Ichigo's POV
"Guess what day it is today? And it's a good thing too!" Rukia strikes a silly pose. I look up and scowl at her.
"What do you want, Rukia?" Her face does the classic "sweat drop", and she scowls back.
"It's Friday jackass. And I'm out of clean clothes." She crosses her arms. What am I supposed to do about it? Sure, I've done her laundry before, only because they were actually Yuzu's clothes. Now she has her own. This could be fun. I stretch lazily and yawn.
"Naawww, I don't feel like it." I resist a smirk, because I know that would piss her off. As fun as it would be to get my ass beaten for the third time this week, I'd rather watch her do laundry. I turn back to my manga.
"You lazy ass! I said I have no clean clothes. And it's Friday so you have to do your laundry. May as well do mine at the same time." She crossed her arms, as if meaning the end of conversation. I'm not that weak.
"No." I look at her, challenging her.
"Ichi-GO!" Did, did she just stamp her foot? Holy shit, she did!
"Did you just stamp your foot! Hahahaha!" I was rolling around on my floor, laughing my ass off. Now I was pissing her off. Crap, Stick to the plan Ichigo… I clear my throat and sit up.
"Why don't you do your own laundry?" I didn't have to do mine yet. I still had two or three days of clean underwear, after that I was screwed.
Her eyes lit up when I said that. They kind of sparkled a little.
"Really? I will! YAYAYAYAY!" She was already half way down the stairs when I remembered something.
"DON'T FORGET THE SOAP!"
"WHATS THAT?"
"THE PINK CONTAINER!"
"ICHIGO HOW MUCH DO I USE?"
"ALL OF IT!" I didn't care if I had to clean it up, it was so gonna be worth it to see the look on her face.
About half an hour later she walked bank into my room, soaking wet. I smirked, and only succeeded in not bursting out laughing by occupying my eyes with the manga I was reading. She noticed.
"Whatever. I did laundry. Nii-sama will be so proud…" She looks away wistfully. Whatever.
"Oh and Ichigo, I had enough time, so I did your laundry too! But there wasn't enough soap so I used the other container." Other container? The only other thing down there was... Oh Shit. I ran down the stairs, Rukia poking her head out the door to see what the hell I was doing. She followed me. As I reached the laundry room, I sank to my knees.
Rukia's laundry was whirling around in the dryer, bubbleless. Damn, there must have been less soap than I thought. That backfired…
That means my load… I open the lid slowly, and the strong smell of bleach invades my nose.
"Damn it Rukia! How much did you use?" I pulled out a shirt that was once red, now it was a fading pink.
"Umm, you said use all of the soap. Since it was all gone, I used all of the white soap." She looked innocently at me. I couldn't even get mad, it was my fault.
"That's not soap, that's bleach." Her eyes widen.
"What's bleach?" I say nothing, and just leave my clothes. I walk upstairs, and she follows me.
"It's nothing. But from now on I will do all the laundry, got it?" She looks at me, confused. I could have swore I saw her eyes flash a little, but she covered it up quickly. Wait a minute…
"Ok, whatever you say, Ichigo." She ran off to my room, probably to read her gay manga.
I think for a minute. We never use bleach. Ever. If I tried hard enough, I could even smell it from out here. So why was there a brand new bottle? What the hell…
Holy shit! She planned that, that bitch!
"RUKIA YOU FUCKING MIDGET!"
This drabble set will have some ties to the iPod Shuffle Challenge FLUFF, but this is set before 423, 424. To clarify, Ichigo still has his powers and Rukia is living with him.
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