To those of you who know me from the story, Interview: Bleach Pairings, my sister told you about me, didn't she? She told you about the bet we had? Yeah, I lost and had to post a story. She beat me on Guitar Hero…I don't want to talk about it…

Rule Number Three

For the two in junior high; your grades are now up online. I can check to see if your homework is completed or not, so don't lie about it. You will be caught. That goes for you too, big guy.

Ichigo came home and found his wife humming happily to himself. Hisana was peacefully playing with her toys in the kitchen, surprisingly not causing any trouble like she usually does. Ichigo tossed his keys on the counter, signaling that he was home. Rukia turned to him and smiled, a sight he loved coming home to, whenever she wasn't snapping due to stress.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." He said after Rukia welcomed him home with an eager kiss. Rukia grinned as she hopped up and sat on the counter top.

"Yup, I got all of my work done so I didn't have to bring any home. Hisana had slept all afternoon at Yuzu's place, so she isn't at all fussy today. Renji came looking for you, but you weren't home, so he took the boys out to the local arcade, giving me time to cook dinner and clean the house a bit. I was able to do all the laundry, and clean out our closet; I forgot how much crap we had in there." Rukia told him, still smiling. "I also found Hiro's old stuffed lion."

"You mean that creepy little doll he named Kon? He was already getting too old for that thing, so I hid it. I completely forgot about it until you brought it up." Ichigo said.

"It was you? Hiro cried for it for days," Rukia said, frowning, but then she smiled again. "It's okay, though, he got over it." She told him. "It won't be long before the kids come home." She told him, smiling slyly as she held out her arms.

"Ah, I see where you're getting at." Ichigo said, going to her. He pressed his lips against her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

"I love you, you know." She told him between kisses.

"You have a crappy way showing it." He told her, pulling his head back. Rukia rolled her eyes, but the smile didn't slip from her face.

"You used to bully me back in high school, it wasn't until later that I found out it was because you liked me." She told him. "So I'm only mean to you because I love you."

"Wrong, I bullied you because you annoyed the hell out of me with your high and mighty attitude, thinking you were better than everyone else. Then I bullied you because I liked you." He explained. Rukia stared at him.

"Wait, so all of that stuff you did at the beginning was because you wanted to be a jerk?" She asked him. Ichigo nodded and shrugged.

"Yeah."

"You are so lucky I'm in a good mood." Rukia grinned, pulling him down for another sweet kiss. She felt like a teenager again; she vaguely thought of all the times she snuck out of her brother's house in order to go hang out with Ichigo back in their high school days. He'd always bring her back at dawn, right when her brother woke up; they would both fall asleep in class due to staying up all night.

They heard the sound of a car pulling up on the driveway, followed by the opening of car doors, and the animated talk of two boys and an overgrown child. Ichigo and Rukia gave each other a few more kisses before Ichigo pulled away in time to see his kids entering the kitchen, followed by Renji.

"I didn't cheat! I would never cheat!" Hiro exclaimed at Renji.

"Guy, driving your car into mine and making me drive off the road, that's cheating, video game or not." Renji replied.

"It's not called cheating, it's called improvising in order to come to the top." Ichigo said, sticking up for his son.

"Yes, thank you Dad." Hiro said.

"What kind of crap are you teaching your kids, Ichigo?" Renji asked.

"Good crap." Ichigo replied.

"Mom, Hiro said that if I lost to him in racing, that I would have to eat his veggies. Do I have to eat his veggies?" Kenta asked, looking up at his mother. Rukia stared at her youngest son, who had inherited her violet eyes and black hair; Hiro looked more like Ichigo than anyone else.

"No, you don't have eat his vegetables." Rukia said. "Go wash your hands, dinner is ready, Renji, do you want to stay for dinner?" Rukia asked her old friend.

"Sure, why not. Tatsuki is out of town visiting her parents." Renji said.

"Oh, how is she? She shouldn't be traveling much now that's she's pregnant." Rukia said, getting off the counter in order to go take some plates out from the cupboards.

"Again." Ichigo said, picking up his wife in order to help her retrieve the plates.

"Speaking of the pregnancy, they're boys." Renji said. Rukia beamed at the news.

"Really? That's great!" She exclaimed.

"You'd think after three girls, you'd have given up by now." Ichigo said, earning a quick jab to the stomach from Rukia's elbow. "Wait a sec, did you say they're boys?"

"Hell yeah I did, twins. Am I a man or what?" Renji asked.

"That's even better news! Isn't it great, Ichigo?" Rukia asked him.

"Last time we tried, we got mini-Rukia over there." Ichigo said, nodding towards the living, which had gone strangely quiet.

Rukia paled. "Oh no, that usually means-" She was cut off by something making impact against a fragile surface, followed by a giggle. The three grown-ups raced into the living room and found Hisana clapping her hands together, grinning up at them happily, a large crack on the television screen.

"My television!" Ichigo yelled in shock.

"No, Hisana, that was really bad of you!" Rukia cried, picking up the baby girl.

"That really sucks." Renji said, staring at the cracked screen.

"Ichigo rarely watched it. Think of it as a good thing, hon, at least the boys will get out more." Rukia tried to lighten the mood, but Ichigo wasn't listening.

"My television…"

…

Rukia took hold of her laptop and quickly checked to see if her files were in order before work the next day. It was almost bed time, and she had told the kids to go shower before heading off to bed. Before shutting it off, however, she went to the website of the school her boys went to. She clicked into the parent log in, and typed in her username and password.

A few minutes later, her eyes narrowed.

She heard her two sons coming down the stairs. "We're heading off to bed, good night!" Hiro called.

"Night, Mom!" Kenta called.

"Oh, boys! Before you leave, can I ask you something?" Rukia asked them in a light voice. She smiled at them innocently as the her sons walked up to her.

"Yeah, Mom?" Hiro asked.

"You two did your homework today, right?" She asked.

Hiro shrugged. "I didn't have homework today, my teacher said that she was going to be out tomorrow and the next day, so she didn't assign homework for me."

"My teacher just didn't assign anything." Kenta said. Rukia nodded as if she understood.

"Oh, okay, so I'm guessing the history project that you were assigned, Hiro, is not really due next Monday because your teacher will be out? Am I correct? And Kenta, your teacher might have made a mistake and meant for your homework to be due some other day and not tomorrow, right?" She asked them. The boys paled as their mother glared at them.

"Er…yeah…?" Hiro said.

"Don't. Lie. To. Me." Rukia said in a low voice.

"I was going to work on the project this weekend!" Hiro cried, trying to save himself.

"I just forgot! Thanks for reminding me, I'll go do it right now!" Kenta said rather frantically, going off to get his work.

"I'll help him with it!" Hiro said, going after him.

"Stop right there, you two, and come here, I wasn't done talking to you." Rukia called out to them. Both boys froze and then sighed in defeat as they approached their angry mother.

"The first thing the two of you should do when you come home from school is do your homework. I trust the two of you to get it done, and I think it's ridiculous that I have to go on the internet in order to check if you did it. Hiro, if you get a project, don't procrastinate and work on it the weekend before it's due, you had three weeks to work on it. Kenta, you shouldn't lie to me, period." She reprimanded them. The two boys hung their head.

"We're sorry, Mom…" They mumbled, not looking her in the eye.

"No electronics for three weeks." She told them in a matter-of-fact tone. "Do you want to go for five?" She asked when they opened their mouths to protest.

"No…" They finally said.

"Good to see that you understand where I'm coming from. Now, Kenta, go get your homework and work on it, Hiro, I want you to start on your project." She told them.

"Now?" Hiro asked in slight disbelief.

"Yes, now. If you want to complain, think twice before you lie to me again." She told him.

"You want me to work on it all night?" Hiro asked.

Rukia crossed her arms. "Not all night, only until I say it's okay to stop. It will turn into an all nighter if you don't go and get your work." She said, making the boys dash upstairs to get their work.

A few minutes later, Rukia watched her boys like a hawk as they lazily worked on their school stuff at the kitchen table. It was nearing eleven-thirty when they heard footsteps. Ichigo appeared and found his family sitting at the table.

"What the hell? It's late." He said.

"I know that, Hiro and Kenta thought it would be okay to lie about their homework, so I'm making them work on it now." Rukia stiffly explained. Ichigo sighed and shook his head.

"Don't keep them up too late, Rukia, they have school tomorrow." He said, turning to head back up stairs.

"Ichigo." Rukia called to him, not looking at him as she continued to watch her sons.

"What?"

"You were supposed to balance the checks days ago, yet you haven't." She said.

Ichigo looked like he was trying to come up with a good excuse. "Oh, er…"

Rukia then pointed at the table where check books were piled in a small stack. "Now I know where the boys get it from. Get to it." She said. Cursing under his breath, Ichigo walked to the table.

"Scoot over." He told Hiro, and his son made room for his father to sit. Rukia Kurosaki leaned back in her chair as she watched her boys.

Glad to see she still had some Kuchiki in her.

Chapter three done.