I love the reviews, and I intend to put some IchiRuki in this chapter. I do want to clear something up, though. Nobody's asked about it, and I noticed it myself. #1: That last chapter, they had the week off, from school. I forgot to mention it. #2: I meant for the twins to be thirteen, not twelve. #3: Chad's got a drivers liscence early because he's alone, and he needs transportation. I mentioned #3 because Chad's younger than Ichigo.

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach in any way, shape, or form. I do, however, own this fic, and if I ever catch you copying my work, I'll feed you to my neighbor's Rotwiler, and she'll chew you up and spit you out, so I can then pancake you under a bus.

Ichigo opened his eyes to the brightness of his room, and had to close them, because of a very nasty migraine. He pulled his pillow over his face, and got some relief from the brightness.

Rukia stirred a little, and got up off the bed. She looked over to Ichigo, wanting to know if he was awake.

"Ichigo? Why is your pillow over your face?" Rukia layed up beside him, and grabbed his hand off his pillow.

"Close the curtains, then I'll get up." Ichigo rolled over, and immediately regretted it. He felt as if he was going to greet last night's dinner all over again. "Oh, shit..." He grabbed for the trashcan, and dryheaved for the next few minutes.

"I guess that's why, huh?" Rukia got up to get some jeans and a shirt on, and helped Ichigo out of bed. She dragged him off to the bathroom, and it couldn't have been soon enough, as Ichigo began praying to the porcelain god.

Yuzu was in the kitchen making breakfast, and heard the retching from upstairs. She popped some bread in the toaster, and went upstairs.

"What's going on?" Yuzu looked at Ichigo, and then realized what a stupid question it was. "Don't answer that."

Yuzu went back down stairs for a glass of water, and was back up in less than a minute. By then, Ichigo was on his feet again, and seemed a little better. Maybe it's just food poisoning, but then, everyne else would have it, too. But I was the only one that ate that burrito when I got myself stranded. Ichigo proceeded to go downstairs, and wait for breakfast. He nutts; he just hocked his gutts up, and he still wants breakfast.

As usual, Ichigo only ate a peice of toast, and a few slices of bacon. He's so lucky to have such a high metabolism...

But it wasn't an hour after breakfast, that he was back in the bathroom, having a nice reunion with his breakfast. Rukia was out with Orihime, and Yuzu was at a friends house. His dad was working, so that left Ichigo alone. He wasn't feeling too bad, except for his headache, which was a bit less painflu now, and when he was doing the technicolor yawn.

Ichigo, thinking that it couldn't be too bad, passed it off as a twety-four hour bug.

Boy, was he wrong.

By the time Rukia got home, he wasn't willing to chance leaving the bathroom. He was puking about every five minutes, and his heaache was worse. Even the slightest noise made his head throb. Feels like a tennis ball is bouncing against my skull.

Rukia rushed over to him, and got him some water.

"I never would've dreamed you were this sick. I'm sorry." Rukia hugged him, and he hugged her back. He wasn't kissing her because he didn't want to pass it on to Rukia, on the chance it was contagious.

"This is way too painful for food poisoning." Ichigo leaned against her shoulder, and she was rubbing his back.

"Maybe your father will know what it is." Rukia felt his forehead, and couldn't find even the slightest fever.

Karin was skating back home, and stopped at a Starbucks on the way. Ichigo might want something. Karin ordered a Venti for her and Yuzu to share, and two Grandes for Ichigo nd Rukia. Isshin definitely didn't need coffe. He's hyper enough as it is...

Karin got her order, and went home. She was able to hold the tray because she had such good balance. Lucky girl.

Ichigo looked up when Karin walked in. And of course, she had to bring him a Caramel Granita when he knew his stomach couldn't handle it.

"Ichigo, I brought you a...you look like you've been chewed up, spit out, and run over by a steam roller."

"Thanks. Put some foil over it, and put it in the mini fridge in the garage. Dad doesn't know the combo, and he really doesn't need any coffe." Ichigo got up off the couch, and hugged his sister. By now, they knew it wasn't contagious, and he was allowed to hug pople. He went back to the couch and layed back down in Rukia's lap. Right now, he loved being sick. But he had to be sick on a vacation week.

Rukia laced her fingers through his hair, and they read some random manga together for the next hour. Ichigo eventually fell asleep, and Rukia followed soon after.

Unfourtunately, Isshin couldn't resist taking about three hundred pictures.

I'm sorry that I didn't put in as much IchiRuki as I had planned, but I'm glad I added another chapter.

I love reviews, so please give me your honest opinions.

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