Ah such a quiet day. The birds were chirping, the sun shone cheerily, and –

'OI! RUKIA! WHERE'S MY HISTORY TEXTBOOK!'

'WHAT?'

'MY HISTORY TEXTBOOK! YOU HAVEN'T STOLEN IT, RIGHT?'

'NO!'

'THEN WHERE IS IT? IDIOT.'

'YOU FOOL!'

And thus an infamous Ichigo vs. Rukia bicker match ensued, destroying the peace and tranquillity. The birds outside, stupid as they were, sung louder, assuming that these two meddling humans clearly wanted to ruin their song time. They would not let this happen. Back in the house meanwhile, the bicker match consisted of bickering and even more bickering. Many would consider it annoying including the participants, but quite frankly, both were as stubborn as hell and wanted to win.

Two idiots? Maybe. Hard to tell.

Ichigo slammed his bedroom door open and glanced around the room. All was well, except for the midget that held something in her hands similar to a

'HISTORY TEXTBOOK! MY HISTORY TEXTBOOK! GIVE IT HERE!'

'I'm studying! Get out!'

Ignoring this, Ichigo stomped across the room, intent on claiming back his prize…um…his history textbook. 'I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR THIS! YOU THIEF!'

Fustrated, Rukia turned around, standing with her hands on her hips. Her face was pulled into an expression of irritation and she had a glint in her eye. A murderous glint. In this pose, her small figure looked scarily menacing. It meant danger. Sadly, our dear friend Ichigo hadn't noticed this.

'Look,' she growled quietly. 'I promised myself that I would not lose to the clutches of modern history. I am going to conquer it. So, just let me have it for a while longer so I can understand all this rubbish. Got it?'

'RUKIA! I NEED IT NOW! THERE'S A TEST TOMORROW AND I NEED TO REVISE!'

With a shout, the raven-haired midget managed to kick and push the taller boy out. All in the space of 2 seconds. Wow, she was strong for a shortie. Ichigo crashed against the hallway wall, the door slamming shut behind him. A soft click could be heard.

Damn. He was locked out. Of his own room.

Ichigo, his anger fading, sighed and ran his finders through his unruly orange hair. Gosh this midget was impossible. He kicked the floor with his shoe, and scowled. Why did he always have to lose?

But deep inside, he already knew.

'A thief', he had called her. And a thief she was.

A thief who stole his heart.

Requested by Oliviax3. Thanks!

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