This Means WAR
Ch 4
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Ichigo rolled over in bed, groping for the warm body that was supposed to be there. When his wandering hand didn't locate Toshiro's form, honey brown eyes peeked open.
Where was Toshir- Oh yeah… Ichigo rolled his eyes, remembering what his white haired companion was doing that night and chuckled quietly to himself. Ichigo wondered if Toshiro did manage to fix the drip or if the smaller boy finally gave up.
But if he gave up, where was the tenth division captain now?
Rolling out of bed, Ichigo left the bedroom and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen and sure enough, the dripping had stopped. So I guess Toshiro fixed it, Ichigo thought to himself. He should've known that the white haired boy wouldn't have given up till he figured out how to fix something.
Still… where the hell was he now?
Making his way over to the family room, the bi-hair colored shinigami grinned when he came across a snoozing Toshiro on the couch, wrapped up in the throw over. The poor guy must have been up all night, trying to fix the faucet.
Wait a second… If memory served him right, Ichigo remembered the water drip stopping, a couple of more clanks and bangs… Turning a shifty gaze towards the kitchen, Ichigo pondered what might have happened after he fell asleep. What did Toshiro do?
He had to be careful.
There was no telling what the younger boy rigged up.
Turning around and retracing his steps back into the kitchen, Ichigo decided to see if the faucet was indeed safe to use. Exercising extreme caution, the orange haired male was about to turn the knob when his stomach let out a loud grumble, making its hunger apparent.
Rolling his eyes, Ichigo retracted his hand from the knob and rubbed his stomach. "Yeah yeah yeah, I'll feed ya." Shoving things around, Ichigo found the eggs, grabbing two of them. Pipes later, food now.
While his head was buried deep within the fridge, the sound of pipes groaning had the orange and blonde haired male hit his head on the inner top of the refrigerator. Shit so Toshiro did do something!
Releasing the eggs and slamming the refrigerator door shut, Ichigo whipped around and faced the menacing kitchen sink. The pipes groaned again.
Nibbling on his lower lip, Ichigo wondered just what Toshiro did.
Maybe he didn't do anything… The pipes themselves could just be making a wired noise. They were probably protesting the abuse they were receiving in the short time expanse. After all, Ichigo did tinker with them yesterday and Toshiro did try to fix them… which he did. He did right?
Shit what if Toshiro fixed them wrong and now the water was being held up somewhere? Ichigo raced both hands through his orange and blonde tresses. Alright, to make sure nothing was wrong, he needed to undo Toshiro's work and re-do it himself. Yeah. Yeah that's what he needed to do. Toshiro didn't know what the hell he was doing. Heck the guy didn't do this kind of maintenance in general.
His stomach let out another loud grumbling protest. It. Wanted. Food. Okay he would eat then figure out what the hell was up with the damn pipes.
Mmm maybe some nice green tea too… Grabbing the teapot, Ichigo held the item underneath the faucet head and turned on the knob. Turning the handle all the way, the pipes let out a loud groan before water gushed upwards from the hole it was to drain from. Ichigo could only let out a quick gasp as the water shot upwards, colliding with the elder males' face, sending the teapot flying through the air and falling to the ground with a loud clang.
Quickly turning off the faucet, Ichigo simply stared straight ahead, going over what just happened, trying to make sense of it.
Toshiro had done something. Dropping down onto the ground and whipping open the doors underneath the sink, Ichigo looked towards the pipes and simmered at what he saw. The damn brat changed them! The water pipe that was supposed to be connected to the faucet head section was shifted to the drainage part. What a hell of a fantastic morning this was turning out to be.
Sending a heated glare towards the back of the couch where Toshiro was still sleeping, Ichigo grabbed the kitchen towel and wiped off his face that dripped with water.
His stomach let out another grumble.
TBC
LOL Ichigo needs to stop thinking bout his stomach xD
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