Well, as promised, here is a new omake for you. As for the subject matter...yyyyeeahhh...not sure what I was thinking...

Ichigo was bored.

Granted, that feeling wasn't entirely new. But lately, with all the Hollow attacks and such, he'd been able to avoid the nuisance of boredom very well. Now…

He sighed. Even the Devil Hunters' random insanity was something he was now used to. Dammit…isn't there anything to DO around here?

Rukia sighed.

She'd been having a decent day, but the gloomy cloud of boredom hanging around Ichigo had been contagious. Trying to reread her manga for the fifth time probably didn't help any. She dropped it, sighing again.

"Bored, Rukia?"

She nodded. "Yeah, thanks to you…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the one sitting around sighing and grumbling! Find something to do!"

"Oh, yeah, well if I'm bothering you so much, why don't you leave?"

She looked at him as if he were a total idiot. "Because you told me not to. You said 'I don't wanna sit through a lecture by that dirty old man because he saw a cute girl he'd never heard of before waltz right out of my room', or something similar."

Silence. "Oh. Right." Man, I feel like a total idiot.

A few minutes passed in silence. Ichigo flopped down on his bed. Dammit, why can't I think of anything to do? Stupid old pervert, always fighting with me…

…

Wait…that reminds me…hmm. He frowned, thinking. Hey, we've got some time to kill. And since Rukia's here…yeah, this could be fun! "Hey, Rukia."

"What?"

"I figured out a way to pass the time."

She smiled. "Did you, now? Well, what is it?"

He patted the bed. "C'mere. I'll show you something real fun two people can do…"

"Remind me how this is supposed to be fun again," Lady grumbled as they stood outside Ichigo's house.

Dante chuckled. "If you'd seen Ichigo's face the last time I dropped in unannounced, you'd know. Besides, the kid's probably spazzing out about the lack of Hollows on a Sunday. I bet he's bored out of his mind; nothing like a good fight to keep things interesting, eh?" As he finished speaking, he jumped up, stabbing Rebellion into the same place he had last time.

"Um, won't they notice that?" she asked.

Dante flipped around, landing on Rebellion like a balance beam. "If they do, I'll use some rubber caulk and paint over it, just like I did last time."

"Where did you find rubber caulk at?"

"At the Shut Up Or He'll Hear Us Hardware Store."

Lady shook her head. "Ass," she mumbled. "You could've been a little…nicer…you know…" she trailed off as she looked at Dante again. He had frozen with his ear against the window and a shocked look on his face. "Dante?"

The window had been shut, and the blinds closed, so he'd decided to listen in and see if he could catch Ichigo by surprise. Unfortunately for Dante, he was the one caught by surprise at what he heard.

Isshin and Yuzu Kurosaki were listening at Ichigo's door, both with odd looks on their faces. Yuzu's was a look of confusion, while Isshin's was one of horror and shame. Yuzu had been coming up to do the laundry, and she'd heard strange noises coming from inside. A few seconds later, Isshin had noticed she didn't ask for his clothes as well, and went to investigate the problem.

And what they heard inside his room was definitely a problem.

"C'mon…" he heard Ichigo's voice say.

"Yes, that's it!" a new voice rang out. It sounded like a girl's.

Ichigo chuckled. "Y'know, you're pretty good at this, Rukia."

"You're not so bad yourself!" the other voice answered.

"Heh, must be instinct, I guess."

The other voice scoffed. "I don't believe you. Have you been doing this with someone else?"

"No. I thought about asking Tatsuki last week, but I figured she'd be too rough on me."

Isshin's eyes widened as he heard them gasping and their breathing speed up. Ichigo…once I get Yuzu out of here, I'm coming back and giving you the worst lecture you've ever heard!

Hmm…what attack should I lead that with? Maybe a drop kick…

Lady looked up at Dante with worry. He hadn't moved for quite some time, and he still had that same shocked look on his face. "Hey, Lady to Dante! You in there?" Nothing. "What the hell's going on in there?"

Dante didn't answer, still transfixed at what he heard.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Faster, Ichigo, faster!" This vibration…it feels good!

'Sure you can handle it?"

"Of course I-" She gasped. "Hey, what are you doing behind me again?"

"You'll see…"

"Ichigo…Idiot! Knock that off, or I'll stop this!"

"Sorry. Worth a try, though."

Dante fell backwards, crashing into the ground with a blank look on his face and blood dribbling out of his nose.

Isshin marched back up to his son's room, a steely glint in his eye. As he neared, he could still hear the sounds of their "activity"; even the bedsprings were squeaking noisily.

"I'm almost there…" Ichigo said, his voice strained.

"What? Ichigo…wait…"

"YES!…Heheh...sorry, Rukia…"

A sigh. "Hmph. I didn't even get to finish."

"Well, if you want we could go again."

"Really? You don't need to take a break or anything? I'm a little worn out…"

"Nope. I'm ready whenever you are."

With that, Isshin flung the door open and charged in. "ALL RIGHT, Ichigo, that's enough of…" he paused as he took in the scene. Ichigo and a dark-haired girl about his age were laying on his bed, fully-clothed and holding controllers that led up to the video game console he'd got for Christmas. "What are you doing?"

Ichigo frowned. "Playing Mario Kart. We were bored."

He blinked. "Oh."

Ichigo stared warily at his father. "Why'd you barge in like that?"

"Well, Yuzu was going to do laundry and we heard…sounds…never mind."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He went to look back at the TV screen, and then his eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry; Dad, this is Rukia. She's a friend of mine."

Rukia got off the bed, bowing. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kurosaki."

Isshin scratched his head, still somewhat dazed. "Um, hi. So…well…if you have any dirty clothes-"

"Just the ones I'm wearing," Ichigo responded.

"Oh…okay." He walked out of the room, shaking his head in confusion. Then he grinned, a glint in his eye. I get it…he's trying to throw us off guard, so that when he actually does…

…Well played, my son. I'll let you think you've won…for now…

Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other as the sounds of his footsteps faded, puzzled. "Sounds?" Rukia asked. "What does he mean by that?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Probably when you were leaning back and forth to turn. I TOLD you that you didn't need to do that."

"But I didn't want to miss the turns! And I don't think he was talking about that; whatever it was seemed embarrassing to talk about."

"Beats me. I'm sure he's just making a big deal out of nothing, as usual." He grinned. "Now, lay back down so I can ram you from behind again."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing the controller as she sat back down. "Hah! I'll finish first this time, just you wait!"

"Helloooo!" Lady said, knocking on Dante's skull. He snapped forward, standing up and shaking his head. "Finally. You were out for a couple minutes there. What was going on up there, anyway?"

He pointed at the window in anger. "Ichigo…Rukia…they were…they were…"

Lady put her hands on her hips. "Spit it out, we don't have all day here."

"They were going at it like a pair of rabbits!"

She raised an eyebrow. "I think the effects of all that alcohol over the years finally kicked in…"

"I swear it! I heard them!"

"Bull."

"Why won't you believe me? Would I lie about something like this?"

"Well…"

"Fine, be like that!" He crossed his arms, pouting at her.

Lady rolled her eyes. "All right, let's pretend I do believe you. Why are you all worked up about it?"

"He's fifteen! That kinda crap's illegal!"

"And you care because…?"

He stared at her. "Because if he gets caught, we gotta bust his ass outta jail!"

She frowned. "Actually, no. First, Rukia doesn't technically exist, so I don't think they can really charge her with a crime. Second, she's in the body of another fifteen year-old, so I don't think she'll be charged for seducing a minor."

"But-"

"Third, the legal age of consent in Japan is thirteen. They're both two years over that limit."

"Oh…wait, how do you know all this?"

She sighed. "Unlike you, I used to travel quite a bit, and some of us like to know how to stay inside the law. Why do you think you were so far in debt back in our world?"

"Oh, please. People are so picky when they want a demon killed. Put a bullet through its head and they're happy, but knock down ONE little building and they get all pissy…"

Innuendo: WINS!

...Yyyyeeaahhhhh...This was...interesting.

...Anyway, I'll be doing a few more omake after this, and I will sincerely try to make them better as I go. I'm a bit rusty after all those months..._

Anyway, read and review!...Even if it's an angry or disgusted review. This chapter's certainly worthy of those...