Chapter 7
It was two weeks before Ichigo had another invad…er… visitor in his room. He woke slowly as he realized he was having minor difficulties breathing. He became aware of a warm weight on his chest and he slowly opened one eye. His field of vision was filled with black fur. It took a few more seconds before his mind woke up enough to realize that he had a sleeping cat curled up on his chest.
"Yuruichi?" the cat turned and blinked open bright yellow eyes before yawning and stretching.
"What are you doing here? This is my day off." Ichigo complained as he tried to bury himself under his pillow.
"I know that. We're going shopping."
Ichigo lifted the pillow enough to glare at the cat who was calmly cleaning her face. "Shopping?"
"Of course. You need something to wear to the wedding and I needed something to do today."
"Go bug bucket head."
"He's busy. Now, get up already." She added a swipe of her paw to emphasize her point and to get him scrambling out of bed.
He grouched but walked to his closet and started pulling out some basic training clothes, there was no way he was going out in his academy uniform. "How did you know I even had a day off?"
"I know everything." Ichigo froze at the distinctively female voice.
Grabbing an extra set of training clothes he threw them behind him without turning. "Put on some DAMN clothes!"
She laughed but he could hear her donning the clothes he threw at her. When he was sure she had more than ample time to cover herself, he turned around with a glare. His loose pants hung off her hips and she had tied the loose ends of his top so that a good portion of her stomach was shown. She was tying the sleeves up when she noticed his glare.
"You think you'd be used to it by now."
He just shook his head. "How does Urahara put up with you?"
She got a rather devilish look in her eye. "Well, the sex is great."
Ichigo groaned and covered his ears. "I so did not need to hear that!"
She laughed and pulled at his elbow, propelling him from the room. "Come on, let's go!"
Ichigo balked. "Wait, what if somebody sees you?"
She smirked. "I've been exiled for so long…I'll just say I'm your sister!"
He followed her, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle. "How are we going to pay for this little shopping excursion?"
She flashed him a smile again, using a bit more teeth than necessary. "I liberated Bayakuya from his credit card." She flashed a piece of plastic at him. Ichigo did not want to know where she had been keeping it.
"Won't he, oh I don't know…want to KILL ME when he finds out?" They made it out of the academy with no one really the wiser. Ichigo vaguely noticed this was because it was so damn early still and most everyone else was sleeping.
She shook her head. "Of course not. He told me to make sure you wore something appropriate…he never put a price limit on it."
Ichigo just shook his head and let himself be lead away. He figured if Bayakuya killed him before the wedding, at least he'd have something to wear at the funeral.
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Ichigo stared at himself in the mirror critically. "Why can't I wear black again?"
Yuruichi sighed. "Because this is a wedding not a funeral, you idiot. Besides the cream looks nice against your skin tone."
The small woman who had about fifty pins stuck in her mouth and was currently fitting the kimono to his specific size nodded along with what Yuruichi was saying.
Ichigo sent an annoyed look in the dark skinned woman's direction before looking in the mirror once again. He had to admit it wasn't too hideous. The outer kimono was a light cream and a dragon outlined in blue green snaked over his left shoulder and faded into the blue edging. The inner kimono was the same blue as the dragon.
He waited patiently for the woman's fingers to finish with the hem before he slipped out of it, carefully as to not get stuck with the pins. She informed them that it would be done in a week's time and merely raised an eyebrow before she took the card from Yuruichi.
That mission accomplished, Yuruichi decided it was time to eat. He followed her as she found a perfect place to pick up some food, claiming she wanted to go back to the academy to eat, so that she could meet his friends.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Really Yuruichi, why?"
She narrowed her eyes. "You are too antisocial and I don't really believe these friends of yours exist. Besides," She smiled. "The best way for me to know how you are really doing is by talking to other people, 'cause you sure as hell won't give me a straight answer."
Ichigo grunted as she piled him with boxes of food. "I'm fine…"
She ignored him and started off in the direction of the Academy, Ichigo following sulkily behind.
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"You're his sister?" Akio asked skeptically, and Ichigo really couldn't blame him, as they really held no resemblance to each other. The four of them were sitting under 'their' tree, the boxes of food piled around them.
But that didn't deter Yuruichi. "Yup. My little brother." She reached over and ruffled Ichigo's hair.
"If you wish to keep that hand, I suggest you don't do that again." He growled out, his eyes flashing with anger. Yuruichi merely laughed.
"Such a temper. His temper isn't getting him into a lot of trouble here, is it?" Ichigo rolled his eyes as the obvious interrogation went underway. He stuffed his mouth with food and tried to ignore Yuruichi's constant stream of questions.
That was until a certain question caught his ears.
"So, any girl in my little brother's life?"
"Yuruichi!"
"What?" she asked, faking innocence.
"Just because you tell me about your sex life doesn't mean I want to return the favor!" Three faces looked at him with eyebrows raised; Yuruichi sporting a smirk as well. He slapped a hand over his face and groaned. "That so came out wrong…"
Yuruichi started cracking up, rolling back and forth on the ground while Akio and Sumiko weren't far behind her. Ichigo just massaged his temples and tried to keep his head from exploding.
Finally Yuruichi calmed down to giggles and sat up. "That was entertaining." She reached over and pulled Ichigo's wrist closer so that she could see his watch. "Ah, guys I gotta go…wouldn't want a pink cloud of death to come looking for me."
Akio and Sumiko looked confused while Ichigo just crossed his arms. "You would deserve it."
She flashed a smile. "Ah, he'd never catch me." She bent down and kissed his cheek before he could protest. "See you later." With that she was gone.
Sumiko stared after the blur that was Yuruichi. "Your sister is…interesting."
Ichigo sighed before grabbing another box of food. "You don't know the half of it."
AN: I don't know…Yuruichi kinda ran away with this chapter and my muse had his hands full getting her to act the right way…eh, she's probably a bit OOC as well…ah, review, por favor…
Chica
