AN: So, I decided that since the last chapter was so well received, I'd go ahead and write another, just for you guys. :P I think this has gone from something serious into something, not so serious. I guess I'll have to change of the genres to humor. xD

Ichigo found himself in the Soul Society, the bright blue sky above him, the soft green grass of the training ground beneath his feet, and Zangetsu comfortably sitting in his grip. Across from him on the other side of the field he spotted his sparring partner, his friend and Squad Six lieutenant, Renji Abarai.

Wasting no time he charged as his opponent slashing the air near his head, turning his head in time to watch him jump away and counter. Ichigo bounced back and leapt through the air, slashing downward, but Renji disappeared from view; Flash step.

It was an elegant dance, each man having strong attacks and also quick dodges. Neither was able to land a hit on the other. Renji brought in a hard attack to Ichigo's right, and he was just barely able to dodge, but Renji had left himself wide open. As Ichigo was going in for the first, and deciding, blow, a bright light momentarily blinded him. And again. And again. And again.

Ichigo had never seen this technique before, let alone from Renji. He then noticed a very irritating sound, click-click-click. He couldn't see anything and lights started dancing before his eyes. He knew that if he didn't do something he'd get hit. He blinked hard and when he opened his eyes he found himself… in his room?

He blinked a few more times, trying to orient himself. He rolled over to find Renji in the bed next to him, beautiful crimson hair askew, and snoring loudly.

"Good morning sleepy head! Although from the looks of it, it seems like you have plenty reason to be tired, Ichigo." Ichigo turned his head towards the speaker, and found himself looking at Kisuke Urahara, camera in his hands. He was suddenly aware of 3 things: He was naked, the blanket wasn't covering him, and Urahara had a camera. None of those were good things.

"Wha…What are you doing here Urahara? And what the hell…" Ichigo had a hard time staying awake, and couldn't focus very well, and ended up trailing off. "What the hell is that camera doing in your hand?"

Urahara merely grinned, pleased that he hadn't been attacked. "Well, you see Ichigo, I was here to find out if you had seen my personal slave around here. The shop needed cleaning, and he had been gone a long time. So, I stopped by here, and I found out that yes, you found him alright." He made an overarching gesture to the both of them in bed together. "And, as for the camera, well I was taking pictures of your Kodak moment. You should put them on your fridge. It'll look nice." He lowered his hat just enough to hide his eyes from view, as a grin spread wider and wider across his face.

Ichigo sat for a second, and when he realized what Urahara had done, his eye widened. "Fu… fucking bastard!" He made a lame attempt at reaching his arm out to grab Urahara, but all it accomplished was waking Renji up.

"What the hell are you doing Ichi-kun? Just go back to sleep…" Renji drowsily raised his hand up and shoved it into Ichigo's face, and shoved it back into the pillow.

"Ack! Renji! Gah…"

"What did he just say? Ichi-kun? That's a fitting nickname, Ichi-kun." Just when all three of them thought that Urahara couldn't grin any wider, he did. "Well Ichi-kun, seems like my business here is done. I'll be sure to print you some copies of these lovely pictures! A man must always remember the day he lost his cherry." And before any protest could be made, Urahara scampered off into the hallway, down the stairs and out the front door.

Ichigo groaned, realizing he couldn't do anything further, and frankly, was too tired to care. He laid his head back on the pillow and drifted back into sleep.

"Hey… How did Urahara know this was my first time?"

"It was painfully obvious Ichi-kun. You can thank me later."

AN: So… If it wasn't clear that first part was a dream. Haha I'm about as tired as Ichigo is right now. O.O I hate my coach… 6 water polo games, in a span of 5 hours. Gahhh. xD