This Means WAR

Ch 3

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"He's going to murder you in your sleep Ichigo."

"Rukia if I want your opinion I'll ask for it. Now hand me the screw driver."

Reaching into the tool box, the black haired woman handed the man under the kitchen sink his desired item. "This is really gonna piss him off you know. You know how much he hates it when he can't figure something out."

"You see this?" Popping his head out from underneath the kitchen sink, Ichigo pointed to his still blonde colored hair and Rukia nodded, laughing. "That's all the more reason why this has to be done."

"Just get it dyed back to your normal color." Rukia shook her head and sighed. Practically everyone knew of this little feud going on in the Kurosaki household; hey it was kinda hard not to notice something was up when you took a look at Ichigo's new… hair style.

"It happened two days ago. If I dye it again I'll be like Ikkaku!" Ichigo cried out from his place in the cabinets. That was one thing he never wanted to happen to him… going bald… Ichigo shuddered at the thought of having no hair.

Fiddling some more underneath the sink, Ichigo pulled himself out from the confined area and sat up. "Oh yeah… this is so going to piss him off."

"You're going to be in so much trouble Ichigo."

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No matter how many times he saw Ichigo, Toshiro couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the others' hair. It was way too funny… Mean? Nah. The guy was asking for it. Ichigo always did take too much pride in keeping his hair nice. Yumichika must be rubbing off on him.

Toshiro snickered again as he watched the elder male enter the kitchen and open the fridge.

"Hey Shiro, what do you want for dinner?" Ichigo stood gazing into the almost empty refrigerator.

Pursing his lips, the younger of the pair contemplated the question. "Hm… let's just do some quick stir-fry?"

"Sure." Grabbing a few items for the meal, Ichigo shut the fridge and began making dinner while Toshiro set the table.

Washing the broccoli head in the sink, Ichigo smirked when his plan was set in motion. Poor think-to-much Toshiro…

Later on that night, when they finally turned in for much needed sleep, Toshiro's teal eyes glared heatedly at the ceiling. There was this small… dripping noise that had been irking him for the past hour. He had gotten up and cranked the faucet off but… nothing. Toshiro decidedly turned back to go to bed to try and block out the noise to no avail.

It was fucking four in the morning and he wanted to have a peaceful sleep dammit! Turning over towards his snoring partner, the white haired boy shook Ichigo's arm. "Ichigo…"

No response.

"Ichigo…"

Still nothing.

Damn Ichigo's ability to sleep through anything. It was up to him to fix it! This matter would not simply be neglected. Slipping out of bed and padding down the hall towards the dreaded dripping faucet, Toshiro glared at it (as if that was going to make it stop).

How does one fix this anyways? Household maintenance was in Ichigo's line of work, not his. Flipping the knob to turn the water on, Toshiro waited a few seconds for the water to flow then turned it off, hoping that it might have worked.

Drip.

Toshiro growled, turned the knob again and then turned it off. He waited for a hopeful five seconds before the grating noise was heard yet again.

Drip.

"One more time…" Toshiro whispered before doing the same thing again. This was the only thing he could think of. Maybe he wasn't turning the faucet off all the way? A little tighter next time...

In the bedroom, Ichigo grabbed his pillow and smashed it against his face, trying to hide his silent laughter that wanted to erupt. For the past hour all he heard was the sound of Toshiro's cursing and the water turning on and off.

He knew Toshiro wouldn't be able to just leave it till morning.

Back in the kitchen with a mighty angry Toshiro, it finally dawned on him that Ichigo probably did something to it. Heck they were in this battle so he wouldn't put it past the elder to try something like this.

Fine… Ichigo thought he won this round but… kneeling down and opening the sink cabinet in the kitchen, Toshiro gazed around the piping and knobs. He would live up to his name as the child prodigy god dammit! There was nothing he couldn't figure out!

When the sound of Toshiro's cursing and water running stopped, Ichigo thought that the boy had finally given up… but when he didn't return to bed, the bi hair colored male began to wonder…

TBC

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