Disclaimer: Still don't own Bleach, and thief!Ichigo doesn't want to help me change that. After this, though, I can't say I blame him...
Damn. Damndamndamndamnit. She was awake, and he was there, and why wasn't he trying to get—
"Who're you?"
He blinked. She asked a black-garbed stranger breaking into her house in the middle of the night who he was?
"I'm a…" He glanced around, searching desperately for an answer other than 'burgler'. His gaze stopped at one of the many whimsical paintings on the walls. "…Trumpeter?"
I'm so dead.
"That's amazing!" The caramel-haired girl exclaimed. "I always wanted to play the bongos."
Or… not?
"Can I hear you play sometime, musician-san?"
No way, he didn't have a clue, no, no—"Sure."
A/N: *sniggers* What is it with me and whipped!Ichigo? She doesn't even know his name yet in this one, and she's already got him wrapped around her little finger.
If only I could wrap all of you around my little finger, too... I'd only use it to get you to review, though. But since I can't, I'll just threaten you with puppy dog eyes. Don't make me use them!