First "episode" if you will ^^

Episode 1

"Why are you in the kitchen?"

Rukia's head popped up from behind the kitchen counter. Her eyes peeked just above and her nose pressed into the ledge. She gave him a hard, dead-pan stare.

"Because…" she mumbled.

"What?" He stuck an ear out, eyes squinting. "C'mon Rukia, you need to get out of there. You've been in here ever since we've closed up. You have school tomorrow, and I don't want another call from the teachers saying that you've fallen asleep through another lesson."

Standing up suddenly, she huffed and crossed her arms. Her lower lip protruded as she pouted.

"Well then tell me where you put them." She demanded.

There was a moment of silence as he stared at her in confusion. He tilted his head. "Huh?"

This didn't put Rukia into a better mood. She frowned even more, lips sinking deeper.

"Tell me where they are," she repeated. Again, with him giving her that same confused look, he prodded her to explain further.

"Tell you where what are?"

She threw down her arms, exasperated. He stepped back, a little shocked. He wasn't used to her hissy fits. They were rare and hardly lasted long; still, he found them annoying and hard to deal with. Even after all these years. Sometimes, until she broke into one of her little tantrums, he forgot that she was only sixteen.

"Tell me where they are!" Her voice raised and he winced at the pitch of her tone.

"Again, Rukia," he said slowly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"No I don't."

"Yes you do!"

He sighed. "If you aren't going to tell me what it is you think I know," he started slowly, "then I'd suggest you just start doing so while moving your ass up those stairs." He pointed to the door in the back of the kitchen, open wide with old wooden stares that lead to the upstairs loft area. "Because if not, I'm going to carry you up those stairs whether you like it or not."

"Ichigo…" Rukia groaned. Her head tilted back to look at the ceiling, her moan coming out low and whiny. Slumping her shoulders, she let out a long winded sigh. "…my Chappy marshmallows…"

And her serious face let him know she was being serious.

"Hah?"

"Ichigo!"

"Wait – wait – wait – wait – wait – wait – wait… You're telling me, you won't go to bed, because you can't find…" He thought about her words again, still finding them ridiculous. "…Chappy… marshmallows?"

She nodded, as though never agreeing to something direr than the situation at hand. And for a moment, he had forgotten that sometimes, she could even act younger than sixteen. And suddenly, without warning, he burst into laughter. Bent over, hands over his stomach, he was laughing hard enough that his stomach began to hurt.

"That's why you won't go to bed?" He said between snorts.

By this point, Rukia's cheeks were puffed and her face flushed red.

"H-hey, this isn't a laughing matter!" She stammered, a bit put off by Ichigo's amusement of the whole ordeal. "I'm serious. Where are my Chappy marshmallows?"

Ichigo didn't cease his laughing, only breathed harder. "Okay, okay, Rukia…" He heaved, "There are some marshmallows in the bottom cabinet. Come to bed when you've gotten your fill of that sugary stuff."

"Ichigo, I don't want the normal marshmallows!" Rukia screamed. "This happens every time! Last month it was under the bed." She ran around the counter, stopping to point an accusing finger at Ichigo. "The month before that it was behind the mirror. And the month before that it was in the customer bathroom! You don't think I notice? Now tell me where you hid them this time!"

Her face was almost as purple with childish rage. She was up on her tip-toes, trying her hardest to seem threatening and large. But she hadn't really realized, it was hard to take her seriously when she was still clad in her Chappy night gown. Sighing, Ichigo rolled his eyes and pinched her nose playfully.

"When you're done, I'd get to bed."

At first she was in shock, rubbing her nose gently. Then she realized that Ichigo had brushed past her and was already making his way up the back stairs.

"Oi, Ichigo," she called out. "Ichigo!"

He paused and looked back, flashing a smug smirk. She did her best to keep a tempered face but really, she wanted to go to bed too. He could see it, the way her eyes drooped a little. It had been a long day. No busier than usually, but still, she was tired and needed her sleep.

"Check the oven."

Suddenly, she perked up. Looking over her shoulder to the oven in the corner, she passively walked over to it, bent down, and turned on the light. There, sitting slumped between the two levels was a bag labeled "Chappy Wonder-mallows". Her face lit up. A broad smile plastered on her face, she opened the oven door and pulled out the marshmallows. Jumping up and down, she quickly opened it and popped one into her mouth, smiling profusely.

"Happy now?" Ichigo asked from the stairs. He peaked down, just to see her grinning expression.

"Thank you Ichigo," she said.

He rolled his eyes. He really did forget sometimes that she was only sixteen.

"C'mon Rukia," he prodded, "let's get to bed."

"Alright, alright." She sighed. Tying up the marshmallows, she set them on the counter and walked to where Ichigo stood. Putting her hand on his lower back, she pushed him up the steps. "C'mon, you should get to bed."

"You're telling me that?" Ichigo walked extra slow, if only to rile her up a bit more.

"Yeah, now get up there, I'm tired too!" She pushed harder. He laughed.

"Okay Rukia…"

He stopped altogether.

"Ichigo, damn it, move you're lazy ass-,"

She gasped. Ichigo hadn't warned her when he decided to spin around and suddenly pick her up from the waist. Her head was hanging down his back and her feet flew into his face. And as much as she protested and threatened to kick him in the head, he knew she wouldn't. So he just patted the back of her knees with one hand and started walking up the steps, that same smug smirk on his face.

"Told you I'd carry up the steps," he stated proudly.

With the blood rushing to her head on ears, and being completely exhausted from a normal day's work, she didn't have the energy to argue much further. Instead, she just crossed her arms and waited till he had made it to the top and set her down on the bed. She waited till he had turned off the lights, and collapsed just beside her, legs stretched out and arms lazily falling off the sides. And even in the darkness, she could tell that he was still smirking.

She rolled her eyes. Sometimes, she completely forgot he was nineteen.

End Episode 1

Haha... so yes, Rukia wanted her Chappy marshmallows and Ichigo just likes messing with her xD And yes, three year age gap... hey, even if this is an "episodic fic" I still have some back history for them ;) Yeah, can't stay away from even a little plot -.- Still trying to get used to fluffy talk/writing...

Please review if you can and I'll update as soon as possible!