3- Script Disaster

"Literally?"

"No!!" Ichigo fumed, taking another sip of his float. Letting out a sigh after he swallowed, the young Soul Reaper separating the straw from his mouth, glancing to the side with furrowed brows. "Why didn't I tell Keigo no…?"

"Because, you're too soft."

"As if!" the teen growled, tossing the finished ice cream float in a trash bin, Uryu swallowing the last of his food, both squaring off again, yet not with attacks. Separating from the contest first, Ishida sulked into the construction sight, readying his bow, Ichigo leaning against the fence, not bothering to go Soul Reaper. "Ah…come on, my body hurts. You got my left forearm, grazed my side, and practically shot my right arm off! I'm tired."

"Ichigo, you have to be ready for the play."

"Yeah, yeah, I know,"

"It's in two days,"

"I know, I-"

"You didn't, did you?" Uryu groaned, dropping his head with a look of disbelief. "By gods, Ichigo, are you that dense?"

"Ah…let's just say I lost track of the days?" he nervously chuckled, bringing his shoulders up, looking so dumbfounded, yet still the same Ichigo Uryu's known for a long while. "B-Besides…I'm ready for it anyway, I practiced my dialogue that I know it like the back of my hand!"

"Oh, that's something we need to work on too. If we can be in tune with our characters together…" the Quincy thought aloud, Ichigo quirking a brow. "…then it'll be easier for us to go on with the play, maybe…"

"Luckily for YOU, I brought my script, and it has your parts as well." the young Kurosaki bragged, seeing Uryu frown. "Shall we get started?"

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"Strawberry, how's rehearsing going?!" Keigo beamed, wrapping his arms around the unsuspecting teen's neck, since he was reading his lines. "Ooh…memorizing the lines, huh? Nice, so…how's Uryu? With your teamwork I mean."

"Mmm…it could be better, but, I don't care." Ichigo mused, glaring at the brunette. "Now let go and bug off so I can study!!"

"Touchy, touchy, chill, I was only asking." Keigo smiled, laughing as he turned and walked off towards Oriheme, both excitedly talking about the play, only aggravating the aggravated teen more. Looking over at Uryu, he noticed that he was out of his seat and relocated somewhere.

"Kurosaki,"

"HAH!!" His head snapped up, blinking and then frowning, seeing Uryu stand there with a smirk.

"You sounded surprised."

"N-No! I just didn't think that you'd -"

"After school, you want to study the lines together at your place again?"

"I…guess?"

Ichigo quirked a brow, yet shrugged once Uryu went over to the teacher, talking about something he couldn't catch, but he went back to studying his lines, which was becoming a hassle since everyone kept asking Keigo the ending, which he wouldn't tell.

Shutting the script, he leaned back on his chair, thinking about things, about the play. Thinking up the type of endings he knew Keigo would put. As his mind kept going, he began to nod off, since he stood up late after Uryu left the night before.

Not only trying to memorize the script, but trying to get in 'tune' with his character.

Sighing, the orange haired teen fell into sleep's bliss.

Uryu walked over to Keigo with demanding eyes. "Tell me the ending, Keigo."

"Nope, I can't, it's a surprise so you have to memorize it before the play starts on the day it's on!" he laughed, grinning. The Quincy growled, nodding slightly. Walking off, Keigo scratched the back of his head, sighing with a look of guilt. "Mm…Ichigo would kill me."

"Why?" Oriheme asked, walking over with a bright smile. "Ichigo wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, you're right, Oriheme." Keigo nodded, agreeing with a smile.

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"Right where we left off, right?"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"No! I just wanna make sure!"

Uryu shook his head, both sitting on Ichigo's bed, the Soul Reaper flipping through the pages, both almost to the ending before they stopped, the end of the script. Uryu had perfectly bookmarked his, so he was already there.

"Okay…we left off at…" Ichigo scanned it, then nodded. "When I'm supposed to say: Damn! There's too many! …right?"

"Yes," Uryu sighed, both finally ready after a while of Ichigo having to find his line. "I agree…there are too many hollows."

Ichigo cursed Keigo for having this to be a fighting scene, they had to pretend that they had been fighting for hours, sounding like they had made-out with someone. And what would be worse is if his father was home when they practiced.

"Any ideas, Uryu?!"

"None that come to mind."

"This is stupid!!" Ichigo snapped, putting the paper down, frowning. Uryu looked up with those dark eyes, blinking as he watched Ichigo look out the window. "I can't do it…"

"Ichigo, we have to memorize these lines, after the play, we can forget all about it." Hearing this made Ichigo cross his arms, silent for a good five minutes, then picking the paper back up with a huff. "Ready?"

"Fine," he sighed. "Well…just attack them all, live or die?"

"It would seem that way, ready?"

"Yeah!"

Uryu took in some air then released it. "I won't let you get yourself killed, got that?"

Ichigo sort of had a tinge of red on his cheeks, really in tune with his character now, since he was supposed to blush at that comment and stutter. "Sh-Shut up…"

Uryu stopped reading, looking up at Ichigo, seeing that he was looking away from the script, placing his lines to the side, Uryu placed a hand on the left side of Ichigo's face, turning it so those brown eyes would be facing him. Leaning close with half-lidded eyes, Uryu also pulled Ichigo's face forward.

"U-Uryu?"

No reply passed Uryu's lips, and he connected them with Ichigo's, the orange haired teen shocked and surprised, stiff as Uryu pushed him down, the script in the lightly tanned teen's hands falling to the ground, the dark haired Quincy sliding a hand up Ichigo's shirt, a major blush on the Soul Reaper's face.

I was listening to "Spin me right round" while I was typing this, look for "Spin Me Right Round Hichigo"...to hear what I mean, and listen to it while you read this. Found on youtube.