No way in hell.

"Okay Rukia, that's going too damn far." Ichigo pleaded, staring at what the shinigami in a gigai was holding up to him. He just stared at it, his eyes seething with annoyance and his chin clenched tightly.

Rukia pleaded with him, holding up the box, pushing it against his chest, sure she may be well over a hundred years old, but she didn't act it. She could easily pass for someone his age, which annoyed him to no end considering everyone in school thought that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She didn't even try to refute it. "Oh c'mon Ichigo! It's not going to kill you!"

The strawberry-headed teenager growled, "Like hell it won't! You know how badly my reputation would be stained if I was caught with one of those in my room?"

Rukia pouted, holding the box, "Well I don't even have a room! And it doesn't even look like I live there!" She argued, trying to get Ichigo to buy whatever it was she had.

"Yea right! You have a room. Dad made my closet your room, so what's the problem?" He retorted, pushing the box away from him. "Can't you put it there?"

Her 'angry' look flashed across her face, "Wrong! My room is your sister's room! Are you telling me that your father is making me change rooms!" She fumed.

Ichigo forgot, that was suppose to be a secret, "No! I said my sister's room dammit!"

"Spit it out!"

"What! I didn't say a damn thing!"

"SING TO ME!" She screamed, about ready to tackle him to the ground. Unknown to them, a small crowd was beginning to form around them, watching the fight.

"How about no!" He yelled back at her. The box was already placed on a nearby counter to prevent it from getting damaged, that's just Rukia's way of thinking ahead.

"I know there's something you're not telling me Kurosaki Ichigo!" Rukia felt her fist tighten as she felt a punch brewing in her arm.

"Tell you what dammit? I only said that you live in my closest. I mean, my sister's room." Realizing his folly, Ichigo knew what was going to happen. Rukia's fist went right to his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground in agony. "Dammit! That fricken hurt Rukia!" He exclaimed, holding his stomach in pain.

"Oh take it like a man! There's something you're not telling me, and I wanna know dammit!" She argued.

Ichigo, finally realizing his loss, quickly thought of a compromise, "Dammit, if I buy you that 'Chappy doll, along with those damned ceiling things, will you stop friggen badgering me!"He said loudly, trying to get up.

Rukia smiled in triumph, "Okay!" She gleamed, a complete contrast to how she was looking just a few seconds ago. Looking around, she noticed the crowd dissipate, some of them really disappointed that the fight wouldn't continue.

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That night Ichigo spent his entire time staring at the rabbit ceiling stickers that were placed there permanently by Rukia. On his table sitting in the corner a chappy doll stared back at him, and in his closet he could hear the gentle breathing of his fellow Shinigami, when they got home, Isshin had finished the renovations to Ichigo's closet early. Rukia moved that night. Ichigo lost three fights that day. Two to his 'girlfriend' or more like 'torture master', and one to his dignity. "No way in hell am I going to do that shit again." He commented to himself as he tried to sleep, only to dream of Chappy Rukia attacking him in his sleep.


Reader Responses: Eris, I'm going to continue that theme of pairings with her and Byakuya, but I had to have some kind of start, I took into account how he is, and his devotion to his old wife. So don't completely rule that out altogether. Just a little cliff-hanger to keep you reading.