Ichigo blearily opened his eyes, muscles tense and ready to kill. He could not believe that hat n clogs had got him... again.

He hesitantly sat up, ears searching for even the smallest sound, and looked around. He was in a room furnished white. With no signs of danger he observed the room in more detail. It was a fairly large room, with window on the wall opposite him; through the windows he saw blue and black dancing together, painting the glowing sky into a mix of colours, the crimson glow of the sunset leaving the earth for another day. The sky held pale stars which reflected in the pond outside the window, painting the murky waters gold.

He took notice of the pillowfied walls instead of the usual stone and the fact that other then the windows the only exit was a heavy metal door. The room was too easy to easy to escape from so something must be up. In fact, why did they have such a room in a school in the first place was what was going through Ichigo's head. But, something still wasn't right, it was too easy, he looked to the ground to see if there were any traps; Ichigo wouldn't put it past hat n clogs.

When finding nothing he laid back down and stared at the ceiling in deep thought, until he felt a numb achiness in his arms. He looked down and it all finally clicked into place.

Wrapped around his sleek body and binding his arms around his body was a straightjacket...a pink straightjacket. In his moment of pure revulsion he failed to hear the slow creak of the heavy metal door being opened by a tanned hand.

Cerulean eyes examined the strawberry sitting on the floor. He had soft orange hair which stuck up at any and all angles, weird, but it's not like he was one to talk with baby blue hair. He was skinny and had a gorgeous figure, rather feminine, but built with muscle. He had a sharp jaw and fairly large eyes. His gorgeous sun kissed locks fell down to brush across his shoulder blades (I know, longer then usual right?) complementing his tanned skin which was held tight over his muscles.

"Hey. Are you going to stare at me all day or what?" he drawled out in a voice so sexy he could make gods melt at his fingertips with a single word. Just thinking about what that voice would sound like, withering under him in pure ecstasy moaning ou-

"What? Are you deaf as well as an idiot?" The orangette exclaimed.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM," growled out the blue haired angel.

"hmmn, is this little conversation too much for your poor brain cells to handle. Well, to answer your question, frankly speaking, no. I mean, why would I be speaking to an ass wipe like you if I did?" He answered with just as much vigour and a smirk lying on his angelic features.

"Why...whyy you. I'm the king and no one, and I mean no one, is going to speak to me like that." He screamed.

"Jeez man, call your head," Ichigo said, looking the blue haired male up and down, "actually why don't you cool both of them" he said smirking at the barley visible bulge right where the others crotch should be, "fat" Ichigo stated, examining the other one closely.

He had blue eyes the colour of the sky on a clear day, and hair to match it. His blue hair was jelled up with two green-blue tattoos under his eyes. He was muscular and taller then Ichigo by at least an inch.

He was the complete opposite of the statement, ahh, but the fun of getting on the man's nerves.

"why you little ginge-" he started to say but was soon cut off by a hyped up blond man wearing his innocent grin, wellll, Okay, maybe not so innocent but, anyway, as I was saying( actually, more or less writing) cut off by a blond haired bunny high on sugar.

"Now, now, Ichigo~ be nice" sang the ever cheery Urahara, "there's no point stating out what we already knew"

"Kisuke," sang Ichigo in a sickening sweet voice, "do you mind telling me why I'm in a straightjacket and found myself, alone, in a room with an idiotic blueberry, ne, Urahara-san?"

Kisuke's grin dropped, and he started to slowly back out of the room, he drew out his fan, you could see each twitch of his fingers as he waited for the end.

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" he said.

Ichigo took a step forward whenever Kisuke took step back, a dark cloud hanging over his head. There was the sound of rustling as his straightjacket fell to the floor, then a clang when a knife was embedded into the wall right next to his head, a smirk adorning Ichigo's saintly face, yet again.

"Well, I think that answers your question" he stated in an impassive voice, fringe covering his eyes where a golden gleam could be seen only recognizable to those who knew him well.

He suddenly lifted his head up, a hardly noticeable gold hint to his hazel eyes. Urahara, recognizing the growing hint of gold turned tail and ran, leaving a very confused blueberry behind.

"Well, that was certainly, I must say. I never thought that that man would ever run from anyone. You must certainly be something; after all I cannot even pressure the man without keeping my sanity intact" stated a deep voice.