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Alrighty, originally I wanted to end this in the last chapter, add a RukiHime kissing scene and something about..something…lemon and be done with it…but I guess I didn't do that so…I don't think there'll be that many more chapters in this…that is if you care…maybe one or two..depending on what my finger's brains type…anyway…here we go, with kind of agoraphobic!Shiro, lol..I'm agoraphobic a bit so I can relate X3..
Lmao.. I satyed up to look at how many people 'hit' this story, and about 5 minutes after I changed the rating to M and put LEMON in the summary, like 6 more people..haha..just goes ta show, everyone loves porn X3
So I watched this fucking amazing movie called 'The Runaways' the story about Joan Jet(t) and it's fucking EPIC man, it was killer! Not to mention the music…and the story..plus I don't like Kirsten Stewart as a vamp, but she's hella fucking hot as a rockstar..gooooddddaaaaamn!(not to creepy anyone out, but I would so let her fuck me ^.^..) she's so fine she blows my mind..hey mickey..XD sorry…T.T..I am such a 80s bitch..
Ch-12
Ichigo was helping Karin set the table, eyeing his Shiro, who was unusually quiet. When food was placed on the table by the wonderful Yuzu (Ichigo was so grateful for food he could've kissed her feet) the orange head was first to sit down.
"Ichi-nii, I missed you so much. I made something special for you" she said with a cute smile, the barrettes in her hair shining in the dim light.
"yep, onii, we missed ya." The darker haired girl said, in a voice that was definitely convincing.
Shiro sat down at the legs of Ichigo's chair, his knees to his chest. He did not like this. Everything was so different. The smells here weren't like the ones he was used to. Hell he wasn't even used to this whole breathing concept! From the moment he set foot in the room he already knew he could handle being around humans without having to devour them, but he did not like the feeling of being around so many people. Even though there were only three plus Ichigo. He shut his eyes, to shut out all the noise of clattering..what were they called?...and the voices of Ichigo's family…he felt invisible, and for once it was good to be ignored, he hadn't come up in the conversation so far.
'why are you on the floor?'
'…b'cause…your carpeting…is..interesting…' his mind quickly turning his lie into something perverted he snickered out loud.*
'I don't want to get that…but aren't you hungry? I mean your body hasn't had any sustenance, and um..' cough 'some..activities..are tiring…you should, uh, eat something..'
As if triggered by Ichigo's thought, his traitor stomach made a strange gurgling sound he'd never heard of before. 'what the hell?'
Frantically poking his stomach as if that would stop the noise, he couldn't help himself, when Ichigo unashamedly put food from his plate in his hand, and held it infront of his Shiro.
'I betcha it's ten times tastier then a soul..'
'not like I've ever eaten one..' the thing in Ichigo's hand did smell pretty damn good…like nothing he'd ever experienced locked up in the other world. He stuck his tongue out to test this..food and quickly swallowed the whole thing, licking the tan fingers clean. It was..amazing, he'd never tasted anything, except for Ichigo's blood, and the new sense that was awakened was one he'd definitely test everytime he got. Whatever it was tasted…sweet but not too sweet..and savory, making his mouth water- something he never knew could happen.
"oh damn, King…" his pupils dilated, and his tongue was hanging out, making the teen just wanna kiss from the sheer adorability. "what was that?" he exclaimed, in a similar amazed voice from when he first got the spinning top, now hanging from his neck"
"it's beef. It's good. Would you like summore?"
"oh fuck yeah.." the pale one whispered, peeking the top half of his face over the table top, eyeing Ichigo's plate with desire.
He met Yuzu's gaze and blinked at her. She blinked back, "Ichi-nii, is that..?"
"yeah," he said getting Karin's and his father's attention, "this is, uh, my hollow…he..helped…during the war..thing…he..yeh" the brightly colored boy finished lamely scratching his head.
"oh!" the cheery girl exclaimed, "well what's his name? are you two friends? What's he gonna do now?" she asked switching her gaze from the top of the snowy head to her brother.
While Ichigo answered her questions and explained about why he wasn't in his body anymore blah blah blah, everything except..their relationship, Shiro continued to eye Ichigo's plate hungrily. Using the given distraction, he pulled his boyfriend's plate closer to him, grabbing the stick things he'd seen the other people use. He watched the darker haired girl holding the wooden sticks in one hand and picking up her food with them, and he tried to imitate her.
After a few attempts he gave up and just stabbed the pieces of food with them. Karin looked up at the slurpy sounds, an eyebrow raising and a smirk twitching at her lips, when the other sister noticed the albino attempting to eat her brother's food she burst into giggles, Isshin cry-laughed that his son was losing his food and needed to sharpen his skills.
Staring down at his hollow, whom was still on the floor, he noted how cute he looked; his blue tongue was sticking out, the dark color clashing with the orange sauce smeared around his face. His pupils were dilated, making him appear very chibi like, thus making Ichigo temporarily forget that it was his food being eaten.
"Would you like your own dish, or are you content with just mine?" he asked dryly.
Suddenly noticing he was the center of attention, he slid the stolen plate back into its place and ducked back to his position on the floor.
"'M fine…" he muttered, answering the teen's question. He liked the little girl's food, but he really didn't want to be the center of attention…unless he was killing something, then that was fine.
When dinner was finally over, Ichigo got stuck with washing the dishes.
"dad, it's your turn to do the dishes" Yuzu had said.
"Ichigo, you haven't done any chores in a while.."
"that's because I was off in H-"
"Ichigo, it's your turn to do the dishes" goat face said cheerily, speeding off in the other direction. Grimacing, he stacked all the plates together, herding them to the sink in the kitchen. (yes, because you have to herd plates…and sheep) Shiro followed looking around at everything.
Sure, he'd been in Ichigo's mind, and viewed the world through Ichigo's eyes (when he was bored), and sure he had paged through a few of his memories and thoughts for some entertainment, but obviously he was no expert on this world.
"hey, you've got…stuff on your mouth" he was brought back to reality, the bright haired boy stepped forward, an odd look on his face. Leaning closer to Shirosaki, he licked those pale lips the sweet tangy taste clashing well with him. Both their eyes slipped shut, and Ichigo took the initiative to push him back into whatever was behind them. His hand gripped the black clothes shoulder, nails digging in, the other arm gripping his hollow's back. Shiro tilted his head, connecting their lips, and rubbing his tongue against the exposed pink one. This was so…nice, finally, someone…
After parting for air, and duh, so they wouldn't get caught, Ichigo rested his head on a cool shoulder, nearly purring.
"uhh…do I look like a pillah?" (pillow..in his accent..)
"mmph..shhhh…I'm perfectly comfortable, so shut up. Please"
"tch…bossy berry.."
"why were you all...reclusive before? You didn't talk to anyone…and you sat on the floor because…?"
"pfft, reclusive…I jus'…I dunno King, s'jus' I guess hollows aren' social creatures, I'm learnin' tha' I don' like…bein' 'round a lotta people. When we were in Hat-n-Clog's, all yer friends bein' there…I can' stand crowds. Cuz I know it'll piss ya off if I go an' kill some'n…"
Ichigo leaned back from his pseudo-pillow with an orange eyebrow raised,
"so…crowds make you scared?" he asked teasingly
"oh, fuck no! I ain't scared, I jus' don' like 'em."
"you sound like an agoraphobic…" he snickered. His big bad kill everyone, fuck the world hollow..didn't like crowds. Smirk. Smack.
"ow, what was that for?"
"fer thinkin' I'm nervous, bitch, I amn't!"
"amn't isn't a word…"
"Che, it should be." He stuck his dark tongue out in defiance, Ichigo just rolled his eyes.
"I'm hungry, Ichi…"
"you ate all my food, and you're hungry?"
"I've never eaten b'fore!..I wanna try some'n else…"
"fine, but nothing with sugar..or caffeine.."
"whatever the hell that is…"
"how 'bout a sandwich, while I finish with the dishes?"
"oh! I know what a sammich is!" he said, suddenly eager.
"sandwich it is…"
Since he was hungry too, because someone had eaten his food, he got out all the things he liked on a sandwich; ham, chicken, cheese, tomatoes, no lettuce, and balsamic vinegar(that stuff is the BOMB).
Shiro watched interestedly as this sammich was made. As soon as his Ichi had turned to put the leftover ingredients away, he grabbed it, stared at it, and then took a bite of it.
"and…?"
"I like yer sister's cooking better, babe.." he finished half of it in one bite, looking wistfully at the other half of it, just lying there, before his Ichi took the half.
"this one is MINE…" chomp.
When Ichigo had finished doing his father's chore and his sammich, they went back up to his room. The orange-head threw himself down on his bed with a sigh, and Shiro went over to his desk, spotting something shiny and black on it. It was square shaped and had little thin…cords coming out of it with little numbs at the end.
"hey, Ichi, what's this?"
Ichigo turned his head and blinked one eye up at the albino, "it's an mp3 player…?"
"what's it do?"
"here…lemme show you."
Sluggishly he got up, grabbing the earbuds and putting one in his ear, and handing the other to his lover to do the same with. Searching for something decent, he decided to try an experiment.** he scrolled down finding a song with mostly screaming lyrics and heavy guitar, a real angry(sweatdrop) sound. Personally, that was not his taste, Karin had loaded that onto his mp3 when he wasn't looking, and it'd stuck ever since. White eyebrows started to curve downwards, the frown on his face similar to his own customary scowl. Quickly, before the wall got a hole in it, he changed the song to something mellower with a soft beat. Instantly the pissed off look changed to something calm, which was disturbing on his face, so he found a different song. It had guitar, a haunting female voice, and a dark theme (EVANESENCE FTW!). his alabaster face contorted into an expression of slight anger tinged with sadness. His eyebrows twitched down, and his eyes were squinted in a solemn look, his lips straight not smiling. Not liking this look crossing his boyfriend's face, the teen changed it to something with a beat, heavy bass and no lyrics, just the electric melody. Shiro bobbed his head in time with the infectious beat, his eyes closing, he bit his lip.
"you like this?" Ichigo asked astonished
"..I guess, s'okay…". He shook his leg in synch with the song, and wiggled his hips.
"Tch, you're unpredictable…"
"better then bein' borin', ain't?"
"hai, hai…hmm…c'mon, we probably both need a shower…do you know how?"
"no King, I abs'lutely have no idea what a showeh is." He replied with the most 'duh' he could muster.
"well-..you-..oh whatever, come on…"
"t'getheh?"
Ichigo's face turned pink and he quickly grabbed a towel, shoving it at Shirosaki.
"I-I..wanted-…well-..if you wanna, I don't mind.."
Shiro jumped up, tailing his King out the door, gripping lithe hips in front of him, and making sure no one saw them go in together.
"yer gonna have ta show me 'bout this soap idear…ya can do tha' right?..eeehehehehe"
-)+(- ***
"mmm, that was great" Nel screamed, in her child's form, pushing the plate of spaghetti back.
She'd come with Rukia and Orihime just to see what it was like in the human world. This was the last night she'd be here for a while, before she went back to the realm of the hollows. She rather missed DondaChockka and Pesche.
"well, shinigami, and orange-head, I should get back…I've had fun though!..i'll come back eventually.." she squeezed the life out of both of them in a bone crushing hug, and just waltzed out the door.
"you think she'll be alright, Kuchiki-san?"
"eh, she'll be fine…but I'm tired" the dark haired girl jumped up on her toes to kiss Orihime's cheek.
"a-alright…hehehe, I guess one in the m-morning is an okay time for sleeping!" she said happily.
Following her back to her bedroom, the shorter girl smiled at the soft snores produced as soon as the soft orange hair hit the pillow.
Rukia had stayed at Orihime's ever since they'd returned from Hueco Mundo. She was worried about Ichigo a lot, but he could take care of himself. Orihime on the other hand had trouble even making edible food.
One the first night, she listened as the busty girl had explained everything that'd happened in Las Noches. Nothing incredibly horrifying, just being locked in the same tower with that green-eyed Espada. (Orihime didn't dare tell her about the broken relationship between her and Ulquiorra.) the occasional insult from the tall spoon-headed one.
Still, she knew that her dear Orihime wasn't all that cool about everything. She was upset by the idea that she could be so easily overpowered, and that the people she wanted to protect had gotten hurt for her.
Once or twice, Rukia had been woken by the soft whimpers, having to calm the girl down from a nightmare.
Kicking off her chappy slippers, she crawled in beside her love, staring at the ceiling.
Within a few minutes she felt the sheets being pulled, the girl next to her turning over and…growling?
"'Hime, wake up…" she grabbed her arm gently, and the busty girl jolted up.
"huh, wah?"
"you were squirming in your sleep…"
"oh…" she said, a dismayed look crossing her face
"wanna talk about it?"
"no..huh-uh.." she said inching closer to the indigo eyed girl, cuddling to her side. Rukia kissed the top of her head. She'd gotten used to this, holding and kissing on the girl, though sometimes…it'd get better then kisses.
"K-Kuchiki-san?" the grey eyed girl stutterd,
"I thought we were past first-name basis by now?"
"heh, right..Rukia-chan?" the girl blushed
"mm?"
No verbal reply came, but the bright girl leaned up in the shinigami's hold making their lips meet. She traced kisses up the side of the inky haired girl's jaw and back down to her soft pink puckered lips. When the shinigami girl kissed her back, both their eyes slipped closed. Succumbing to her wishes, Rukia leaned into the kiss, sliding down, over her 'Hime. Her small hands traveled over the timid shaking body, leaving tingly warm trails. Gasping softly at the touches, she tangled one hand into satiny black locks, reaching the other back to stretch out her body.
Unable to resist temptation, small pale hands moved upwards under the pink nightshirt Orihime wore, touching the soft perky mounds of flesh, secretly pleased with the sharp gasp the girl underneath her let out. Loving how sensitive her girl was, she pressed her fingers into the skin, rubbing up and down. The girl's mouth opened into the kiss, forming an 'O' against Rukia's demanding lips.
No longer wanting to be so submissive, Orihime switched their positions, pressing the smaller girl into the mattress, clasping one hand over their heads, and the other exploring each other's body.
Slowly, the confining pink night shirt on the busty girl slipped over her head, the blue chappy tank top joining it on the floor. Not-so-timid-anymore fingers trailed up the shorter body teasingly, making her shiver in contentment. Nervously, almost awkwardly and blushing, the human girl smoothed her fingers over the noticeably smaller and perked up breasts, hiding her face in the side of Rukia's neck.
Smirking deviously, inky eyes twinkling, she shifted and raised her knee up, rubbing it pleasuringly slow over the taller girl's sensitive areas, relishing in the moans the girl was making. She felt her knee get coated in wetness, not minding at all. Eventually getting tired of the thing standing in her way, she pulled the soaking wet panties from those curvy hips, her hands reaching down to grip them insanely tight, thumbs pushing on sensitive skin, making squeals.
She really did love this girl, this sweet beautiful unique human girl. She flipped the girl she loved on to her back, licking around where her fingers had been squeezing, tasting the huge mounds getting even more noises from the blushing girl's soft lips.
Getting an idea in her head to hear even more of those delicious moans, she leaned back on her heels, her head right between pink thighs. Closing her eyes so she wouldn't back out, she flicked her tongue out, barely making contact. The strangled scream of delight was encouragement enough to continue with her task.
This would be fun…
-)+(-
Ichigo had helped with Shiro's shower, showing him how to use soap and all. Shiro showed Ichigo how to use soap better.
Slipping into the pair of yellow boxers and a baggy t-shirt, he threw black and black at Shiro who now knew how to put them on without shredding them.
"Ichigo, I think I'm tired…"
"how would you not know if you're tired?"
"I've never slept b'fore!, I ain't never been ina body b'fore."
"that's a double negative" he said smugly, crawling under his blanket.
"pfft..so what?..." Shiro replied curling up like a cat at the foot of the bed.
"what the hell are you doing?"
"sleepin', what the hell's it look like?"
"you don't have to sleep down there…" Ichigo stated, scooting over to the wall.
Raising an eyebrow and grinning in a psychotic but happy way, Shiro crawled, very cat-like right next to Ichigo. The boy was so warm, so…enticingly..warm. he inched as close as he could, almost smothering the orange-head, trying to consume that warmth. He didn't know how to sleep, he'd never done it before! He'd never been tired, because he never did anything to exhaust himself, so the draining feeling that crept up on him was entirely foreign. He supposed this was 'tired' the body he was in had been used, and taken to its limits, needing to rest and make more energy. Slowly his pale lids slipped closed, the walls and dimmed colors of the bland room going blurry. Tonight would be the first dream he ever had, reality being twisted into whatever his mind made it out to be.****.
Ichigo liked the cool temperature of the hollow's body, cold was so much more comfortable then heat. Un-sticking himself from his wall, Ichigo reached around the lump tolet the chill better seep into him. He rested his spiky orange head right behind his Shiro's, smiling softly at the soft purr-like snores. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this towards someone. It wasn't weird that this was…himself, was it?...no.
-)+(- Shiro POV
I dunno how the hell I got here, but somehow there's a big grassy place around meh. There's no sun or moon in tha sky, hell there's no rainin' er wind er anythi', but there're tons o' these different colored things called….uh, flowers, and they're everywhere! It smeels nice, almost tha way m'Ichi does, 'cept not as good. The things are in all different ways, a multitude of a billion bright colors, flecked with different designs. S'kinna nice…if I were a ten year old girl. then all tha thin's change, the soft colorful part turns crisper…um…paper. Now, I'm in a field of paper flowers. I see a black 'un with little red drips on it, and a still livin' green…um..stem part, and I pick it. As soon as I do, it bursts into flames, "fuckin' damn ow, fuck fuck fuck..!" it burned meh damn finger, motherfucker! Lookin' at meh finger, I see it don't have tha black nails anymore, they're silver. Hmm, I like it. then all the paper flowers burst, some inta flames, and others into…these round floatin' shiny things that have a rainbow hue to 'em. The ones around me float up to my face, an' I reach a silver nail out ta pop it. when I do, I see a whole lil' picture reflected on the…whatever it is, but s'gone b'fore I see what it was. When the thing pops, lil' droplets fall on m'palm, and a piece of paper folded into a flower comes out. I unfold it an' I see ink on it, then all the floaty circle things pop, and the lightin' turns grey, all the liquid droplets fallin' down like rain. The words on tha page smear b'fore I can read 'em. then I was fallin' I got no idea how tha hell tha' happened, but I was fallin, an' it was rainin', nothin' beneath me or above me but grey clouds an' more rain. It was…peaceful? Is tha' the word? I dunno, I liked it, but fer some reason I felt like ihad ta hurry up and fall, get ta the end…
"ahhhhhh!...ah,,oh god…exploding eggs…"
Lookin' around, everythin' started ta fade away, and my eyes felt fuzzy an' fluttered a lil' then I realized I was still in this bed, next ta MY Ichi…how strange, was that what a dream was?...I can definitely say I've never done some'n like tha' b'fore…
Explodin' eggs? What tha hell…oh yeah, Ichigo…
I felt stiff al over, an' meh eyes were sore, rollin' over ta glare at tha person who disrupted meh sleep, sleepin' bein' some'n I discovered I liked, I saw he was already back asleep.
"bastard…". Thumping on tha outside of tha door tol' me some'n was comin' up tha stairs, so I got up, knowin' it was prolly his fuckin' mentally deranged father. Everythin' made a poppin' sound, an oddly satisfyin' poppin' sound. Fer once followin' instructions, I stretched the gigai out, pullin' me arms over meh head, and touchin' my toes. My nails were back ta black again. Pop. I sighed, and waltzed lazily right outta tha way of tha' crazy man jumpin' through tha door. Guess it wouldn't be sucha great idear ta let any'un catch me 'n' tha strawberry ina bed. People still…were a problem. Jus' this one person's extra presence made me tense up…goddamn I'm turnin' inta a pussy. Jus' a person, I can kill 'em, I know that…
After tha shards o' glass from tha closed window clattered and Ichigo was still asleep, I got an idea. Even if I was kinda copyin tha midget bitch, I'd be way better. findin' what I needed, a red an' green marker, I knew what these were very well, cuz o' how many times my lil' berry though' 'bout bein' called tha baron. Bein' quiet as I could be, I straddled my berry, one o' meh new favorite things ta do, and drew a red round-ish heart shape, with green leafy thin's at tha top. Above tha' I wrote "I am the strawberry King" I broke into maniacal laughter, screw bein' quiet.
"damn yer a heavy sleeper, Ichi…"
An annoyin' beepin' sound started up, an' I spotted tha' infernal shinigami badge thing. Hmm, tha' meant there was a fight lurkin' 'bout somewhere…
But if I left this damn gigai, my reiatsu wouldn' be suppressed…
S'also a fight somewhere…which is an excuse ta kill somethin'…
An' if yer caught, then wha'?
I dunno, but I'm bored, an' Ichi's turned inta the droolin' zombie…
Sigh…
Yanno, I think it's bad when yer voices sigh at ya…
I'm not incompetent!
Didn' say ya were…
Pfft, wha'ever…
Leavin' tha' stuffy body b'hind, I pulled a lil' o' King's reiatsu 'round meh like a bubble, jus' incase some'n felt like stalkin' me.
I sniffed, knowin' that'd be simplest way ta find my new prey. Maybe I am a bit sadistic, bu' I do love me killin' some'n. not too far off, I could already see…one, two…three-five hollows.
"holy fuckin' damn, this'll be fun."
The firs' 'un wasn' much fun, didn' even put up a decent fight, so I did not grace him with my awesome smile. The secon' two, pulled some shit 'bout killin meh own kind…
"bullshit, tch, I ain't as low as you on tha scale, bitch." I didn' even have ta have Zan come out, I could kill these pussies with my fuckin' hand. I was severely disappointed, the small thrill was gone. The remainder of 'em erased with a simple flick of tha wrist and a kick to tha head, the crumblin' masks clinkin' ta the ground.
"…borin'." Damn, how pointless. They weren't even like tha hollows I'd seen King fight, they didn't speak, or have anythin' special 'bout 'em. nothin'.
"BAKUDOU NUMBER-..eh?" spinnin' on me heel, I saw the midget bitch and big tits runnin this way. I snickered when I saw how messed up they looked. Tha midget was wearin' only a lil' blue shirt, which was backwards and inside out, an' there were pinkish shiny stuff smeared on her cheeks an' face. Big tits had her hair all scrunchy an' disheveled, her pink top all twisted and stretched, an' there're dark pink marks all down her neck and the parts of exposed chest. How delightful. Both their faces turned mortified and blush-like as I laughed my ass off.
"hollow" the shorter one said in what I guessed was supposed to be a threatening tone.
"eh?"
"you're Kurosaki-kun's hollow!" big tits exclaimed pointin' at me.
"how observant of ya.." I muttered. Seriously, I'd think it was obvious.
At that, the midget bitch smirked.
" you shouldn't go out without that gigai, you know. If Soul Society found out about you, you'd be the next damsel in distress Ichigo would have to save. Of course I'm sure you'd be able to reward him." Fucking. Bitch. There was absolutely no color on my fuckin' face!
"shut the fuck up, ya pussy suckin' midget."
Her eyes narrowed and I stuck my tongue out. I loved sticking my tongue out.
Decidin' to join the conversation I guess, the big titted one pulled at her eyelid makin' a face at meh. Oh, it is SO on. I grabbed the sides of my mouth stretchin' meh face wider, wigglin' meh tongue. Beat that bitch. I turned my eye on the midget wonder, who I could see the giant sweatdrop over.
Pullin' tha focus back on her, midget wonder continued, "I'm serious though, Ichigo wouldn't like if Mayuri decided to dissect you. Or if you both had to annihilate Sereitei…"
Tha itchy feelin' I got 'round people was back. I wanted ta go now, so I sonido-ed back to the broken window. What a waste o' time. The feelin' melted away as soon as I fel' Ichigo's presence. It was warmin' an' calmin' an'- I am NOT a sap, wha' tha hell's wrong with me…che…
I waited a few minutes, an' decided I was hungry enough to venture inta tha kitchen an' look fer some'n. if worse comes ta worse, I'd find the lil' blonde girl-thing. I opened tha door slowly, it squeaked annoyin'ly.
"what was that?" Ichigo yelled. Oh..my…whadda fuck? Crashing windows, and beepin' alarms don' wake him up, but a fuckin' squeaky door does?...
*(anyone watch south park? What's it take to be a lesbian? You have to like licking carpet. Get why he's laughing now? though personally I hate when carpet gets caught in my braces..XP not that I've ever given head..)
**I wanted to demonstrate how raw/new/influencible Shiro's emotions are, by showing how he was affected by the tone of the music..but honestly, I listen to mostly techno, so I'm not all that familiar with anything else or how it sounds…unless it's evanescence..which I can't even spell right, but whatever…so screw it if I'm not getting it accurate. Also, I'm probably mistaken, but in one of the bleach profiles things in the back of the manga books, didn't they say that ichi likes, ummm..jazz or something?..i can't remember..dammit
*** Noone reviewed asking for a RukiHime lemon, but goddammit I wanted to try my hand at it, so dammit I kind of tried doing it anyway!(though it's not much of a lemon..more so a liiimmee… Mewhaha!
And I don't even like Orihime..or Rukia that much..i'd rather have done nel and harrribel..now THERE'S a pairing..lol
****probably a sex dream XD
okay, there's an episode somewhere in Bleach, where Ichigo's asleep somewhere, and he wakes up an screams, and says something about exploding eggs….Uryu's there and so is that little girl bird plushy thinga-mabob…yup
