NOTE TO READERS: Hi! Kuchiki-chan speaking. This is my second fanfic and it's a lot weirder than my first one. I actually have to think when writing that one. This story is more of an experiment. Oh, one more thing. The characters are also going to be pretty OOC. – Kuchiki-chan

DISCLAIMER: I. Don't. Own. Bleach.

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"Rukia, have you seen my striped socks?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rukia replied sweetly.

"Okay, I know you have them. Hand them over." He walked toward her.

Rukia laughed and dove for her closet. "Why you little – " He lunged at her but she dashed past him.

Ichigo felt really annoyed. "Would you please just give me my socks?"

"Mm…nah." Giggling hysterically, she ran out the door and down the stairs with Ichigo chasing her and swearing loudly. She could really piss him off sometimes. In the split second that he paused, she ran into the coat closet.

"Crap…" Now she'd disappeared. He began opening all the doors…he'd find her eventually. After all, he lived here. He had to know his own house better than her.

Finally he opened the coat closet door. "Thought you could hide, did you? Well you can't!" Cornering her so she couldn't escape, he lunged. Rukia screamed and ducked her head as his hand closed on her wrist. "Ow! Ichigo, s-stop! No, don't…don't…"

"It's too late now," he murmured. "I'm not letting go unless you give me my socks back."

She kicked him in the stomach and he winced. Man, annoying and violent.

"You're cutting off the circulation in my wrist!" She kicked again.

He finally let go. "Okay, okay. Just give me my socks."

She pouted. "Fine. I don't want your stupid socks anyway." She threw them at his face and ran out of the closet.

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Ichigo walked a bit faster. When he'd woken up this morning, to his surprise Rukia was nowhere to be seen. He was hoping she'd already left for school and not ran away from home or something like that instead.

At first he was worried. Now he kept telling himself over and over that she'd just woken up early and decided to leave for school without him. After all, they had had that fight yesterday.

As he entered the classroom, he saw, to his relief, Rukia sitting on her desk with their friends crowding around her. I wonder what they're doing, he thought.

But as he approached them, he froze as he heard his own voice.

"Thought you could hide, did you? Well you can't!"

Rukia was screaming. "Ow! Ichigo, s-stop! No, don't…don't…"

"It's too late now!"

The sudden realization struck him like a cement mixer coming at 100 miles an hour.

She'd recorded everything. Oh yeah, and it sounded really wrong.

"AUGGHHHHH!" He ran over. "I can't believe – you – I – YOU RECORDED THE WHOLE THING?!"

She just stared back at him. So did everyone else. God, she was annoying.

"You know what? Forget it." He turned around and slumped back to his seat.

"Wait, Kurosaki-kun." Orihime's eyes were wide. "Did you really force yourself on Kuchiki-chan?"

When we get home, she is so dead.

Ichigo whirled around. "Do you really think I would force myself on her?"

Judging by the way they avoided answering and looked down at their feet, he could tell they did. His shoulders sagged. "Look, I didn't, okay?"

"Um…okay." The crowd slowly broke up and everyone went back to their seats. They didn't look very convinced though.

Ichigo saw Rukia smirk as she sat down next to him. She saw him staring at her. "What? Are you planning your next attack on me?"

Yes, thought Ichigo. And I am so going to kill you.

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Rukia's gone all bad girl. Hee hee. Please R&R. Which reminds me of M&Ms. And now I want chocolate. Mmmm yummy!

But. Anyway. Back to business. So like I was saaaaying, please please review!! If you do I will go crazy with happiness. Who knows, maybe I'll even dedicate a chapter to you. (I know that doesn't count for much. But I know if someone dedicated a chapter to me, I'd be ecstatic.) – Kuchiki-chan