"You ready, Toushirou?"
Sigh. "I'm only telling you one more time, Kurosaki…"
"I know, it's Hitsugaya taichou…"
I smirked as I tightened my swim shorts around my waist. "There you go; glad to know that you can say it," I jeered, grabbing a nearby towel and throwing it over my shoulders. Ichigo stood at the door, wearing blue swim shorts, sandals, and a white tank top; in the bag he had slung over his shoulder was another towel and sun screen. "I'm ready now…"
"Tch… about freakin' time," Ichigo stated as he opened the door. We were both surprised to see Ishida standing there, his eyes closed in frustration. "What's the matter with you?"
Ishida glared at Ichigo and growled, "I'm leaving."
"Eh? Why?"
"Dad found out I was rooming with three shinigami and wants me to return home as soon as possible," he explained.
"How did he find out? There is no way to access the room arrangements unless he was affiliated with Kisuke or me," I stated. Both Ishida and Ichigo turned their gazes to me.
"Why you?" the Quincy asked.
"I'm part of the reason why you original four were able to room. I originally had a room to myself as well, but Motsumoto broke into my office again and switched me so I was staying with her and Inoue," I replied.
"Oh…"
"So you're leaving now?" Ichigo asked, turning back to Ishida, who nodded.
"Yeah…"
Ichigo and I watched as Ishida packed his bags and trudged out of the room. "Have fun…" he stated before making his way down the hallway.
"I wonder how his dad accessed the information," I commented once Ishida had disappeared around the corner.
"Who knows? Maybe he hacked or something…"
"Oh, taichou, you're going to the beach too?"
I turned at the regretful familiar voice; damn it Motsumoto, why?! My fukutaichou was standing behind me and Ichigo, now only wearing a red two piece bikini with a loose robe draped over her shoulders; her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun. "…yeah…"
"Oh, are you going with Kurosaki-kun? How sweet," she commented, patting Ichigo on the shoulder; I looked up in time to see him blush slightly.
"Oh, konichiwa, Kurosaki-kun."
"Inoue! I didn't know you liked going to beaches," Ichigo stated as Inoue came up beside him. At least she was more modestly dressed than my fukutaichou was; sometimes, Motsumoto wore the strangest, revealing things that made me embarrassed just being around her (of course, I never showed her my true feelings.)
I eyed Inoue, who seemed to get way too close to Ichigo for my own comfort; was this jealousy rising up in my chest? Or was it a feeling of possession? I didn't know which, but either way, I wanted to get Inoue as far away from Ichigo as I could.
"How about we all go to the beach together?" Inoue suggested, as if to butt against my own thoughts.
"How about not?" I stated. I got a few confused looks at this statement.
"Why not taichou? This whole trip is to promote unity among the people and squads," Motsumoto stated.
"If you walk with us, people around us will suspect that we hired you from some sort of strip club," I replied, raising an eyebrow at my fukutaichou as if to make a point… cause I was. Motsumoto seemed to get it, at first… I drooped my shoulders when she just tied her robe tighter around her waist.
"That's better. See? Now I don't look like a slut," Motsumoto stated triumphantly. I sighed and turned away; her boobs were still hanging out everywhere, so she still looked like we hired her from a strip club.
"Fine… let's go…"
"Kurosaki-kun! Today's going to be so fun! Want to help me look for some crabs for tonight's dinner?" Inoue asked.
Ichigo smiled nervously in return; he stole a quick glance to me before responding, "Uh… sure?"
Inoue smiled; I nearly jumped out of the ceiling when she led him down the hall, grasping his wrist lightly in her gentle hands. "Let's hurry up then! I have a wonderful dinner planned!"
I turned to Motsumoto, who only grinned her usual stupid grin in response. "I'm sensing a little jealousy, taichou," she commented.
"Shut up," I stated, turning back around and stomping my way down the hall. I could hear Inoue's fading laughter as she and Ichigo walked out the door, leaving me and Motsumoto behind. I wish I could tell Inoue exactly what was on my mind, though I have a feeling she might start crying, and I wouldn't have a good record after that.
Back off bitch, he's mine!
"Taichou?"
"What?" I asked in frustration.
"Did you just say something?"
I froze in shock and slapped my hands over my mouth. Did I just say…?! "Uh… no, must be your imagination," I replied, managing to maintain my cool nature.
