Bleach: The Great Story

Chapter 3: Good Night, Good Morning. or Cat and Mouse.

This chapter finally has some YoruxIchi romance, but I'm still gonna keep it semi- actioney. Enjoy

Ichigo walked into his living room, quite exhausted, confused, and eager. Exhausted because of his fight with Carmelita. Confused because of what she had said about the Vizard. Eager to see Yoruichi again, of course, although he still wasn't quite sure why. He staggered into his house to find his body slumped on the floor, and the Goddess of Flash sitting cross legged on his couch, casually flipping through late- night talk shows. The strawberry headed hero sighed and plastered his soul back into its mortal coil, slowly sitting up and rubbing his head, Ouch, I musta hit the floor harder than I thought. Ichigo was distracted by the light giggle of his guest, if, under the circumstances, she could be considered that.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty. You're a pretty sound sleeper ya know?" Yoruichi was clearly feeling much more chipper than she did a few hours ago. "That's a fine way to thank someone who saved your life, Yoruichi. No but seriously, make your self at home, you only knocked on DEATH'S DOOR tonight." Yoruichi only laughed a little bit harder this time, "Lighten up, Ichigo, you know how I like to tease, but you shouldn't yell at a recovering patient, bad for their health." Ichigo smiled a shy smile and stood up, stretched and yawned, "yeah well, I'm headed off to bed, I'm tired." "WAITTAMIN er, wait, Ichigo, wouldn't you rather sit with me on this lovely sofa for a while?" Yoruichi patted the cushion next to her, and smirked that taunting, inviting, coy smirk that she only did for Ichigo. "And why, Yoruichi, would I wanna do that, hmmmmmmm?" Ichigo knew what she was doing, he knew all too well, and decided that since turnabout's fair play, he may as well play the game of cat and mouse that he'd far too often been the mouse in. "Uh..erm...that is to say that..er...weeell..." The usually quick witted princess suddenely lost her mental foot hold on the conversation.

To try and describe the immensely comedic situation would be comedic in and of itself. OH how Ichigo wished he had a camera to forever commemorate this moment, Yoruichi was figitting with her hands, her feet took on personalities of their own, her golden, alert eyes were darting around the darkened room as if they would find some sort of magical 'get out of deep trouble free' card. And to top it all off, the flash goddess's mouth smiled and grimaced nervously every few seconds, Ichigo watched for a while and almost had it down to a rhythym: smile, figit, smile, gulp. Smile, figit, grimace, kick. After a few savory seconds, Ichigo very calmly walked over to his patient and leened in, causing Yoruichi to almost COMPLETELY loose her composure, and said "I'd love to, Yoruichi."

Hearing this restored the young woman almost to her normal state. Ichigo took his intended seat next to his house guest and began to drift off into slumber. Rather, he would have, but he felt something land on his lap: Yoruichi's head. She fell over onto his lap and intended to use it as her personal pillow! Ichigo didn't hesitate do ask her something along the lines of: "WHAT THE HELL YA DOIN'?!" to which the tired goddess immediately responded: "Didn't I tell you not to yell at injured people? Besides, I'm too tired to move, and I am a very, VERY light sleeper, so you better not move either, Ichi- kuuuuun." Ichigo wondered where 'kuuuuuun' came from, but decided to dismiss it and admit that he had once again lost the game of cat and mouse... to a cat. "Good night, Yoru- kun" were the only words he said to the snoring beauty before falling asleep. He began to dream of Yoruichi.

The next thing Ichigo noticed was that he was back in his inner world. The sky was an unusual rosey pink and felt an awful lot like morning. Zangetsu and Ichigo's hollow were standing side by side in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes. Zangetsu was the first to speak. "Ichigo, we must talk about matters that will have a substantial impact on your destiny, first and foremost: Shinji Hirako and his band of so- called 'masked soldiers'."

and so ends another chapter in the great story.

once more, all bleach merchandise, paraphanillia belongs to Tite Kubo. I'm just writing this story the way I wish the series would go.

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