A/N: I was inspired? Blah…
Title: Freebies
Pairings/Characters: IchigoxUrahara
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach
Words: 323
Number: #1
Ichigo had never questioned his actions before.
Not once.
Not even when he visited one day, clad in full Shinigami clothes and demanded a new cell phone for Rukia. When he handed the money over though he found he got the creepiest of stares. The man had lifted the fan and then said, "Iie, iie, it's alright Kurosaki-san. It's free." He thought it odd, how the man smiled so serenely and shooed him out of the shop.
When he returned home and told Rukia she just snorted and slammed the door to his closet, leaving him to think through it.
And he was up all night thinking about it. Even Kon didn't get very far interrupting him.
The next day though, he went to the store, personally to see the man. Only he was told the shopkeeper was busy and told to come back later.
Yeah well, later turned out to be late at night.
And now as hands swept along his body, easing his shoulders to relax as a mouth pressed against his neck, kissing gently he knew why he never questioned his actions before. Blonde hair tickled his cheek, encouraging him to crack a small smile and tilt his head further back.
Those very hands had fought him, had touched him, and also healed him.
He knew now…
"Kurosaki-han…" The voice whispered heavily in his ear, with that rough tone usually only reserved for battles and fighting. He found his expression changing to a smirk, matching the merchant on top of him. "You do realize why…" Those grey eyes, filled of immense sorrow stared into Ichigos chocolate colored ones.
"Yeah…" he found his reply simple.
He knew why the phone was free now.
Because when you get something free.
You can always expect to come back for more.