A/N Hey. Well, this is just going to be a chapter or two of Ichigo and Kish living together before anything major happens again. By now, it's safe to assume that Kish has scrapped his plan because he loves Ichigo, so the "plan" from ch.1 is no more. I'm going to rate this higher for Kish's colorful language, and I'm recreating a scene from book 6. Nyaa the Final Fantasy 7 spoilers! Gomen nasai, I'm in an Advent Children mode. Please enjoy.

As soon as Ichigo returned and lugged all of her stuff from the carriage to her room, she made a point to avoid Kish all day at whatever means possible. Hopefully, by then he would have forgotten of forgiven her about the "incident" and will be his same old stupid self. However, she found this easier than she expected. Kish was nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day. The only thing that told her that he was still here was seeing Tart running up and down the stairs, carrying food, water, and other things to him.

"Tart!" Ichigo finally stopped Kish's servant. Mostly, Tart had avoided her, running up a back staircase or and sneaking around her. It had taken several tries to stop the nimble boy, but Ichigo prevailed eventually.

"Sorry, Ichigo-san, but I have to take this to Kish." Tart said quickly, attempting to weave around her. Ichigo put a firm had on Tart's shoulder.

"Speaking of which, where is he?" Ichigo asked. Tart sighed set the heavy pans that he'd been carrying on the floor.

"The prince is in a state of depression and needs a few days to calm down. It happens every now and then, especially when he gets dumped. When Mint dumped him he was, Ichigo? Are you okay?" Tart asked suddenly. Ichigo felt breathless, like she had when her dress was too tight.

"Mint and…Kish? Impossible." She muttered to herself. Tart gave her a strange look and took off during Ichigo's moment of weakness.

"Kish?" Tart peeked in through the slightly cracked door and stared at his master. It was not a pretty sight. Torn papers were strewn across the floor, and clothes and random items littered almost every surface. Suddenly he heard a sniffle from the bed. "Kish!" he cried and shook the lump on the bed.

"Tart, did you bring my frying pan?" Kish asked, poking his head out of the covers. Tart lifted the pan up to Kish. Kish examined it, pulling the covers down to his chest.

"It's the one you wanted. The heaviest in the palace." Tart gasped, bending over to catch his breath. "Why do you want a pan in the first place?" he asked, looking Kish in the eye worriedly. Kish raised it over his head. Tart whimpered and prepared to be knocked out with a heavy pan. However, Kish threw it over is servant into the wall.

"I felt like making a bang." He muttered. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of bed. "I'm going to go make up with Ichigo. Pie told me that it's what married couples do." He said. He walked out of his room, leaving his bewildered servant to contemplate what had just happened.

Ichigo had slowly wandered back to her room, pondering what to do until Kish forgave her. She had unpacked all of her clothes into a large dresser. Her other miscellaneous items were set in various places around the spacious room. Suddenly, she noticed a bookshelf on the far end of her room. It was funny that she'd never noticed it. Walking up to it, she saw a note. Kitty, all of these books are for you. I hope you can read. –Kish. Ichigo's eyes widened as she looked at the wide variety of books on her shelf. One in particular caught her eye. She pulled it carefully off the shelf and brushed some dust from its spine. Slowly, she made her way back to her bed and began to read.

"Hey! Tar-Tar! Over here!" a loud voice cried. Tart caught his breath and glanced out his window. The infamous Pudding Fong was in a tree, waving exuberantly with one hand and clinging to a branch with the other. Tart threw the window open in exasperation

"Pudding, what are you doing up there? It's twenty feet up!" he yelled. Pudding only grinned and spun around to where she could stand on the windowsill.

"I wanted to see where you lived, so I followed you home na no da!" she grinned, clambering through the now-open window.

"Na no da?" Tart asked. He tried to block Pudding from getting into his room, but she managed to swing around.

"Well, recently I've been very happy na no da. A lot of work was taken from my shoulders na no da! So, I just kinda started saying na no da." The girl reasoned. She began to poke around Tart's "room" (which was actually a coat closet with a window and a bed).

That was how most days passed for quite some time. Each day, Ichigo would eat and then wander back up to her room to read the books Kish had supplied for her. Kish would search frantically for Ichigo, and then go sulk in his room. Pie would go talk Kish into getting out of his room. Pudding would climb the tree outside of Tart's room and somehow manage to sneak in. Tart would feebly attempt to stop her and fail miserably. Everything fell into routine.

"Ichigo, honey! Where could you be, kitty?" he asked. He'd searched everywhere for Ichigo except for her room. He would search in there, but he wouldn't want to barge in on her changing.
"When are you going to check Ichigo's room? It's obvious that she's in there." Tart smirked, strolling over to his master.

"What if she's changing?" Kish asked. Tart gave him an are-you-really-asking-me-that-question look.

"She can't be changing all day, Kish. Go see her. If you don't, your love problems will never be solved na no da." Tart clamped a hand tightly across his mouth. Did I just say…na no da? He asked himself.

"Don't go there, Taruto. I know that you're madly in love with Pudding and you're just too stubborn to admit it." Kish said, walking away from his servant slowly.

"I'm not I love with that imbecile! She's just persistent and really annoying! Who told you that lie anyways na no da?" Tart shouted. Kish turned around and raised an eyebrow. "I'll be going now, na no- mmph." Tart mumbled into his hand and ran towards his room

Ichigo sniffled and allowed a tear to drip from her cheek onto the book she held in her now-trembling hands. She heard a knock and roughly brushed the tear from her cheek.

"Come in!" she yelled, attempting not to sob. Kish opened the door a sliver and poked his head through.

"Hey kitty." He said. When Ichigo did not run up and slam the door in his face, he took the opportunity to sneak inside. He closed the door behind him and sauntered up to Ichigo.

"Uh, hello Kish." Ichigo greeted. She attempted to shove the book under the covers, but Kish was too quick and stole a glance at the cover.

"Advent Children hmm? Sill kitty, Final Fantasy hasn't been invented yet. Heck, TV's haven't even been invented! Setting that aside, why are you reading that?" Kish asked. Ichigo then began to describe the death that Kadaj had died. Kish rolled his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" he asked suddenly. Ichigo sniffled, but did not answer. Kish tilted her face up to his.

"Let go of me, Kishu." She muttered, trying to shake her head free. Kish gripped her hand tightly.

"I've missed you, honey. You need to come out more." He whispered softly. He kissed her, but Ichigo did not respond.

"Tar-Tar!" a tapping noise came from Tart's window. Tart pretended to ignore it. However, the tapping got louder and louder until it was almost unbearable. Finally, with a weary sigh, he opened his window to admit Pudding into his room.

"There you are na no da! I was afraid that you weren't in her na no da." Pudding said. She hopped onto his bed and sat herself down with a plop.

"Pudding, get off of my bed!" Tart yelled. He leaped onto his bed behind Pudding and attempted to shove her off. Pudding gripped the edge of the bed and clung on.

"I don't want to na no da! I want to sit on your bed na no da!" she responded. She rolled over and pinned Tart to the bed. The springs groaned and squeaked, but neither noticed.

"Pudding, get off of the bed now!" he forcefully pushed her back onto her back so that he was on top of her once more.

"Why should I na no da?" Pudding asked. She clawed at his hair, face and arms and attempted to right herself. However, Tart had pinned her tightly down.

"Because I said so na no da!" Tart yelled back. They both froze in place. Pudding raised her head until she was almost nose-to-nose with Kish's brown-haired servant.

"You said na no da." She said incredulously.

When Kish finally pulled away from Ichigo, she shoved him back and jumped from her bed, looking furious.

"Kishu, would you stop kissing me like I'm your toy! You don't get it! I don't love you Kish! Please, just let me go home!" she yelled.

"We're married, and I love you, so that's that! You can't leave." Kish countered. "I will make you love me the way I love you!" Kish yelled.

"I will never love you, because my true love is Masaya! Ma-say-a, get it? Is it clear enough to get through your thick skull?" she yelled. Suddenly, Ichigo found herself on the ground, her hands pinned to the ground and Kish's face a few inches from hers.

"Damn it Ichigo! Forget about that damn Masaya! I love you, and you're mine now! Why can't you just forget about him?" he asked. He kissed her forcefully, but Ichigo managed to shake him off.

"Kish, get off!" she cried. She tried to pull a hand free, but that only made Kish hold on tighter.

"I love you so much, but you love him so much." Kish stammered. A tear dropped from his cheek onto her face. Ichigo gasped as Kish wiped it off with his hand. Ichigo took the moment to break free of his grasp, but Kish wasn't trying to hold on anymore. All of the sudden, he was sobbing and gasping as tears rolled off of his cheeks.

"Kish." Ichigo said softly, reaching a hand out for him. Kish grabbed it tightly. Ichigo winced in pain, but did not try to pull away.

"What can I do, Ichigo? Damn…damn it. What can I do to make you love me?" he gasped. He kissed Ichigo again, but Ichigo made no attempt to pull away. It was obvious that Kish needed to be loved right then.

Tart was bright red. He pulled his hands away from Pudding and Pudding scrambled to sit up. She leaned in close to him and felt his head.

"You don't have a fever na no da." She muttered to herself. She gave him a quick examination, then huffed in exasperation. "There's nothing wrong na no da! Then why did you say na no da?" she asked Tart inquisitively. Tart put his hand on her cheek.

"You've got it drilled into my head," Tart kissed Pudding quickly but firmly, "na. No. Da." He turned bright red and motioned out the window. Pudding walked over to the window and jumped out in a daze.

A/N It's finally done! We're nearing the end of the Pudding/Tart subplot, but Kish/Ichigo still has a long way to go. Also, Ichigo does not have feelings for poor Kishu-kun yet. She was just trying to be comforting. She still hates him (mostly). Please review and keep reading.