Rolling over in the bed, I hugged a pillow close to me, trying to figure out why I was so cold. Slowly I began to wake up and take in the surroundings. Kish was gone, and from the lack of indention in the bed, he had been gone for quite some while. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and fixed my shirt that had sometime during the night decided to slide up to my stomach. "Kish?" I asked aloud, not hearing anything. I felt a little alone then, saddened at the fact that I was left by myself after experiencing something like last night for the first time.

Even Trade II

By: Satashi

Testing, I touched the door to the room, surprised as it slid open. Deciding that Kish didn't mind if I left if he didn't lock the door, I stepped out into the hallway and began to walk in a random direction, making sure I remembered how to get back. As I walked, I passed a few people, who gave me odd looks. I had my ears and tail out, like before. As long as no one saw my human ears, they would just assume it was all part of a costume and not give me any trouble.

Coming to an intersection, I looked around, seeing that ahead of me was a larger room that looked like a plaza of some kind. Deciding to see what it was, I walked over to it and looked around. It seemed to be a food court of sorts, as well as some places to hang out. I was about to turn around and head back, but a familiar voice called out to me. Turning, I saw Tart leaning against a pillar, arms crossed and looking at me. "You're not supposed to be out here," He told me, glaring. "Not planning on running are you? Where could you go?"

"How rude," I countered him. "Kish left the door unlocked, so I was walking around."

"He did?" Tart look surprised a moment before sighing and shaking his head. "That idiot. Ah well, come then, I'll escort you back."

"I don't want to go back. It's boring there."

Tart looked over my cloths. I was wearing one of Kish's drawstring pants with a hole slit in it for my tail. Also I had on one of his shirts that showed his stomach, but covered mine perfectly. They also had those annoying strands of cloth that flared out behind me wherever I went. "I don't care if you're bored or not. More importantly, don't wear those," He pointed at me. "The trail behind the pants is a sign of rank. The longer it is the higher up you are. Two stands for military. I don't like you wearing them."

"If I want to wear Kish's cloths, that's my business, you little runt!"

"Don't call me that, you old hag!"

"I'm four years older than you!" I yelled, stepping up to him and looking down. The poor boy didn't even come up to my shoulders. "And Kish is older than me, so is he an old geezer?" His face twisted, and I knew he didn't have a comeback for that one. "Besides, you are shorter than a girl! Therefore, you're a runt, and I'm just a teenager."

"Shut up damn it!" Tart leapt back and formed a ball of energy in his hand. "You want me to blast you right here? 'Cause I will!"

"Oh look, the midget's getting upset again!"

I turned to the voice, surprised to see a group of teenage looking people standing in a small group. Tart looked over at them and glared as another one of them pointed at him. "Oh look, he noticed us. Must be hard, after all, since he has to look skyward to see anything at all." They all laughed, making Tart even angrier for a moment before turning away, and glaring at the ground. Shocked, I noticed his eyes blurred a bit, almost like he wanted to cry but wouldn't let himself.

This was too much. "Hey you guys, you shouldn't say mean things like that!" I called over to them, completely ignoring that Tart and I had just recently been arguing. "It's very rude."

"Who are you to talk?" The first one countered me, laughing. "A cat eared girl and a midget, what a great couple!"

Tart flinched and I noticed that his shoulders sagged as the group started chanting "small fry" and "midget." Not being able to take it, I walked over to them and got in the leader's face.

"I don't know you, but I really don't like you. Apologize to him! He's fighting for you!"

"Only so people will stop picking on him," He told me, grinning. "He's nothing to what Pai and Kish are. It's a shame their brothers"

Before I could stop myself I had already slapped him. The boy staggered back a few steps and raised his hand to his cheek, where four small cut marks were forming. "Kish is one of the most loyal people I have met," I spoke firmly, glaring. "He never thinks about himself and always helps others. Tart is the same way. He's doing this even though people pick on him like you guys." I pointed at them, seething. "Tart is twice the man you are!"

"Ichigo!?" Tart turned and looked at me, stunned.

"Come on, Tart," I spoke, turning my back on the boys, who were still stunned. "Let's go somewhere else." I walked past him, having no idea where I was going, and felt Tart walk next to me, hands behind his head in a casual manor. When we left the area and went back into the hallways, I finally spoke up. "I have no clue where we're going."

"To the training room," Tart answered me softly. After walking in silence a few more minuets, he stoke again. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That."

"Oh. I don't know." I looked down a little. "I didn't know they picked on you like that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like I did."

Tart looked up at me and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly in a grin. "Maybe you're not as bad as I thought."

"Hey, coming from you, that's quite a compliment." I laughed lightly, making him laugh as well.

"I guess I can see kind of what Kish sees in you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, a lot of girls flock to him. But none of them ever really seem to want him as himself. It's kind of hard to explain, but...I don't know."

"I understand. Like they want him because he's a leader. A ranking officer, right?"

"Something like that, yeah. Thing is, he's never been turned down before. When you did it, he kind of went into shock."

"Yay for me," I snorted. I turn down a guy and he becomes a stalker." Tart actually laughed at my joke, making me smile a little bit. I never thought of him as a normal person with a life before, and I felt a little bad about it. They were only trying to do what I was doing after all. Fight for the right they believed in. "Tart, what's your connection with Kish?"

"Eh? He's my brother."

"Really?"

"Well, not really." He removed his hands from his hair and walked normally. "His parents died when he was young. My parents adopted him because they thought they weren't able to have a son. When Kish was four, my mother was pregnant with me. About a year later, I came into the picture. I hear that at first Kish was really jealous and angry at me, feeling like I was stealing the people who he started to call his parents. A while later, Kish ran away. I didn't see him again for three years. Then all of a sudden people started picking on me in kindergarten because I was so small. Out of nowhere this man came and defended me. He took me home and turns out, it was Kish. He stayed with me for a year before he moved out again, this time staying in close contact with me. He always looked out for me, and in return I always played with him." Tart laughed a little. "Some people say we rubbed off on each other too much. I got his flashy attitude and he got too fun loving and joking from me."

"Oh wow, I never knew he had such a rough childhood." I felt really awful now. After all he went through, he was still always thinking about other people. And I always thought he was some sick pervert who only wanted me because I wouldn't let him have it. And after last night... I shook my head roughly. There was no need in thinking about that. I was high on chocolate and I wasn't thinking straight. That kiss didn't mean anything...none of them did.

"Here we are," Tart slid a type of keycard through the section next to the door and we were granted entrance into a small room that had several control panels and a large glass window in it, looking into the room right next to us.

Looking around, I noticed Pai in front of the controls, moving several of them around in different intervals. Moving my eyes from him, I looked through the window. I was surprised to see Kish there, shirtless, fighting against several robots at a time with his nightsticks.

"This is our training area," Tart told me, watching. "Kish has daily morning practice on the highest setting. Only Pai can give him a challenge anymore..."

Tart's words started to take back burner in my mind as I watched him jump, turn, and twist in the battle. Sweat glistened off his toned body and his hair was ruffled and out of its normal bands by his ears. I had never noticed before, hut it went a little past his shoulders, and swooshed behind him if he turned fast enough. His shoulders were broad, and firm, muscled to a point where it was obvious of his power but not unattractive. His bare chest heaved while he breathed out quickly. A six pack of abs graced his stomach and even his back looked perfectly toned and smooth.

And to think, I had my hands on that very back of his last night, rubbing it while he drove me crazy with his flurry of kisses. I couldn't turn away from the sight, as my mind retracted back to the previous night. His wet lips and hot breath trailing over my neck and his hand caressing me so gently...

"Ichigo?"

I jumped, snapped back to reality, just as Kish finally smashed the last humanoid robot, ending his session. "Eh? Sorry, Tart, I lost my mind for a moment."

He grinned. "Ehhhh. I think someone has a liking for my brother."

"Say one more word and I'll tease you non-stop about pudding," I hissed down at him, blushing furiously. This seemed to work, for he turned his head and blushed lightly himself.

"Good work, Kish." Pai congratulated through a microphone in front of him. "You're battle accuracy has increased by one percent since last testing. You're speed is the same, but your power has risen two percent."

"Oh wow, one and two whole percent, Pai?" Kish's voice answered him through a speaker. "Not point nine or one point eight or something? Come on; don't get specific on me or anything."

"One point nine, eight, five, two, four if you want specifics. I rounded up for your convenience."

Kish sighed and scratched his head. "Whatever, Pai. Thanks. I'm going to take a shower now."

"You have a guest," Pai told him, shocking me. I didn't even know he knew I was here. The next moment, Kish had teleported in front of me. Gasping out, I took a step back. I was about to scold him for scaring me like that, but Pai spoke before I could. "Do not teleport unless you are in the teleportation room," he told him off-handedly but in a firm voice. "And do not forget to lock your door again, or I'll lock her in a cell."

"I don't think she'll do anything," Tart spoke up for my defense. I couldn't help but smile down at him and pat his head once and ruffle his hair. "I'm not a kid, Ichigo."

"Ah, sorry," my voice broke lightly in a small laugh. I then turned to Kish, who was smiling at me, still half necked. My eyes trailed to his body, a motion that he didn't miss.

"See something you like, Kitten?"

Instantly looking back up at his face, I shook my head. "Nothing!" I narrowed my eyes. "You jerk. You left me this morning."

He looked a little confused. "I always work out in the mornings."

"Yeah, but..." I looked away and down, feeling my cheeks warm a little. "I was just a little... lonely I guess..."

"If you are going to speak, please do it away from here," Pai told us, not looking as he typed several things on a keyboard in front of him.

"Sure, Sure." Kish walked by me as Tart went over to sit next to Pai and start typing as well. I felt my hand being taken and I allowed him to guide me out of the room and back into the hallway. After the door closed behind us, Kish threaded his fingers between mine. "You're wearing my cloths," he spoke softly, looking me over.

"I-I didn't have a choice," I retorted, looking away and starting to walk, taking him with me. "I don't have any of my own."

"That way leads to the rec. room. If you want to play, let me take a shower and get dressed first."

Blushing some more, I remembered that he still wasn't wearing a shirt. This fact was driven home to me as a few girls passed us, looked over at Kish, and giggled and pointed, blushing.

Suddenly I felt a little unnerved and I stepped closer to him, glaring at the females. They looked a little shocked and went on their way. Sniffing, I looked back around, but noticed Kish was looking down at me. "What?" I asked, turning to walk the opposite way we were going. "Aren't we going back to your room?"

"Yeah." He seemed a little happier now for some reason, and even left my hand in favor or putting his arm around me as we walked.

"Kish?" I looked up at him.

"Yes, my little Kitten?" He stopped walking to look down at me.

"You stink. Badly." I took a few steps ahead, turned, and laughed at him.

"Why did you come looking for me this morning?" Kish asked through the bathroom door as she cleaned himself. "I told you not to leave the room last night didn't I?"

"The door was unlocked," I called back, looking through his cabinets and taking out random spices that smelt like I knew. All of them had different names, but they were most surprisingly similar. I recalled learning somewhere that most things plant wise were named in Latin. As far as I knew, Latin was a language spoken many, many years ago. Who knows? Maybe Kish's branch of humans spoke Latin way back in the day.

"Dammit, Pai always warned me about not locking my door," Kish muttered, making me laugh. "You're not helping!"

"Never claimed to be!" I opened his refrigerator and plucked out a few things. Kish was, from what I could tell, mostly a vegetarian, so I was trying my best to make a type of dinner for us that we would both like. Unfortunately, it looked like I was making something that only had artificial meat of some sort. Oh well, I had learned how to make really great tofu seer before.

I listened to the water run from the bathroom as I thought back on my day. It had gone by fairly quickly after the little incident this morning. I had spent a few hours playing with Kish in the arcade that he called the recreational room, and was starting to get the hang of dance dance revolution that he seemed to be so fond of. Also Tart stopped by for lunch and we three had a good meal together. I never through I'd think like this, but he was starting to make me wonder what a little brother would be like. After eating Kish was going to take me to a 'special place', but an emergency call from Pai made him have to report for business? I don't know what happened, but he came back an hour later and said it was only a false alarm.

Kish was flirting with me shamelessly through dinner, and despite myself, I started flirting back about halfway through. Currently we were sitting on his bed, talking about random things that we have done in life while goofing off with friends and more or less being a delinquent.

"So, how many boyfriends have you had?" He asked me, head tilting to the side.

I wasn't expecting him to ask me that. We were now asking questions about each other to try and understand each other a little better. It was his idea, and I found it rather cute actually. "Boyfriends? Hmmm... Not many. I've had a few crushes, and a few dates with boys, but not really a steady boyfriend besides Masaya."

"Oh. Him."

"Don't be like that, he's a great guy."

"Sure."

"He is! He's just..." I sighed. "I don't know. He's always doing things like cleaning rivers or picking up trash in the park... He's always there for me; always trying to help...He's so understanding and never doubts me even for a moment. It's just... He's too perfect. I keep thinking I would wake up and he'd be gone. It's a little scary, and when I'm with him I feel as if it's a dream that I'm not supposed to be in... I think what I'm trying to say is, I feel a little uneasy with him. I like him, but I just don't think it would work out. Maybe that's why I tried so hard. One of my crushes that I didn't want to think through."

"So, wait, you two aren't together?"

"Nuh-uh. I don't think we ever will be, actually, and...Kish, you don't have to be smiling like that."

"Does this mean I can flirt with you all I want?" He asked, and I suddenly found myself on my back on his bed with him on top of me.

Blushing, I squirmed a little bit. "K-Kish..."

Looking down at me, he smiled. "I've been thinking about it all day," he admitted to me, suddenly looking a little nervous. "About the kissing... I really liked it."

"Did you?" I stammered a little, making me inwardly want to kick myself. It had crossed my mind too randomly. I didn't think of it as an accident anymore, after realizing that I had really enjoyed it myself.

"I did..." He slowly trailed off, looking down at me, as if asking permission. To answer him, I simply closed my eyes and titled my head up a little. His lips met mine a moment later and decided that now would be the best time I had to sort out why I was thinking about him so much all of a sudden.

Relaxing and letting myself go, I kissed him back. He responded happily and started to rub my sides slowly. Feeling my body start to warm up, I pulled back enough to take a small breath of air and feel myself smile, rolling him over and making him yelp out.

Pinning his arms, I kissed him again, lightly nipping at his lips and teasing him by only letting him kiss the tips of my lips. He groaned out and struggled against my hold, but I pressed down firmer, making my point across that I didn't want him to move.

I straddled his waist and leaned over to kiss him fully. It was in that kiss that I realized that I wasn't just doing this to test my feelings. I already knew how I felt. Ever since I learned what his personal life was like, and how he really was, I knew. I wanted to kiss him, wanted him to touch me and to hold me. I didn't feel ashamed at all anymore about it.

Pulling back, I smiled at him, opening my eyes to look down at him. He grinned back up at me and licked my lips, making me blush. Understanding what he wanted, I replaced my lips against his and opened my mouth slightly. His tongue met mine and I moaned out, molding my body against his and feeling his warmth slide over me slowly. My hands found their way into his hair and his around to my back, rubbing in a small circle.

When his hands touched the hem of my shirt and lifted it slightly in question, I didn't hesitate to pull back and sit on his waist, smiling down at him shyly. Slowly I gripped the bottom of my shirt and rose it up and over my head. I heard him gasp lightly in the back of his throat and felt his hands touch my hips and slowly trail upwards over my sides. I shivered at his touch and felt my cheeks grow really hot. My abdomen was also starting to feel funny as his hands traced the underside of my bra.

Leaning back down, I touched his shirt and lifted up, raising one eyebrow at him. He answered by pulling his own shirt off and tossing it off the bed and immediately pulling me against him, flipping me over so he was on top.

I felt his lips on mine quickly and his hands roll over my stomach and sides. They felt everywhere my skin was exposed. I was getting hotter and I wanted to hiss him more. Pulling his head back down to kiss me instead of looking at my body, I slid my tongue into his mouth and purred. His hands slowed down enough to start to actually rub my stomach and ribs.

After a moment, I slowly took one of my hands from his hair and placed it on top of his. He paused his kisses and opened his eyes to look into mine. I swallowed and slowly guided it to my chest, where I showed his fingers how to unclip the front clasp of my bra, making it fall over and reveal my breast to him. His eyes widened, but I closed mine after that, letting my hand retake its spot in his hair. Guiding his head down to my breast, I shivered when I felt the first kiss planted on my skin.

His breath was warm as it played over my skin. Kish was slowly taking his time, gently nuzzling my neck while wrapping his arms under me to pull my body up just a little. His mouth was placed over my left breast and gently started to suck on it slowly. I blushed darkly as a moan escaped against my will, followed by an audible gasp for air as his tongue once against met my skin. I could only pant out as he continued; eyes closed and head tilted back. My hands stayed threaded through his hair, guiding him lightly and encouraging him to do certain things by gripping tighter when he did something I really liked.

I felt like I was in heaven. I was hot all over, but it was a nice feeling against the coldness that always seemed to hang over his room. I could tell I had a very faint film of sweat on me already, but I didn't care. My chest was already wet enough from his kisses. When he went back up to meet my lips, I pulled him close to me, holding him against my skin and wrapping my legs around his waist.

I gasped out loud when I felt him press against me. He shivered lightly in my gasp and blew into my ear lightly. Pulling back a little, I looked up into his eyes and tried to speak, my voice shaking a little. "I'm not the only one...to like this, huh?" His face went red and I smiled at his shyness. Gently I rolled him over and placed one finger against his lips when he was about to speak. "I want to..." I told him softly, voice wavering from the feelings I had running through me all at once.

I didn't really know how to go about what I was doing, so I started at his neck, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down his shoulder and over his chest and stomach. Pulling the drawstring on his pants, they were loose enough for me to slowly pull down.

I was nervous, but looking back up at him, I could tell that he was already in a state of pleasure and I hadn't even touched him yet. Swallowing, I gently gripped him in my hand and started to move it. Kish instantly gasped out and gripped the sheets of the bed. Not being able to help myself, I giggled a little. "Aw, I think he likes it..."

He growled at me, but gasped again when I sped up my pace a little. I was amazed. I could make him feel like this by such a simple act. My heart raced quicker when I watched him as I moved my hand. My insides were calming down, but my heart was going just as fast. I felt happy inside. Glad that I could make him feel as good as he made me feel. I felt great knowing that I could make him feel loved after all this time of rejecting him.

Slowly I closed my eyes and leaned forward, taking him into my mouth a little. Instantly his hands shot to my hair and he took a long intake through his nose. "Kitten..."

I blushed and continued, listening to the sounds of his panting and occasional moans of pleasure. After a while, Kish had calmed down enough to play with my hair and only breathe heavily instead of squirming around and gasping. I don't know how long I continued, and I was about to stop when I suddenly tasted something hot and sticky in my mouth. Pulling back, I gasped out and retreated, feeling my hands get coated. Swallowing thickly, I panted out and realized what had just happened. "Kish!"

He was breathing heavily, eyes closed and head to the side. "That was wonderful, Kitten..."

Wiping my hands off on his sheets, I decided that if it stained, it was his own damn fault for not telling me. Looking back over at him, I softened up and laid on top of him, instantly being hugged and pulled close. Blushing, I felt him kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear. "I won't leave this time...I'll stay until you wake up...I promise."

Snuggling deeper into his embrace, I felt him pull the covers around us before he returned his grasp on me, not seeming to want me to leave his touch for even a moment. "Kish...?" I asked softly, whispering against his neck, where I was laid. I heard him reply, just as lightly, still breathing a little hard. "If you ever do that in my mouth again, I'm going to bite it off. Are we clear?"

He hugged me closer. "If you promise me one thing...?"

"What?" I inhaled his scent and curled up against him, getting comfortable.

"Be my girlfriend?"

"...Yeah. Yes, I will." Kissing his chest, I smiled and hugged him tighter. "I will Kish, I most definitely will."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone. This chapter is dedicated to Krysofdeath, first person to review this story . Also, I read a little of the Terms of Service today to see what the specific ruling on NC-17 fanfics were. It said that FF.N stories may contain sexually explicit stories. As long as they are properly rated, and readers were forewarned, then it would be okay. Well, I rated this "R" and gave a warning, so I guess were good As far as the rules go. So, yeah...um, review please. Once again, please suggest on more/less lemony or if I should keep the same going. I'm trying to keep it tasteful, and a little humor in too because I think we all know that Kish and Ichigo would have fun while....having....fun.....yeah ; See you next chapter