I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! lol

For those who know me, well, I'm back. I don't know if it's for good since I'm very random. :P

Anyways, I just wanted to write something because I have to practice writing or else... it's gonna go bye bye T-T

I don't know if you've read my previous fic, NAKAMA.. 'coz I'm planning to make this its continuation. What do you think? ;)

Chapter One: Summer

SUMMER. S is for stupidity. U is for unlimited time. M is for making Ichigo suffer. Another M is for making Ichigo irritated. E is for erotic ideas care of Isshin. And, R is for, well… Rukia. Another way of spelling it? CHAOS.

For a teenager, summer is supposed to be fun. Alone time. Silence. Music. Shakespeare. But for Kurosaki Ichigo, it is spelled differently. Ever since that small witch came to their house—inside his closet, to be exact, nothing seemed to be normal (but, of course, we spell normal differently when it comes to the Kurosaki family).

Goodbye, alone time. Goodbye, silence. Goodbye, music. Goodbye, Shakespeare…

"Hellooooo, Kurosaki-kun!" That sing-song voice; the one Ichigo despises the most, resonated through their empty house. Isshin, Karin, and Yuzu went out for a short trip to the mountains to 'enjoy nature'. They would be gone for three days to 'appreciate what Kami-sama has given them'. At least, that was what Ichigo's perverted father said. But Ichigo is well-aware of his father's filthy intentions.

He stirred. "What?"

Back to the witch's normal voice. "What's with you? I greeted you happily first thing in the morning and this is what I get?" She raised her eyebrow to emphasize her irritation with the strawberry's behavior.

"There's nothing to be happy about," he said.

"Of course, there is!"

"What?" He opened his eyes to look at the small creature standing on his bed. Shit, he almost shouted. He pursed his lips and pretended not to care about the implications of Rukia's position. Right now, he's very thankful that Isshin went away—he wouldn't be able to see and record this on… Ichigo suddenly sat up and looked around his room: from his study table, guitar, closet, door, to the wall, window, and to Rukia. Hopefully, Isshin hasn't discovered the technology on hidden cameras and bugs. He looked back to where Rukia was supposed to be standing.

"Oi, midget, where are you?" he called. "Have you shrunk again?"

"Stupid Strawberry," she growled. "I fell down, you idiot." She stood up and brushed off the imaginary dirt on her dress. "And I don't shrink; your brain does."

"Oh, you fell down," he repeated. He certainly didn't notice her fall. Maybe he was too preoccupied with searching for his father's bugs. He shrugged. "Why are you so early anyways?" He tried to divert Rukia's attention from her burbling irritation, which would usually turn out into anger and bad mood.

Sorry, Ichigo. But, Rukia isn't easily sidetracked with lame ways; she folded her arms on her chest.

"What now?" Ichigo asked. He started fixing his bed—avoiding Rukia's gaze.

"You forgot to say something," she said.

Ichigo stared at her. Does he have to say something to her? Like what? "Uhh… Good morning?" he greeted/asked.

"Good… Morrrning?" Rukia repeated, saying the letter 'r' for too long. She unfolded her arms and started stomping towards Ichigo—the intention to kill, evident.

Ichigo didn't bother to look at her, thinking that she would just throw him a random book. It's okay, he thought. Hardbound Shakespeare is hidden anyways so she can't throw them at me. But when he turned around, expecting to thwart the book with his hand, what greeted him were Rukia's hands, trying to pull his hair from his scalp. "Hey!" he half-shouted. "Stop it!" He took Rukia's hands and tried to push her out of his room but despite the small physique, a huge amount of strength lingers inside.

And so began the grapple of the season.

No one seemed to get tired. Nobody wanted to lose… until Ichigo accidentally stepped on a small carton wrapped with frilly ribbons. His foot slipped and he lost his focus on the struggle. Old man, he thought. Rukia, grasping Ichigo's hands, followed suit and started losing her balance too. "You clumsy, bastard," she muttered, and then, finally let herself fall down, using Ichigo's torso as her cushion.

"Ouch!" Ichigo shouted.

And his door suddenly slammed open. There was no time to react. The two looked at the direction of the noise, panting and sweating because of the heat and exhaustion. Uryuu, Inoue, Chad, and Renji were standing at the door, thrown by something they don't know. Out of the blue, Uryuu covered Inoue's eyes and whispered a short sorry, while Chad turned around and cleared his throat. Renji turned as red as his hair and spewed nonsense while Ichigo and Rukia were untangling themselves from each others' arms. He saw the frilly box near Ichigo's foot and curiously took it, bearing in mind that he must think straight and not think of… things. But, what was inside finally made Renji give in to temptation and shout, "Damn you, freakin' orange head! I'LL MAKE SURE THIS REACHES KUCHIKI-TAICHO!"

… Hello and welcome, summer!

Tadaima. :)

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