentence with "I'm just looking at it and organizing it!" He then stared at her with a blank face, not sure weather or not to either to stick Kon's pill in her mouth, make her swallow it and let watch as Kon messed with her Gigai, or, to simply pick her up and throw her out of the room. He did the latter of the two because it was less disturbing, plus, it got her to stay out, for the rest of the day, at least. He locked the door to his room and (even though he was unsure how he did it) he managed to put some sort of spirit energy zapper on the door knob, so, who ever touched it that had enough spirit reitsu to see spirits, they got zapped. The more reitsu, the bigger the zap is going to be.
Rukia knew better than to touch the doorknob herself and allowed Ichigo's dad, Isshin, to grab the knob, and electrocute himself. Karin came up a moment later and dragged her dad to one of the clinic beds. Rukia, who knew Ichigo wouldn't let her in until it was dinnertime, looked at her Chappy the Bunny watch; it read 12:01 P.M. She then sighed and changed into one of Yuzu's day dresses (a simple short sleeved dress that was dark pink with little bunnies all over it) and went out of the house.
Ichigo, once he was sure she was out of the house, began to put everything back the way it was. As he looked over photos of the past, he smiled as he remembered all the good times he had before his mother…..passed away. The smile disappeared from his face and he began to get the drawers put back where they belonged after finishing with the boxes. It had only taken him an hour to get everything back the way it was before Rukia messed around. Then, just as he was flopping down on his bed, he noticed something on his desk. After sitting back up from flopping down, he grabbed what was on the desk to see what it was. One look at the papers is all he needed to see what it was. It was dated from five years ago, when he was ten, with his name on it to prove he had written it himself. The song's title was...it had no title. It was a song he had written himself, but he never showed it anyone. Ever. He looked over each page, creating the tune of the music and the voice singing it, in his head. He didn't hum it aloud, he didn't la-la-la to it, and he never even tapped his feet or fingers to it. He simply thought it. He went through the sheets of his song over and over, until he was satisfied, somehow, and he stowed it away in his desk drawer, but the drawer didn't close all the way. He didn't notice it, that the paper was sticking out of the drawer at a corner, and he had walked out of his room, disarming the shocking knob and he went out to clear his head. Rukia, meanwhile, came back around six, and had notice the paper when she had returned…….