Ichigo knew that today wasn't going to be a good day as soon as he woke up. He opened his eyes and saw—for once—not his father shouting "Good morning Ichigo" and lunging for his head, but rather a glob of spit dangling mere centimeters over his face. The redhead yelped, scrambling towards his headboard and away from the offending spit. "What the hell, Miuu?"

Miuu gave the boy a look of boredom, grabbing a tissue to wipe her mouth. "You wouldn't wake up," she said. "I was getting lonely."

"That's no excuse to spit on me!"

Miuu rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of his bed. "Oh, call down, Red. I didn't /actually/ spit on you, now did I?"

Ichigo relaxed, even as he gave his friend a slightly sour look. "No. No, you didn't."

"Good." Miuu got up, smoothing her uniform skirt and walking to the door of his room. "Oh, and by the way…" she said, grabbing her bag and looking back to her friend. "School starts in 15 minutes." She grins, winks, and bolts out his door.

There was a pause, then a cry of pure frustration. "Miuu!"

The blonde laughed, already out the door of the clinic and shouting at his window. "Better hurry up, or else you'll be late!" That being said, she turned and started walking towards their school.

Ichigo leaned out his window. "I'm gonna kill you, Miuu!" Miuu smirked, waving over her shoulder.

"You're just going to make yourself even more late!" she calls back up to him, grinning. He holds a glare at her for a moment longer before rushing off to change.

Miuu didn't get a chance to talk to Ichigo again until their usual lunch on the roof. The first person out the door was (of course) Keigo, running towards his "beautiful Watanabe-chan". After all, she was the only girl in their group of friends. No mind that she didn't act girly; she had boobs and wore skirts and that made her different enough. Normally, Miuu would stop Keigo mid-pounce to fend off his advances before eating lunch. This time, however, she actually let him in.

He stopped in surprise. "You're not… gonna hurt me…?" he asked in shock.

Miuu shook her head. "Nope. I'm feeling nice today."

Keigo looked like he could cry in joy. "My sweet, beautiful, darling Watanabe-chan!" His head hit her chest, arms wrapping around her waist.

That was when Miuu chopped the base of his neck and knocked him out.

Mizuiro leaned over his friend's body. "Will he be alright?"

"Ahhhh, don't worry about him," Miuu said, pushing him off of her lap. She then noticed Ichigo sitting next to Keigo's limp body as if nothing were wrong. "Hey, Red. Still mad at me?"

A scowl crossed his face. Well. A deeper scowl. It wasn't often that Ichigo wasn't scowling. "Don't talk to me."

Miuu gave an over-the-top pout. "Aww, come on, Ichi-kun!" she said, purposely obnoxious. "Don't be such a whiny bitch!" She flung her arms around his shoulders. "You know you love me."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Maybe I wouldn't be in such a bad mood of you'd have woken me up earlier."

"Oh, please, you were still on time."

"I had two minutes to get to class!"

"Yes, exactly! You should really be thankful that I left you that long."

This arguing went on for the rest of lunch, along with much name-calling through notes they shared.

"Asshat."

"Bitch."

"Man-whore."

"Skank."

"Carrot-top."

"Blonde."

"Shit-face."

"Otaku."

Miuu glared. "Ohhhhhh, low blow, dude." Ichigo smirked at his mini-victory, returning his attention to the teacher. It didn't last long, however. The two quickly started up talking about whatever it was that came to mind again, just as they normally did.

Miuu met Ichigo outside the school. "So, it's Thursday."

Ichigo nodded. "Yup."

"Your house tonight?"

"Yup."

Keigo suddenly appeared next to the two. "Do my ears deceive me? Miuu is staying over at Ichigo's house tonight? Are they going to have wild-" He was cut off by Miuu smacking him across the head.

"No, you idiot. We always go to each other's houses on Thursdays to watch movies, or play games, or whatever. How have you not realized this? You've known us for how long now... And who said you could start calling me that?"

Keigo cried out, exaggerating the pain in his head. "But- but- but- but Ichigo gets to call you that!"

Miuu rolled her eyes. "Well sure, but I've known Ichigo since first grade. I haven't known you that long, Asano-kun."

The brunet pouts, crying to Mizuiro as Miuu turned back to Ichigo. "Can we stop by my place first? I've got some crap I need to pick up, and I still gotta pick out a movie."

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, just make sure you don't pick some stupid fake-ass ninja movie again, alright?"

Miuu smacked his arm half-playfully as they started walking. "Hey! Don't diss Naruto! It was my first anime love, alright?"

Ichigo smirked. "Speaking of that, I still can't believe that you were in love with that Sasuke guy…" Miuu went to smack him again, jumping to his defense as Ichigo laughed. They walked back to the slender girl's house often like this, teasing and laughing and enjoying each other's company.

Miuu opened the door to the small apartment she shared with her mother. "Hey, mom! I'm gonna pick up some stuff and then Red and I are going to his house!"

A middle-aged, slightly tired-looking woman appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiled at the two of them. "Hello, Kurosaki-kun." Ichigo nodded at her, smiling politely. The woman turned to her daughter. "If you're sleeping over there again, make sure you get to school on time, I don't want to get any more calls from your principal," she said, giving the blonde girl a warning glance.

Miuu scoffed gratuitously. "Yes, mother." She and Ichigo went up the stairs to her room, where she gathered all the necessities. "Pick out a movie, Red."

"You're actually letting me?"

"I'm in a good mood," she says, smirking a little. "Is it all right with the old man if I stay the night?"

Ichigo snorted. "Are you kidding? He loves you."

Miuu grinned in response. "Who wouldn't?" The ginger rolled his eyes at her, even as she chuckled. "Oh! Before I forget." She sat in the computer chair and shoved her way over to the computer that rested on her desk. "There's something on YouTube that I wanna show you."

Ichigo gave his trademark scowl. "Can't we do it at my house?"

"No. Your internet sucks." Ichigo rolled his eyes again, but sat down on her bed, positioning himself in a way that he could see her computer screen. A glance at the clock that hung on her wall showed that it 4:59. The two had some time before they had to get to Ichigo's house, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to show him a few videos. Right?

Two and a half hours later, Miuu's mother showed up at her door, a confused look on her face. "I thought you two were going back to his house?" She asked kindly. The two slowly looked at each other. Miuu shot him a sheepish look as the taller smacks his hand into his face.

"I blame you for this." He grabbed his bag, waiting impatiently while Miuu grabbed up her stuff.

"Well, ex-cuuuuuuuuuse me, princess!"

"What did you call me?"

The fighting continued (again) while they walked through the house, grabbed their shoes, and walked out the door. Miuu's mother could still hear them outside. She smiled softly. "I will never understand those two…"

What's this? A rewrite of a rewrite? God I'm awful why do you people even put up with me.

As I've said before, I'm in college now so I'll have much less time to work on this. But hopefully I'll actually take less than two years to update now. Lmao.

-Jack