Chapter 1

Bam! "Owe!"

"Shh!"

"Nngh… But-"

The sounds of a small struggle can be heard, "I said shut it!"

Quietly this time, the other voice whined again, "I stubbed my toe! 'msorry… geez. Let's just get him and get out of here."

"My thoughts exact-" Blinding lights flashed on, setting the whole room aglow and illuminating the two figures still tangled on the floor. "-ly…"

A very tall, very angry man was standing at the entrance of a dark hallway. Arms cross, and looking very impatient in his otherwise sleep-drugged state. "What the hell're you two doin' in my house at two o'clock in the morning?" He whisper/yelled, staying "quiet" like the two intruders.

The man, who was pinned to the floor, was soon untangled, and throwing himself through the air at the angry man. "Ichiiii-!" That is until he saw that his would-be tackle-ee was completely naked, and now he was trying to stop mid-flight from touching the nude body. He didn't have to try very hard, for a large fist flew the air at lightning speed and planted itself in the flying man's face.

"Shut the fuck up Keigo!" Ichigo barked out. "Get out, both of you! What the hell're ya even doing here? Breakin' and entering is a crime, ya know!"

The second intruder just sat on the floor waiting for them to both realize they were both being rather loud. After Ichigo's last words, he held a hand up in the air to gain the blonde's attention. "We're here to kidnap you too, Ichigo, so it's actually two crimes."

Keigo groaned in the corner, where he'd landed, trying to right himself again. "Owwwe…"

Ichigo cocked a nude hip to the side, and crossed his arms over a broad chest again. "And in what right mind do you two think you can actually succeed in kidnapping me, Mizuiro?" he asks, looking and speaking only to the smaller man.

Mizuiro stood and walked over to Ichigo tapping on his phone like usual, but when he was near he turned it around to show the screen to Ichigo. It was an image of Ichigo making out with dark haired a girl. Judging from the school uniforms alone, it was obviously a very young, teenage version of him too.

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow high. "Why the hell d'you have something like that, Mizuiro?"

The shorter man shrugs as if it's nothing, still holding the phone up. "One never knows when one'll need persuasion." With the last word, he blindly began to hit the "next" button on his phone, showing a slow progression of Ichigo kissing the girl more, lifting her skirt, and ultimately doing something very perverse in a very public place. Mizuiro watched as the carrot-top's eyes bugged a little, and mouth fell open. When Ichigo grabbed for the phone, very intent of destroying the thing, Mizuiro quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, protecting his valued device.

"Wha- How? Why the fuck would you watch and take pictures of something like that? You're a pervert!" Ichigo forgot to keep his voice down, feeling very violated now.

"Maybe." He replied, not denying it one bit, and tucked his phone away again. "But now I know you'll come with us no matter what."

Ichigo scoffed, "Why? 'Cause you have pictures like that? That's not enough to make me go off who-knows-where this early in the damn morning."

"You will if you don't want these spreading all over your pretty girlfriends email inbox." Mizuiro didn't even smirk at his own slyness. Keigo was kneeling on the floor watching, looking all the more like a lost puppy.

"What'd you show him, Mizu?"

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"But I wasn't-" Keigo actually squeaked and face blew up with a flush of color when Mizuiro pulled out his phone again and twisted it to show his friend the screen. He didn't even have to press any buttons, so it must've been his personal background. "I'll shut up now." He said, standing and sitting on the edge of the couch like a good boy.

Ichigo was still standing in shock of what Mizuiro said, that he barely noticed the other's exchange. He soon snapped out of it though, glaring at his short friend. "You're a really horrible person, Mizuiro. You know that, right?"

"No. I'm just good at getting what I want." He said, looking bored and tapping away on his phone again. "So what'll be, Ichigo? Stay here, or come with us. You only know the end result of one option, so how bad could the other one be?

Ichigo sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. "Fine…" He said, not taking long at all to decide. "I'll go with you, but where and why?" He asked, wondering if he would regret going along with them even more than getting scolded by his girlfriend.

"That's for us to know, and you to find out." The smaller man said with a smile that always felt overly forced and fake.

Keigo stood with a huge grin. "You'll love it, Ichi! Now get some clothes on, and we'll go!" His excited words earned him smack on the head. "Owe! What was that for?" He glared down at Mizuiro, who was back to his phone already.

"Shut up, you're too loud."

Mizuiro's words reminded Ichigo that they should all be ultra-quiet. Shaking his head, he crept back down the hall and into his room to find some clothes to wear. Choosing what looked like White Polo shirt, and some tight blue jeans, he froze when the sheets rustled on the bed nearby.

"What're you doing?" A soft voice mumbled out.

Ichigo turned to peer through the darkness to the figure lying on the bed. He cursed himself for waking her up. "Keigo and Mizuiro broke in. They wanna take me somewhere." He said, explaining the noise the two idiots were still making out in the living room. Ichigo walked over to the bed, still shirtless, and crawled over the edge to lean over the much smaller body. "Go back to sleep. I'll be back soon enough." He chuckles, "knowing these two dumbasses, they just want to show me some knew gadget Mizuiro bought." Ichigo leans down to place a light kiss over her temple. When he pulled back, she was staring up at him with wide eyes. That permanent blush she held around him growing stronger. He loved that about his longtime friend, and recent lover. Inoue never failed to show all her thoughts and emotions plainly on her face.

"Okay, Kurosaki-kun... Don't curse." She turned onto her side and fell back asleep instantly. Ichigo smirked, wondering if she would even remember their exchange in the morning. Shaking his head, Ichigo finished dressing and walked back to the living room with a yawn.

"Okay, let's go and get this over with. I wanna be home before daylight." Ichigo said, already at the door, slipping on his shoes, and mumbling that he was glad he didn't have to work tomorrow.

Keigo and Mizuiro were right behind him, snickering about something he'd rather not know about, but had a feeling he was about to find out.