Author's Note: I didn't really like the last chapter very much. It was kind of...bleh. I think I can do better. I hope I can do better, at least. Well, last chapter ended on a semi-cliffy, didn't it? And I suppose you all want to know what Renji and Hitsugaya are doing on the floor? Rest assured, you will find out in today's installment.

Also, I'm working on a new fic. If I get enough requests, I'll put out a quick preview to it. I'll post it once I finish this fanfiction, which will end with fifteen chapters.

Thanks.

"Well, you see..."

"Yes," Ichigo growled furiously. "I do see. And I see something I wish I didn't."

"He wasn't doing anything to me," Hitsugaya muttered in a rather embarassed tone. "He was just..."

"It's okay, Hitsugaya-taichou," Renji said quickly, eyes darting from the boy captain, to Ichigo, and back. "I'll explain it to him."

"Then hurry up and explain to me already!" Ichigo roared in such a manner that even Yumichika looked up in surprise. Ikkaku, however, was immersed in the task of taking a swig of sake, and then a swig of booze, and then a swig of sake and booze together to see what its effects would be, so, naturally, he didn't respond very noticably, save a loud belch that reeked of alchohol.

"Well, um," Renji began, "You see, no one really invited us here. We kind of invited ourselves. So, when we got here, Hitsugaya-taichou was still sleeping, and he, um, apparently sleeps in his boxers...Anyway, so that explains why he's partially nude..."

At this, the white-haired prodigy gave Renji a venemous glare, as if everything was his fault. Which it kind of was.

"And then, well, we wanted to watch television, but Hitsugaya refused to hand over the remote control..."

Another glare.

"...So I, uh, started tickling him. So he'd let us use the remote. And I somehow ended up on top of him."

The temperature was beginning to drop. All eyes moved nervously across the room to look warily upon a very pissed off Hitsugaya, whose icy reiatsu was leaking all over the place in an ominous fashion. This couldn't be too good.

"That's all?" Ichigo inquired.

"Yeah. That's all. I swear."

"You didn't say anything suggestive to him?"

"No."

"You didn't...touch him? In funny places?"

"No!"

"So you didn't...rape him?"

"N-No! Of course not! I'd never do something like that to him!"

"But you wish you could," Ikkaku cut in. Renji stared at him in horror, Ichigo almost threw up, Yumichika smacked his head for being crass, and the room got colder still.

"You tickled him?"

"I guess..."

Ichigo crossed the room, moving over to Ikkaku and snatching the bottle of booze from his hands, despite his protests, downing what was left in three messy gulps. The sake was treated in a similar fashion. He threw the empty bottles to the floor before inhaling deeply.

Without warning, he suddenly lunged across the room at the Renji, who let out a yelp of horror and made a desperate attempt to flee. The velocity of the strawberry hurling himself through the air, however, was insurmountable, similar to a drunken, orange-topped demonic missle from hell determined to avenge the wounded pride of his precious snow prince. Within what seemed to be less than a nanosecond, Renji found himself being tackled, pinned to the floor, and shortly after, a fist made contact with his face.

"What was that for!?" Renji spluttered, now sporting a bloody nose.

"That was for deflowering Toshiro!" Ichigo fumed.

"I did not deflower him!" Renji retorted. "I merely tickled him! That's not deflowering-"

"You assaulted an innocent boy who was only half-dressed! You pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert, damn you! Stop yelling!"

And yet, the room just kept on getting colder and colder...

Yumichika fell asleep.

Ikkaku was dead drunk, and pretty much as asleep as Yumichika was.

Renji and Ichigo kept yelling.

And Hitsugaya fumed quietly.

"Make your nose stop bleeding!" Ichigo ordered. "You're going to stain Inoue's carpet!"

"What the hell are you yelling at me for!? You're the one who gave me this freaking bloody nose, 'cause your're bloody drunk!" Renji screeched.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to steal my Toshiro's purity!"

"You're acting like I raped him!"

"Because you practically did!"

"Tickling is in no way sexual, you orange-headed freak!"

"You're in denial! You're in denial! Admit to your sins, you filthy, perverted, redheaded pig! Admit it!"

"Hey, I'm not the one who's sleeping with him!"

"Shut up! Both of you!"

Ichigo turned, looking over his shoulder to see a very grumpy Hitsugaya with his arms crossed over his chest and his knees pulled up against his body.

An almost-naked Hitsugaya. Trying in vain to cover himself. White boxers. Matching white hair. Really pissed-off eyes (the most gorgeous eyes in the world, Ichigo thought), and a really pissed-off voice (which also happened to be a very sexy voice, Ichigo thought secondly).

"..."

Long pause.

The whole scene was just much to sexy for Ichigo to bear.

He hurled himself across the room, flinging his arms around Hitsugaya's neck in a strangling embrace. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you from the evil sex fiend, Toshiro!"

"Get off me!" Hitsugaya yelped. This was almost as bad as Matsumoto's death hugs. Except Matsumoto's were worse. And Ichigo with Godzilla-sized boobs was not something he ever wanted to even imagine. He wriggled about in Ichigo's grasp, letting out a long stream of swear words and insults.

"You damned strawberry...Get your filthy hands off me, or I will kick you back to Soul Society...are you listening to me? Let go!"

However, he felt as if his harsh words were being plucked right out of his mouth and transformed into something sweet and fluffy. One of Ichigo's arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, plus another of his arms wrapped around his nearly-bare waist equaled a very strange sensation indeed. A simple equation that the boy genius had no trouble at all registering in his clever little mind.

"Bastard! Let me go! Release me at once, you fiend...I...I...I love you so much, I..."

Horrified at the words that had unconciously leaked out of his mouth, Hitsugaya's face instantly flushed bright red.

Ichigo didn't seem to mind, though.

He rescued the boy from embarassment by sealing off his leaking mouth with a kiss. A rough, sloppy, and undignified kiss.

Unfortunately, Hitsugaya happened to be a neat freak. One of those borderline OCD neat freaks. And sloppy didn't quite cut it for him.

And unfortunately, Ichigo taking firm hold of his ass was a little too much for him.

With a hiss of fury, he slammed his foot into Ichigo's stomach, kicking the strawberry away from him.

"Ichigo...You...You're drunk, damn you!"

With that, Hitsugaya rose to his feet and stormed out of the room, his level of anger signified by the amount of icicles that were slowly forming on the ceiling. There was a long pause before the sound of him slamming the guest bedroom door shut told the tale of one pissed of taichou.

Ichigo stared dumbly at the empty space where Hitsugaya had been a few seconds ago, hands still frozen in a cupped, ass-grabbing posture.

"T...Toshiro...?"

Renji glared venemously at the strawberry.

"Now tell me, Ichigo, who's the pervert?"