DISCLAIMER: All rights of original Bleach characters/story go to Tite Kubo …..

"So…" Ichigo blinked at his younger sister. "You lost the kid?"

"No! I didn't lose her! I…I just can't find her," Yuzu frantically explained. "I looked everywhere Ichigo, but she's too good at hiding! Oh…how will I ever explain this to Miss Saya? What if Nel's hurt some where!? Or she fell out a window?!"

"Just go ask Saya to help you find her," Ichigo scratched his head, furrowing his brow. He didn't see what the big deal was; Nel was probably staying out of sight on purpose just to worry them. In fact…

She's probably watching us right NOW… O_O

"I can't do that!" Yuzu squeaked. "I have to break this to Miss Saya gently. Ohhh, I don't want her thinking I can't take care of Nel. Ichi-nii will you come with me? I'd feel better if you were there."

"Awh, grow up Yuzu. You gotta start taking care of these thing on your own," Ichigo grumbled to his sister.

"But Ichiiii-niiii….."she looked at him with her broken-hearted-sobby-face.

Ichigo twitched.

…..

"So…you see Miss Saya…" the highschooler began for the twelfth time.

Saya sat at her desk in the Clinic, waiting for Yuzu to spit it out. She wondered what could possibly be so nerve-wrecking that could give the girl so much trouble to say.

Oh god…she's not here to ask me about boy advice is she? I'm the last person anyone should go to for that kind of thing. I'm a mother of a 5-year old, I shouldn't have to do this talk yet!

Then the ginger appeared.

"She lost your kid," he said casually as he crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway.

Yuzu nearly burst into tears. "I'm so sorry Miss Saya! We were just playing hide-and-seek and I *sobsobsob* I j-just can't find her!"

"Hide-and-seek?" Saya repeated. "And you looked in all the typical places a normal kid would hide?"

Yuzu nodded helplessly as she sniffled. "It was supposed to be f-fun!"

Saya didn't let her nerves get to her. Nel wasn't a normal kid; hence she never hid in normal places. Saya quickly went over the list in her head from this morning of what she'd told Nel was off limits.

Washer, dryer, fridge, freezer, garbage, rooftops, in sinks, under sinks, toilet tank, trunks, inside couch cushions, gutters, ventilation, attics…all off limits….

She had to think for a minute of if there was anything she had forgotten to tell Nel.

"Oh," Saya realized. "Right—OVEN IS OFF LIMITS TOO NEL!" she called from the office.

"Bu' MAAAAA!?" a muffled voice cried from the kitchen.

"YOU HEARD ME!" Saya added and then patted Yuzu's shoulder. "See? Safe and sound." Thank God.

Yuzu wiped her nose.

"I'm so sorry Miss Saya. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Nonsense!" Saya went back to filing. "I'm glad you asked, don't ever be afraid to ask me if you need help with her. You're really doing a much better job than any other sitter we've ever had."

"R-really?" Yuzu smiled shyly.

"Definitely. Nothing's caught on fire yet right?"

Yuzu looked confused. "…Do things usually catch on fire?"

"Uhh….Just keep a close eye on her like you have been, and maybe wait till you get to know her better before you play hide-and-seek again." Saya smiled. "You're doing great."

"Right!" Yuzu chimed with new confidence and left to get back to Nel. Saya watched her go with a smile, and then noticed the ginger was still standing there, wearing a determined frown.

She decided to ignore him and went back to her paperwork.

*Stare*

She tried ignoring the staring.

*Stare*

She started filling out a third patients file.

*Stare*

Her pencil snapped.

…gosh ….frEEEckin dammit. She straightened herself in her chair and crossed her arms as well, staring back at him.

"…Is there something you need?" she finally said, trying to be civil.

Ichigo scoffed and left the room for an instant, then came back in, marched over and dropped a pair of what should have been brand new Nike's on her desk.

Saya stared at the shoes. They were smothered in slobber and riddled with teeth marks.

"Mind explaining that?" Ichigo gestured madly at his ruined trainers.

There was a long silence.

And an even longer silence.

"….It would appear you've stepped in something." she presented her verdict coolly.

"Bull Crap!" Ichigo snapped. "You know dam well it was your little brat-faced spawn from hell!"

"PROVE IT!" Saya countered and stood from her chair, leaning forward with her hands planted on the desk.

This was how things had been going for Ichigo since his Dad had taken on the mother-daughter package. Nel had been ruining anything and everything he owned, and was essentially driving him crazy.

'Itsygo! Nel wants ta play Zombie!' Which resulted in Ichigo getting bitten.

'Itsygo! Nel can't get your computer to go!' Which was because he had a passcode on his laptop, which resulted in Nel bashing the crap out of his keyboard.

'Itsygo! Nel redecorated your ugly room!' Which resulted in finger paint and cheese whiz everywhere.

And everyone made excuses for that tiny cretin. Not even Yuzu or his Dad would admit how insane the little weasel was.

'She didn't mean too Ichigo!'

'She just likes you Ichigo!"

'Well maybe if you would've just let her cut your hair in the first place…'

Saya was the worst. No matter how obvious the fault, she'd always find some way to twist Ichigo's words around and defend everything Nel did. She'd give her last breath arguing that Nel was a perfect little angel, innocent of all wrongdoings. Surprisingly though, as soon as she'd finish telling Ichigo off, she would discipline Nel.

Saya was probably the only person who ever actually punished Nel. Yuzu sure didn't. It was like Saya could call Nel out when she was doing something bad, but if anyone else tried, they were dead meat.

In a way Ichigo thought that was kinda nice, Saya defending her kid like that. It reminded him of why he had developed a crush on her in the first place. Back in junior high was when he had first noticed her. She'd always go all out for her friends no matter what. He thought that kind of devotion was really priceless. It meant Nel had at least one parent who'd stuck up for her.

"Prove it?!" Ichigo gave her an incredulous look. "Over the past week and a half since you started here, four pairs of my shoes have gone missing! FOUR! And whenever they turn up, it looks like someone puked on them! I'd say that's proof enough!"

"You can't just accuse my daughter for puking on your shoes just because the timing is perfect!"

"Well maybe I wouldn't IF I KNEW SOMEONE ELSE IN THIS HOUSE WHO SPITS UP MORE DROOL THAN A BULLDOG WITH RABIES!"

"WHAT'S A GUY NEED 4 PAIRS OF SHOES FOR ANYWAY?! YOU HAVE A FETISH OR SOMETHING?!"

"There's nothing wrong with a man having more than one pair of shoes!"

"Oh, I think there is," Saya nodded judgmentally at him.

Ichigo's brow furrowed. What the heck was her problem?

"Haven't I seen you shopping at Victoria's Secret?" Saya crossed her arms with a critical expression.

Ichigo blanked. Mostly because of what she was getting at, but also because Saya had just said Victoria's Secret.

"NO," Ichigo defended his honor.

"And what's with those purple skinny jeans I've seen you wear?"

"What!? There just—"

"You know," Saya sat back in her chair, "your shoulder's are kind small for a guy, Strawberry," she crossed her arms. In all honesty, Saya had nothing against the size of Ichigo's shoulders. No objections at all *drool*cough-but now wasn't the time for that. From all her experience with Grimmjow, she knew chipping away at a guy's manhood was the quickest way to win an argument. Didn't matter what the subject was, it worked without fail.

"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"

"You don't have a girlfriend do you? Why is that?"

Ichigo's face felt scorching. "T-That's none of your business!"

"Is that a tone of denial I hear in your voice, Strawberry?" Saya folded her hands neatly under her chin.

"Don't call me Strawberry," Ichigo threatened through gritted teeth.

"You're a closet pervert, aren't you?"

"WHAT?! I AM NOT!" Ichigo was getting redder and redder out of anger and embarrassment.

"You denied it and therefore are guilty!" Saya pointed at him. "Denial!"

"What!? You can't just make an accusation like that based on—"

"EXACTLY! So you can't accuse my daughter!" Saya closed the dispute and shuffled her paperwork as a silent aura of malice fueled the air.

Ichigo stood twitching insanely, forcing his brain to come up with something smart to throw back at this woman who vexed him so deeply. Before he had any breakthroughs, the office phone rang.

"Kurosaki Clinic, how may I help you?" Saya answered automatically.

Ichigo watched her face sag with a mixture of confusion and irritation. Whoever was on the phone must've been a real real dumbass.

"Ma'am—" Saya was trying to interrupt. "I…I understand that there's a reason why you called here. But I need you to tell me what it is so I can help…"

Then Saya's eyebrows rose as she listened to the caller. "Ichigo Kurosaki?" her eyes flickered to the ginger with a growing smirk.

Ichigo's brow furrowed. Who the heck would be calling him on his Dad's office phone?

"He's not picking up his cell?...Or the house phone? Hmmm…Uh-huh…"

Ichigo stared. Who would try so hard to reach him? And why the hell was Saya grinning at him like a freaking troll? It was almost as bad as Rukia.

It dawned on him.

The reason he had shut his phone off in the first place and hadn't touched it for the past 2 hours.

"I'm not here!" Ichigo mimed desperately to Saya.

"Uh-huh," Saya continued grinning. "…I can go check for you…what was your name again?"

"No!" Ichigo begged in a hasty whisper, flailing his arms feverishly in all attempt to get Saya to get rid of his stalker. "Tell her I'm not here!"

"Orihime Inoue?" Saya smiled and nodded, not taking any of Ichigo's hints. "Alright then, I'll put you on hold. It should only take a second, thank yo—"

"Hang it up!" Ichigo tried to snag the phone out of Saya's hands and grabbed her other wrist so she couldn't put Orihime on hold.

"Let GO." Saya was struggling to silently get the phone away from Ichigo.

"YOU let go! And hang it up!"

"NO."

"SHHHH! She'll hear you!"

"Give me the phone!"

"SHHHH!"

"Don't tell me to—"

"SHHHHHH!"

"SHHH!—"

"—ahhOW— My eyE!"

Saya's elbow was in Ichigo's face and Ichigo's shoulder was lodged in her stomach. She tried lifting her arms higher in order to slip out of the ginger's grasp, but gravity was on Ichigo's side.

"Dammit Strawberry..get off…my desk!"

Her resistance wasn't bad, but Ichigo was closing in on bringing down the phone.

"Just… hang up the phone…and I will!" Ichigo was slipping further over the desk and Saya was sliding farther down his back as he reached past her.

"HA. You're about to.. land… in your… shoes, Strawberry."

Ichigo looked down at the desk and realized he was inches from becoming a slobbery disaster.

"Ahh SICK!"

Saya twisted and put her full weight on his back, trying to pin him down on his shoes.

"gAAH!" Ichigo had to pull back from the desk, but that only caused Saya to come down on him harder, and he was feeling the full extent of her chest on his back. He hoped to God she couldn't see his face. He knew he was turning beet red. But for the sake of his own protection, he wasn't about to let go.

Saya leaned forward harder, trying to drive Ichigo's face smack into the goopy shoes. She wanted that phone. If the girl on the line really drove Ichigo this crazy, she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to humiliate him. Ever since the incident with the birthday present she'd been hoping to find something she could hold against him.

She didn't know why. She just really didn't like him holding that over her head. She didn't want him thinking she was…nice or something. She couldn't explain it.

"Just..give up the phone..Strawberry," she said with effort.

Ichigo scowled to himself. I told her to stop calling me that!

"You… want the phone?" Ichigo panted as Saya's one arm was pressing him forward and the other was pulling on the phone. "You… got it….Cupcake."

Ichigo released his grip and let Saya's own momentum send her flying off of him. She stumbled backwards with the phone clutched in her hand, but the length of the phone's cord was too short and completely ripped out of the plugin, terminating the call.

Saya caught herself on the wall and glared at Ichigo.

"You MORON!" she steadied her breath and strode forward toward him. "You disconnected the whole frickin—wait," her mind processed the entirety of what had just transpired. "What did you just call me?" She was absolutely offended. How was it that every nickname given to her from a guy had something to do with baked goods?

"Cupcake." Ichigo said loud and proud, marching right up to her. "And every time you call me Strawberry, I'm gonna call you Cupcake, Cupcake. How do YOU like it eh? CUPCAKE!"

"Seriously? Cupcake? What is that like guy code for calling me Fat?" Saya thundered hurtfully.

"What?" Ichigo suddenly dropped his guard. "No. No! I wasn't—"

"Really? Because that's what it sounds li—"

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT! I just don't want to talk to her! I freak out whenever she calls!"

Saya blinked at him with exasperation. "Why?!" she asked frankly.

"Because she's a crazy person!" Ichigo threw out his hands dramatically. "She's a creepy, psycho, CRAZY PERSON! I've told her to stop calling me! I've told her not to come around the house anymore, but she doesn't listen! It's great that she likes our band and everything. I appreciate the support. But Jesus! There is a line between FANS and CREEPY FANS and she just doesn't get that!"

"So…she's like a.. groupie?" she raised one of her eyebrows with disgust.

"YES!" Ichigo pointed to Saya in agreement. "And she won't go away!" [A/N: sorry for those of you who are Orihime fans. I actually ship IchiXhime but…I'm making her a creep in this story.]

Saya thought back to the times she would go to Grimmjow's concerts and see all the groupies walking around backstage, giggling and crowding around the band members. She knew how persistent they could be. Luckily she never had to worry about that with Grimmjow, he'd sworn nothing had ever happened between him and his fans. If he had been fooling around with anyone, Nnoritora would have told her right away. That guy was always looking for an excuse to get her mad at Grimmjow. And Grimmjow cheating would've triggered nothing less than Saya kicking the crap out of and saying bye-bye to Jackass Smurf.

"I mean look at this!" Ichigo took his phone out of his back pocket and turned it back on. "Look…" he waited for the device to reboot and Saya came closer to get a better view. "27 text messages! And 9 missed calls! All from h—oh..wait.." he looked at his phone for a second. "One's from Karin…"

Ichigo took a moment to open it up. He didn't know why she'd be texting him when she was probably in the other room.

Karin:

Just saw you and Saya all over each other in Dad's office.

Gross.

Ichigo quickly covered his phone and put it away, hoping Saya hadn't been able to peer around his should well enough to read Karin's INACURATE observation of their fight over the telephone.

"Anyway…" he scratched his head. "…she's really weird."

"But how does she have your number?" Saya wondered, trying to understand what level of creepy this girl was at.

"Oh…its…uugh," Ichigo ruffled his hair. "…Rukia set me up on a date with her once…that's when I first met her. But I guess she was in my class back in high school too."

"And how did that night turn out?" she asked with slight amusement.

"You don't want to know," Ichigo stared at her seriously.

"Yeah I do," Saya smirked a little. "It sounds like one of the greatest love stories of all time. Right up there with The Cable Guy or..that other creepy stalker movie…Fatal Attraction?"

Ichigo scoffed at how she was laughing at him.

"Alright look," he thought over the horrid memory, "Let's just say it started with her telling me she had already named our non-existent children—"

"Ohooohh my gawd!" Saya burst out laughing. "I'm sorry…."

"Nah, it gets worse," Ichigo had to talk over her. "The whole time we were eating she kept…leaning over and trying to like…take a bite off my chopsticks."

"Ew…"

"—And then when I tried ducking out to call Rukia, I practically have to run into the men's room because she's starts following me in there—like it's no big deal!"

Saya stared at him.

"She…followed you. Into the men's room?" she blinked.

"She tried getting under the stall."

O—O "What?" Saya was officially grossed out.

"Yeah. And when I asked her what the hell she was doing, she started rambling about how I'd some how sent her a "signal" to hook up in the bathroom err something!" Ichigo had still not gotten over that. He probably never would. He had been so shocked to find out that a girl who seemed so shy could turn out to be so ….he didn't even know how to describe what she was. Whore-ish.

"Wow…" Saya said with astonishment. "...Well thank god you weren't in a urinal…" she started snickering again.

"That's not funny," Ichigo said with a wide-eyed look and pointed at her.

"I don't know," Saya laughed to herself. "It kind of sounds to me like she's the one. I mean someone who's that persistent… definitely a keeper." She bit back another smirk.

"Shut up," Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Really though, you should call her! You know, have dinner, have babies," Saya snorted and shook her head as she laughed.

"Stop it! It's not even funny! It was terrifying," Ichigo scowled, but couldn't help smirking. It was the first time he'd seen her laugh.

Saya cracked up harder. "It's horrifying!" she agreed. "I mean baby names? REALLY? She told you baby names?! God…." Saya shook her head. "It is a miracle that you escaped."

"It get weirder," Ichigo was reluctant to ever bring it up, but now that he was on the subject he just felt like telling someone.

"Oh there's more?" Saya prepared herself.

Ichigo took a breath before launching in to the story. "…She…snuck into my room one time when I was sleeping…"

Saya was listening very carefully.

"And I woke up, and she was right in my face," Ichigo used his hands to demonstrate the close distance, "just leaning over me and breathing on me! I've never been more scared for my own safety in my life!"

"What did you do?!" Saya stared at him painfully. "Did you call the cops or anything for trespassing?"

"No," Ichigo explained fearfully, "I just closed my eyes and hoped she didn't notice I was awake. I had to pretend to be asleep until she left."

"Ohhhh no…No you didn't," Saya snorted unbelievably.

"I didn't know what else to do! And then she climbed back out my window," he finished his summary of the repressed memory.

"How long was she there for?"

"I don't know how long it was!" Ichigo was hysterical. "I was just glad she was gone!"

"Oh my god," Saya was fully disturbed, but she couldn't stop laughing. "That is just…scary..and so wrong."

"No kidding," Ichigo ran his hands down his face. "So if she ever calls….please—"

"Don't worry," she held up her hand. "I got it." Saya walked back over to her desk to get back to work. "Trust me I'm great at coming up with excuses. If she calls again, she won't get through to you I promise."

Ichigo sighed with relief.

Just as Saya plugged the phone back in, it rang.

The two looked at each other.

Saya quickly checked the caller ID. "Oh," Saya laughed. "She's already calling back."

"Don't pick up," Ichigo warned earnestly.

Saya looked at him closely. She knew that if no one picked up, the groupie would just keep calling and calling. That's how psycho ex's were. Grimmjow wasn't even a stalker and he was always calling Saya; so she could imagine how bad Ichigo must have it.

Saya studied the look of panic and repulsion on Ichigo's face. Her sympathy got the better of her, and she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"What are you doing?!" Ichigo motioned to stop her from picking up the phone, but he halted as she put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"Trust me," she said compellingly. "I will handle this."

Ichigo watched her as she cleared her throat and to his discomfort, put the phone on speaker.

"Miss Inoue?" she said politely.

"Umm, yes?"

Ichigo felt a tremor of distress go up his neck at the sound of her squeaky voice.

"Hi, sorry I lost you there for a moment—"

"Did you find Ichigo?" the groupie interrupted hastily. "I know um… something's been wrong since he hasn't um..returned any of my calls…Is he there now? Can I talk to him?"

"Nope. Absolutely not," Saya answered shorty and Ichigo stared at her like she was crazy. "You will never talk to him again unless you want me to track you down and legally strip you of everything you own. And that's just me being nice. After we get through all the legal charges I'd file against you, then I'd personally see to it that wherever you go, you won't have enough money to even buy toilet paper. Maybe I'll even have you deported, since I just…really don't like you….Am I making myself clear?" Saya waved Ichigo over in a business-like manner.

"What's the name of your band?" she whispered to him. Ichigo blinked at her, failing to see the significance.

"Getsuga Tensho," he answered quietly.

Saya nodded and thought to herself.

"Um…w-who is this?" the stalker stuttered, sounding shocked from Saya's threatening speech.

"This is Getsuga Tensho's agent. I'm a highly impatient individual with no conscience and no tolerance for paparazzi who try to sneak into my client's windows; FYI, we have that on tape." Saya cleared her throat again. "So just to recap, leave my client alone or I will make you disappear," Saya spoke with intense, icy conviction, but when she looked back at Ichigo she was smiling with complete uncertainty. She was totally winging it.

Ichigo almost laughed out loud at her goofy expression and how she was just laying on this story without any practice.

"And trust me Miss Inoue," Saya put her game face back on, "I know people… I can make this happen." She shrugged her shoulders at Ichigo. She knew this was waaay over the top, but she just couldn't help herself.

And then….sobbing. All they could hear from the other line was sobbing.

Saya gaped silently at Ichigo. The guilt was tremendous, and Saya was totally shocked that this girl was actually crying.

Ichigo was just as shocked, but didn't feel any guilt whatsoever. This time he was the one having trouble keeping himself from laughing. Laughter of course, is contagious, and soon both Ichigo and Saya were stifling giggles.

"Y-you you…" the sobbing continued. "Y-your taking I-ichigo away from me?!" the voice cracked with emotion.

"Uhh, yes." Saya gave Ichigo a confused look. "Yep. I am—"she looked at him for ideas as she concentrated, "—officially…prohibiting you from creepin—seeing, him ever again. In the name of the law….Under pain of death."

"B-but…. you c-can't! I –I love him!"

Saya and Ichigo had even more difficulty trying not to laugh. Saya pulled herself together (barely) and leaned closer to Ichigo.

"I don't think I can do this," she whispered to him with obviously fake sincerity, "It just doesn't seem right, I mean she's sooo in love with you and—"

"Cut it out!" Ichigo laughed noiselessly back and pushed her shoulder. "Get rid of her!"

Saya nodded and cleared her throat again.

"But…" the girl sniveled. "But..Miss…Miss..?"

Saya didn't want to give the stalker her real name. She tried thinking of an alias when Ichigo interjected.

"Cupcake," he recommended in a whisper and smirked as Saya glanced at him darkly. Hey, if she got to tease him, why couldn't he tease her?

Saya shook her head stubbornly.

"C'mon," Ichigo laughed, "Just do it!"

"Umm, " Saya pursed her lips together stubbornly as she watched Ichigo chuckling.

Awhh, what the hell…she thought.

"Cupcake," she said out loud, and with instant regret shook her head while she spoke. "You can just call me Cupcake. Some of my—" she gave Ichigo a look, "clients call me Cupcake so…"

"M-miss Cupcake," she began and Ichigo instantly gawffed at the title.

"Shhh!" Saya grinned back at him soundlessly.

"I…you.. you can't! Miss Cupcake you can't!—"

"No buts Miss Inoue," Saya tried to say over the sobbing. "Stay away from Mr. Kurosaki or I will order civilization to shun you, okay?"

More sobbing. "O…k-kay," the blubbering continued.

"Great! Glad we're on the same page. Never contact my client again unless you want to die alone…in the very near future."

"…what?"

"Getsuga Tens ho appreciates your long-distance support! Bye now!" Saya hung up and looked at Ichigo. "You think that was too mean?"

"That was awesome! HAhahah!" Ichigo clapped. "She totally bought that!" Ichigo couldn't believe it. If this kept Orihime from bothering him he could start going back to his favorite music store without worrying about being followed, and he go back to sleeping in just his boxers without feeling paranoid. No more creepy late night text messages or weird pictures. His whole horizon had just opened up.

"Yeah well, you'll just have to see if it actually works…" Saya told him.

"Whatever, even just hearing her getting scared like that was worth it," Ichigo grinned. "Thanks," he said to her.

Says shrugged. "I was just sort of going off what I've seen Rukia do….but I know how annoying," she stumbled over he word choice, "unwanted calls can be. So…I'm pretty good at threatening people. And it was kinda fun," she admitted. "Hehehehhehe, I feel like I have so much power now…"

Ichigo looked at her for a minute. It was nice having her smiling at him instead of trying to bite his head off. Though that was sort of fun too.

"The power to order civilization to shun people?" he mocked her.

"Yes," she said proudly. "Now get your shoes off my desk, I've got work to do," Saya went back to her computer.

Ichigo scoffed lightly and grabbed his damaged shoes. There she goes back to her usual self… "Fine then, see you later Cupcake."

Saya looked over at him. "No."

Ichigo laughed.

"No," Saya started smiling. "You cannot call me that."

"You already said it was okay on the phone," Ichigo countered.

"That was a one time thing!" Saya claimed.

"Too late Cupcake," Ichigo walked away with a smirk.

"Ichigo PLEASE!"

Ichigo had to turn around at how desperate she sounded.

"Just …Don't say it in front of Nel…If she hears you calling me that," For the first time Ichigo thought he saw fear in Saya's eyes, "It will never end. And I will go insane…"

A part of Ichigo felt bad as he realized Saya was as susceptible to being destroyed by Nel as he was. But then he remembered his shoes.

"Really?" he said and smiled darkly at her. "So who's got the power now eh?"

Her eyes widened at his sneaky threat. "Are you serious!? After what I just did for you on the phone? You're gonna use my own daughter against—"

"Ah, ah, ah," Ichigo interrupted her. "I'd watch that tone of yours, Cupcake. Or else I might start telling everyone that your new name is Cupcake, Cupcake."

"That is not my NAME!" she hissed at him as he smirked.

"Sure it's not Cupcake," Ichigo walked out.

"Hey!...Dammit," Saya mumbled. "That's AGENT Cupcake to you, Strawberry!" she shouted after him.

Ichigo was still smiling when he got into the living room and sat on the couch next to Karin. Yuzu and Nel were on the floor coloring.

Karin just stared at him and shook her head ever so slowly with disapproval.

"Gross."

Ichigo's ears went red as he remembered her text message. "Karin, you got it all wrong—"

"GROSS." Karin gave him the talk-to-the-hand.

Ichigo scowled and looked back at the T.V.

"…She's cool though," Karin said after a few minutes of silence.

She's married. Ichigo thought in his head. "It's not even like that."

"I know," Karin smirked. "But she's cool. That's all I'm saying."

"Who's cool?" Nel looked up from her place on the floor.

Ichigo looked at Karin and he saw Karin give Yuzu some sort of "twin" look. Yuzu smiled at Ichigo …with one of those sister faces. Or the face Keigo would give him whenever he got a text from Orihime [insert wiggly eyebrows].

Ichigo grimaced self-consciously.

"No one Nel," he said and went back to watching the T.V.

"Nel's cool though? Right Itsygo!?"

"Sure," Ichigo smiled quietly. Maybe Saya was pretty cool….sometimes…

"Nel's cooler than YOU even!"

"Yeah…."

"BaAHahaAHHA! Itsygooo's a LooooooseRrrr!"

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To be Continued…

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Next you guys will see a flash back of Ichigo in middle school where Saya first catches his attention. Stay Tuned.

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