Konnichiwa, minnasan!

I know I'm somewhat a bit late on updating, but a lot's happening, and that includes my old laptop on my lap (?) and me having to trace back for memories of my fan fics and the rest of the chapters as I have a st—kind mother who,for some reason, accidentally deleted the folder for my fics. All of them. Erased. Not even available in the Recycle Bin.

Oh, Joy.

'Nyways, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimers: I own nothing, not even sh—wait, I owned the hotel! or was it inn... or cottage... hnn... *doze off*


In The White Room

Ichigo woke up with a yawn. He glanced around the room he is in right now.

The room was white with at least ten beds similar to the one he was resting on. They were medical equipments in the room. The cabinets and shelves were made of glass and many medicines and first-aid equipments were placed neatly in them. The room smelled like antibiotics, so he assumed it was the infirmary.

He saw two other people placed—or tucked in—on the beds next to him. Then he noticed that it was Ikkaku and Renji. Ikkaku was mumbling something that sounded like, "Help...please...spare..." then shivered. Renji, on the other hand, was sweating madly, while constantly yelling, "Gah! Save me! No more!" in his sleep.

'Are they having...nightmares?' Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows at the thought. Ichigo tried to move, but he felt sore. He was wrapped in bandages all over. 'Why am I wrapped in bandages?...' He closed his eyes to think. '...Oh yeah, Mirajane-san transformed into something else... Is she a demon in disguise? Or was that her bankai form?...'

His train of thoughts were cut off when a soft creak of the door went into his ears.

A female voice spoke gently, "...Are you awake? We're sorry. We got carried away,"

Lucy appeared behind the door, slowly coming in Ichigo's vision. She was holding a tray of soups in three servings, and a jug of water. And also a plastic bag.

Lucy slowly placed them on a small table not very far from Ichigo. She carried a bowl of the hot soup with both of her hands, before carefully putting it on the side table next to Ichigo's bed.

Ichigo paused at her actions before realizing that he was staring at the blond. "Uhh, thanks..."

Lucy looked up at Ichigo, then flashed a bright smile. "It's fine! It was mainly our fault that the three of you ended up in here. Sorry for taking your precious holiday time,"

Ichigo found himself staring at her again, surprised by the way she is speaking. Despite her revealing outfit, she speaks politely.

"... Oi, Ichigo, why're 'ya starin' at her?"

Ichigo flinched, startled by the familiar voice of the bald Third Seat of the Eleventh Division, Madarame Ikkaku, or as Yachiru calls him, Baldie. ...Yes, It's Baldie, not Barbie, people. And not Bucket either, though as tempting as it sounds, no.

"I'm not!" Ichigo immediately growled.

"... Well, he IS a pervert," spoke another voice, followed by a snicker by the owner of the voice, Abarai Renji.

"Should we call 'im 'Ichi-hentai' or does 'Ichi-ero' sounds better? What d'ya think, Ichigo? Hehe.." Renji taunted.

Ichigo kept quiet. All the taunting is making his anger about to burst, but since Lucy's here, he did NOT want to make an outburst.

Well, before his anger reached it's limit, Lucy stopped them from talking by wrapping her whip around them, head to toe, leaving only the eyes and nose free.

"Fleuve d'Etoiles," With a swift call, she managed to keep the two idiots quiet. "Now, now... patients should stay quiet until they're fully recovered..." Lucy threateningly said while pulling her Fleuve d'Etoiles little by little, tightening the grip on Ikkaku and Renji.

Ikkaku and Renji nodded furiously. Lucy gave a satisfied look and finally letting them go.

Lucy walked to a cabinet with many bandages in them.

Ichigo had been wondering for a while, and now, he finally had the guts to ask the blond beauty. "Hey, why's there so many first-aid stuff here?"

Lucy answered, "Oh? That's because everybody likes to fight and get injured, and we can't always rely on Wendy-chan when it comes to healing the patients. Nor we can ask your friends, since you all are also the guests here,"

"..." Ichigo gave an understanding look.

"Ha-ha, we're like that too, but getting hurt is prove that we're men," He said coolly. Lucy looked at him with an admiring glint in her eyes.

Groooowwlll...

But that one thing just ruined his moments.

"Bfft—GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Renji and Ikkaku were laughing animatedly on their beds, rolling, laughing, and crying at the same time.

Ichigo released a menacing aura, mainly aiming at the two. But stopped when Lucy giggled.

Lucy slowly took the bowl of hot soup, sat on the free space on Ichigo's bed, rested the bowl on her lap, and took a spoonful of soup before gently blowing it, making sure it was cool enough to eat.

"Say 'aahhh'..." Lucy held the spoon over to Ichigo's mouth. He subconsciously opened his mouth. The spoon went in his mouth.

"Does it tastes good? Was it too hot?" Lucy asked as she withdrew the spoon before taking another spoonful of soup.

Ichigo swallowed the soup. The hot liquid went down his throat. The soup was tasty and soothing as it passed his throat.

Ichigo beamed. "It tastes great! Who made it?"

Lucy showed a glad look, and said, "Me, of coarse!"

The blonde maiden continued feeding the injured carrot until the bowl was empty. While Ichigo was being fed, Ikkaku and Renji was watching them intensely.

Lucy noticed the two and took another full bowl, bringing it to the bed next to Ichigo's, which happens to be Ikkaku's.

Ikkaku watched every single move the key-bearer made.

She sat near Ikkaku, making him jerk back a little.

"Now, say 'aahh'..." She cooed. She made the same movements as she did to Ichigo. Ikkaku gulped before Lucy placed the spoon in his mouth.

Lucy made the movements repeatedly, amused by how pleased the bald man looks as he was being fed.

Ikkaku was crying animatedly, streams pouring down his cheeks, with a tint of red and a face full of happiness.

'This is heaven...!' he thought.

He too, cleared the bowl of soup in minutes. Ikkaku sprawled on his bed, thinking about things as Lucy went to take another bowl to feed Renji.

As she was feeding the man she injured, she asked, "Umm... Renji-san? Can I ask you a question?"

Renji nodded as he engulfed himself in the pleasure of being fed. By. A. Girl. A cute one, at that.

"Why is Ikkaku-san happy when..." Lucy asked shyly and glanced at the happily sleeping Ikkaku.

Renji gulped the liquid in his throat, and said, "Oh... that's probably because he came from the Eleventh Division,"

"What's the Eleventh Division?"

"Well... it's a place filled with rowdy men,"

'I bet Fairy Tail would fit it quickly...' Lucy sweat dropped at the thought.

"And there's no one there to take care of the injured ones like you do, so I think it's a new think for 'im,"

"But there's also others that tends to their wounds, right?"

"They are... but that's that. They don't take care of 'em after that... well, we have the Fourth Division for that, but not as nicely as you do. And they don't get fed by a cute nurse..." Renji mumbled the last sentence that came out like whispers.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

Renji shook his head and crashed on the springy bed, then let out a satisfied sigh.

Lucy got up and headed to the tray to put the used bowl. Then she picked up the jug and filled three glasses with water. She took all three glasses and set them down on the side tables next to the patients who were sleeping, or just closing their eyes.

Lucy then picked up the tray and headed to the door. She nearly toppled the half-filled jug and the bowls. Three spoons fell to the ground, making Lucy realize something.

"Shit! I accidentally used the same spoon three times!" she exclaimed.

The blondie immediately rushed out the door.

Natsu, Gray, Erza, and Happy was standing by the door.

"Why didn't you treat us like that when we're injured?" Natsu asked, annoyed.

"Shut up!" Lucy yelled.

The quartet, and the cat, walked away from the infirmary

As soon as their figures are far from the white room, Ikkaku's and Renji's eyes snapped open instantly.

They jolted from the lying position and harshly grabbed the glass of water on their side, trying to wash away the feelings on their tongues.

"Blegh—I just kissed you indirectly!" Renji stated annoyingly, while trying to scrub the taste off his tongue, as if his life depends on it. Check that, his pride depends on it.

Same goes for Ikkaku. He spat out on every opportunity he has, gurgling the water and spitting it out over and over again until he thinks the taste (of Ichigo) had disappeared.

Now, both of their tongues felt numb. Ichigo felt numb. Ichigo felt numb because he had been trying to hold back his laughter by biting his tongue.

And now, Ichigo had burst out laughing. The whole place could hear him laugh until the next day.

Renji and Ikkaku had been scarred now. And I'm in wonder on how Renji knows about indirect kiss. (Oops, I made him know that...)

...

Oh, and the plastic bag contains clothes the three idiots can change in.


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