Here's chapter four. Also, Rukia141 would like to say some things.

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She says hi…

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Rule Number Four

Hisana, diapers are to be worn at all times. I know you like commando, but my carpet doesn't.

Rukia carried the large basket of unfolded laundry upstairs and kicked her bedroom door open. She found her little girl already awake, hopping excitedly when she caught sight of her mother. "How did you sleep, love?" Rukia cooed, picking up her daughter and taking her out of the crib. She placed Hisana on the bed and began folding the laundry. It didn't take long for the baby to get down on the bed by sliding down slowly from the edge of the bed.

"Don't you touch anything." Rukia warned her daughter, but Hisana gave a toothy smile.

"Ma!" She called out.

"Yes?"

"Ma!" Hisana cried again, Rukia turned to her daughter.

"What is it?" She asked. The child then pointed at the lamp.

"Ma!" She said again.

Rukia shook her head and went back to folding laundry. Hisana walked to the night table and began to shake it violently, making the lamp dangerously tilt. Rukia scooped her daughter up just as the lamp toppled over. Thanks to her reflexes, however, she caught it with her free hand. Sighing with relief, she placed the lamp back on top of the night table and stared at Hisana.

"I love you to death, but Hisana, you make me want to jump out a window sometimes." Rukia told her, leaving the room. Rukia went into the living room and set Hisana down. The baby squealed as she ran around the living room. Seeing that she had nothing else to do, Rukia went to the bookshelf and pulled out a thin, hard covered book. Smiling to herself, she took it to the couch and sat down, opening up the book.

Her yearbook.

She flipped through the pages, and stopped on a picture of Ichigo, his usual scowl on his face. Rukia smiled as she remembered the day she first transferred to his school.

"Her name is Rukia Kuchiki, so please welcome your new peer." The teacher told the class as Rukia scanned the classroom. Some of the girls muttered among themselves while some guys smirked in her direction. Rukia caught sight of a guy staring at her, he smiled, but she merely rolled her eyes at him. She was starting to regret going against that privet school her brother suggest, but no, she wanted more freedom.

She was surrounded by idiots.

"Rukia, would you like to say anything to your classmates?" The teacher asked.

"No, may I go sit now?" Rukia asked. Her teacher blinked in confusion before nodding.

"Yes, you may. There's an empty desk right over there by Ichigo. Ichigo, can you raise your hand?" She called. The so called Ichigo raised his hand, his expression bored. He had a frown on his face, making him looked irritated. His orange hair stood up on end, his brown eyes deep. He lazily brought his arm down when Rukia made her way towards him. She didn't look at him anymore, so she sat down, placing her book bag underneath her chair.

"You're not from here?" Ichigo asked her.

Rukia scoffed. "Obviously, I did transfer here, didn't I? I don't belong with your kind of people."

He glared at her. "Wow, apart from short, stuck up, too."

"Excuse me?" Rukia asked with indignation. "Did you call me stuck up?"

Ichigo scoffed. "Obviously, you did transfer here, didn't you? You don't belong with our kind of people." He mocked her, making her face flush with anger and embarrassment when a couple of students heard and giggled. Well, she did walk right into that one…

"Piss off." She snapped.

"Gladly, oh wait, I can't, I'm in the middle of class, dumb ass." He replied. Rukia wanted to punch him in his stupid face.

"A real smart ass, I see." She said through clenched teeth.

"I'd rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass." He told her.

"Ugh, go to hell." She told him, turning away.

"Nice meeting you to, Kuchiki." Ichigo muttered, just as annoyed.

Rukia was brought back to reality when she didn't hear Hisana. Closing the yearbook, Rukia sat up and saw a diaper lying not far off. "Shit." Rukia said when she went to pick it up.

Her baby was naked.

She heard Hisana giggle as she ran from behind the couch. Rukia got up, but as she did so, Hisana though it would be a good idea to start pissing on the carpet. "Hisana!" Rukia screamed; that's when Hisana's face went red.

"No!" Rukia cried, making a dramatic dive towards her daughter, diaper in hand.

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Ichigo came home and heard someone scrubbing furiously from the living room, muttering profanities; that would be his wife. Shaking his head, Ichigo walked in the living room and found Rukia scrubbing at the carpet, the fumes of cleaning chemicals reaching his nose, while Hisana watched curiously from the couch. "You are so lucky you're a baby, Hisana, because Mommy is very angry." Rukia told their daughter.

"What happened?" Ichigo asked.

"Nothing happened! Go change or you're going to wrinkle your shirt!" Rukia yelled at him.

"Whoa, whoa, hang on. Just tell me what happened, did it have something to do with Hisana?" He asked.

"Yes, okay! Yes! It had something to do with Hisana!" Rukia yelled at him.

Ichigo finally spotted the large brown stain on the white carpet, and it didn't take long for him to put two and two together. "Er…did she…?"

"I'm not going to talk about it, so shut up." Rukia told him fiercely as she scrubbed away with the rag. A long silence settled in the room.

"That stain isn't going to come off." He finally said. Rukia cried out angrily as he tightly balled up the rag and chucked it Ichigo, landing right on his face.

The putrid smell from the rag infiltrated his nostrils and began to blow fuses in his brain. "UGH! What the hell is that?"

"It's crap, Ichigo, to go along with the rest of your crap!" Rukia yelled, storming out of the kitchen.

"Hey, don't get so worked up-!" Ichigo yelled, but immediately shut his trap when Rukia stomped back into the living room. She went to Hisana and picked her up, and the child eagerly clung to her mother. Rukia glared at Ichigo coldly.

"It's no use getting angry at me!" He yelled at her.

"I want to yell at someone, and obviously I can't yell at Hisana because she's a baby. You were just unlucky to be here, so deal with it!" She yelled at him.

"I wonder if you even like me when you get angry like that." Ichigo told her.

She rolled her eyes. "Ichigo, I love you, so I'm supposed to love you, dumb ass!"

"No need to be a smart ass!"

"I'd rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass! Ha! I got you back, idiot!" She shouted at him. Ichigo blinked as he watched his wife's retreating form.

"What?"

Done.