Sorry for the long wait in update…driver's ed, vacationing, reading, etc. were taking up quite a bit of my time. Oh well. Anyways, thank you my glorious reviewers. I heart each and every single one of you.

Anyhow, although this chapter is mostly fluff and stuff, be on the look out for major plot development. Enjoy.

CH7: The Thoughts that Flow like Blood

Ichigo woke up relatively easily and painlessly…in terms of not having to wake up to Isshin's morning assault. On the other hand, he had a massive hangover. Memories of the night before were a little muddled, but he knew for sure that the person who fed him enough alcohol to make him pass out was none other then the man lying haphazardly in the bed next to him. Arms askew, legs wide apart, Shuuhei had taken up all of his bed as well as half of Ichigo's bed, forcing Ichigo to sleep in the cramped corner next to the window.
"Bastard…" Ichigo muttered as he started to crawl over Shuuhei's body. Just as he was about to hop off the bed, he turned to look at the sleeping Shuuhei. His shirt was pushed up past his abs barely covering his nipples, and his boxers were hanging on his waist lower than usual; that was all Ichigo needed to wake up 'Little Ichigo'. Sighing, he mentally scolded himself for indulging in such a simple pleasure as looking at Shuuhei. He sat at the base of the bed for a moment and looked into the mirror. From what he could tell, he was relatively easy on the eyes, not exceptionally handsome but definitely not ugly. He then looked over at Shuuhei. This man, on the other hand, had the wild appeal that any person would fall for. Shuuhei stirred in his sleep, gaining Ichigo's attention once more. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Shuuhei slip a hand into his boxers. Subconsciously, he felt his mouth hang wide open and a sliver of drool drip from the corner of his mouth. Blushing, he tried to gulp and restrain the drool as he watched Shuuhei slide his hand down further. Ichigo decided that this was what made him look at Shuuhei with longing: the fact that Shuuhei was naturally sexy without even trying. Ichigo crept closer as he tried to peek into the little crevice inbetween Shuuhei's stomach and boxers. Part of him told him to get even closer, yet another part was reprimanding him for being such a damn pervert…a pervert that was looking at another guy for crying out loud.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo's face turned a pale blue as he looked up to see Shuuhei eyeing him curiously.
"Uh…bug…a bug crawled into your clothes!" said Ichigo as he quickly tried to cover up his lie. Shuuhei was still looking at him suspiciously but sighed as he got out of bed. He stripped his shirt and boxers off right in front of Ichigo.
"No bug here…" sighed Shuuhei.
"T―The hell are you doing?" yelled Ichigo as he jumped back. "Put your clothes back on!" Ichigo cried as he ran to the door, trying to conceal the bulge in his pants. Just as he was about to open the door, the door flew open and hit Ichigo square in the face.

"Good morning my loveable sons!" cried Isshin, flying gracefully into the room and landing neatly on Ichigo's stomach. "I see you have risen early to ambush me this morning Ichigo, but those tactics will never work!" he cried as he tap danced on Ichigo's stomach.
"B―Bastard…" groaned Ichigo before passing out. Satisfied that he had won their morning battle, Isshin turned his attention to Shuuhei.
"And how are you this morning my other son?" Shuuhei stared at the man in disbelief. What kind of father attacked their son? Sure, Shuuhei had never known his own father, but seriously, what was wrong with this man? He didn't have time to contemplate this. He had to focus on Isshin who had leapt forward with a flying kick. Blocking it with both hands, Shuuhei grabbed Isshin's airborne leg and spun the man around in circles. Finally, he released the man and let him fly through the window.
"You're improving, my other son!" cried Isshin as he flew over the roof of the house next to them.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" yelled Karin from her room. She banged her feet against the wall several times, and then all was quiet again. Shuuhei sighed as he leaned down to pick Ichigo up. Eyeing the boy over for any injuries, he was a little surprised to see the bulge in Ichigo's boxers.
"Oh? You get morning wood too?" he muttered curiously as he poked and prodded the obvious erection. Chuckling quietly, he laid Ichigo back in bed quietly. That done, he could take care of his own morning wood in the privacy of the bathroom.

Ichigo woke with a headache worse than the one he had originally woken up with. 'So much for not getting attacked by my old man…' sighed Ichigo as he rubbed the temples of his forehead. He got out of bed once more and made his way to the door and cautiously opened it…only to slip on a stray pair of boxers on the ground. 'This is gonna hurt…' he thought as he fell backwards and reached out to grab something to stop his fall. Miraculously, something did stop his fall…even though his hands were holding on to nothing. He opened his eyes slowly…and found himself staring straight into Shuuhei's face.
"You alright?" asked Shuuhei genuinely. Ichigo blinked several times, before nodding dumbly. The position they were in made it seem as if they were doing a complex tango maneuver, with Shuuhei in a forward lunging stance, his right hand grasping Ichigo's wrist firmly, and his left arm carefully wrapped around Ichigo's waist. They stood stone still in that position for several minutes, before Ichigo realized that Shuuhei's hand was slowly moving downwards, getting uncomfortably close to his ass. Out of reflex more than offense, Ichigo kneed Shuuhei in the stomach.
"The…the hell…" groaned Shuuhei as he collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.
"Sorry! I…uh…I'm really hungry and you were blocking my way," chuckled Ichigo nervously as he sidestepped Shuuhei's punch.
"B―Bastard…" panted Shuuhei as he got up on his feet. "That could've knocked me out…"
"W―Wait a sec!" said Ichigo, now annoyed. "Who got me drunk last night? Eh? Who made me pass out? Yeah, that's right, you. So you damn well deserved that." Ichigo turned around gruffly and walked down the stairs, ignoring the now grinning Shuuhei.
"I'll be damned if I don't get you drunk again tonight…" chuckled Shuuhei devilishly as he followed Ichigo down the stairs.

"Otou-san is busy today so I want you two to take good care of your sisters, you got that?" asked Isshin in a booming voice. Ichigo sighed and nodded as he played with his cereal while Shuuhei wolfed down his breakfast.

"I thought you were hungry," said Shuuhei in between mouthfuls as he kicked Ichigo in the shin. Ichigo opened his mouth to shoot back a retort but was cut off by Yuzu.
"We wanna go to the bookstore!" cried his little sister as she hung onto the sleeve of his shirt.
"You do that. I'll go to the arcade," announced Karin as she finished her breakfast quickly. "You're going with me, right Shuuhei?"
"What? How come you don't ask me?" grumbled Ichigo.
"But you're going with me, onii-san!" pleaded Yuzu as she clung tightly to Ichigo. Ichigo and his two sisters argued back and forth for several minutes, before Isshin finall interrupted.
"Then it's decided! Ichigo! Go with Yuzu to the bookstore!" Ichigo scowled and shot Isshin a death stare. Isshin brushed it off as he continued shouting across the table. "Shuuhei! Go with Karin to the arcade…" Karin jumped from her seat and shot her right first straight into the air.
"Alright!" shouted Karin joyfully.
"…of books!" finished Isshin. Karin's face changed from pure ecstasy to displeasure in one second flat. "Now stop stalling and go! I need to get ready for my appointment!" roared Isshin as he pushed all 4 of the kids out of the house. "Here's some money. Don't come back till you've spent it all!" he said as he threw his wallet through the door and slammed it shut. The group sighed as they turned around and started heading out. After a few minutes of walking, Karin spoke up.
"Well then…let's go to the arcade…" chuckled Karin evilly as she tugged Shuuhei to follow her.
"ARCADE OF BOOKS, YOU MEAN!" yelled Isshin from atop of the roof of the house they were standing next to. Karin sweatdropped and nodded her head in defeat.

Yuzu's bookstore of choice turned out to be one of those specialized bookstores, devoted entirely to shounen-ai and yaoi.
"I'm not going in there," growled Ichigo as he sat down outside of the store.
"Yes you are," insisted Yuzu as she pulled Ichigo's arm.
"No way in hell."
"Help me out here Karin!" Much to Ichigo's surprise, Karin came over and started pulling his arm as well.
"The hell? I thought you wanted to go to the arcade…"
"Well Yuzu didn't tell me we were going to this store."
"Y―You like this kinda stuff too?" asked Ichigo in disbelief, recoiling from his two sisters in shock. The two girls sighed and started tapping their feet in impatience. Ichigo shook his head in disbelief as he muttered incoherent words, angrily to himself. It wasn't that he didn't like this genre of literature…no, it was quite the opposite. He was intrigued, and God forbid, almost fascinated by it. Never having read anything of the sort, he was actually curious to see what the books had to say…and see if they could perhaps give him some…insight on his situation with Shuuhei. He glanced quickly at Shuuhei to see the other man's reaction to the whole predicament…and found that Shuuhei was already inside the store with Yuzu.
"Traitor!" yelled Ichigo angrily.
"Shut up!" yelled Karin as she swung a kick to the back of his head, effectively knocking him out.

Ichigo woke with a searing headache, even more painful than the one he had gotten from the hangover and the one from Isshin combined. At first, he couldn't understand why a little kick from his sister could cause him so much pain. But after registering his thoughts and sensing his surroundings, he realized that the headache wasn't coming from the kick; it was coming from a strange high-pitched sound that reverberated through the air. He opened his eyes cautiously and found himself sitting in the corner of a large room, filled with shelves after shelves, rows after rows, books after books of shounen-ai/yaoi. 'This can't be happening…' muttered Ichigo in disbelief as he rubbed his eyes. But much to his horror, it was. And what was worse was the fact that girls were everywhere, clawing, clutching, clamoring over one another for the books. It was then he realized that the sound was actually the ecstatic cries of the girls standing around the store. After finding a suitable book, each girl would sit down on the spot, open the book, and start reading. And every so often, a girl would close her eyes and squeal in delight. Ichigo stood up slowly and scanned the aisles, looking for the tell-tale signs of his sisters, so that they could ditch the place as soon as possible, but to no avail. After minutes of standing and looking, he gave up and decided to actually try walking and looking. As he walked through the aisles, he noticed a large amount of eyes watching his every movement. Feeling uneasy, he picked up his pace and walked through the aisles at a quicker pace. The eyes still followed him. He picked up his pace once more. Eyes still following him. He was at a slow jog now. Even more eyes following him now. Finally, Ichigo lost his temper and turned to a group of girls standing close by. As suspected, they were gawking at him as well.
"The hell's wrong with you guys!" he shouted aloud. The girls didn't respond. Instead, they slowly opened the books they had in their hands and looked into them. Ichigo's left eye twitched in annoyance. "First you stare at me, and now you're ignoring me!" he asked loudly. The girls looked up from their books. A quiet murmur started to rise from the group.
"He's pouting…"
"So cute…"
"Just like that one guy from that one book…"
"He's a real good looker too…"
"He's dead gorgeous…"
Ichigo started to step back away slowly now, both eyes twitching, this time from panic. 'S―Scary…' thought Ichigo to himself as he backed into another group of girls. This group was staring at him intently as well. Whispers grew louder now, threatening to break into loud conversations. Ichigo tried to tune the words out as he walked in another direction. 'So many girls…' thought Ichigo as he shuttered and continued walking. Again, he walking into yet another group of females…however, this group seemed to consist of middle-aged women only. They were literally drooling as they gazed dreamily at Ichigo.
"S―Shit!" yelled Ichigo as he turned the other way and ran as fast as his human legs could carry him. Heads turned, eyes snapped, mouths murmuring loudly, it was apparent now that each and every female was focused in on Ichigo. Ichigo ran even faster now, not caring where to, as long as he could avoid the constant staring. Closing eyes, he ran blindly…only to crash right into Shuuhei, knocking them both to the floor.
"Tch…watch where you're going Ichigo," grumbled Shuuhei as he stood up.
"S―Sorry…" said Ichigo as Shuuhei grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

It was then that Ichigo noticed the deathly silence hanging in the air. He did a full 360 degree roundabout as he scanned the faces of the countless girls now staring at him…or to be exact, Shuuhei and him.
"Let's get out of here…" said Ichigo said as he craned his neck to get close to Shuuhei's ear. Suddenly, the group of middle-aged women sighed loudly as they clapped their hands together.
"So…beautiful!" they cried in unison as tears streamed down their face…and blood gushed out of their noses. Meanwhile, Shuuhei was grinning amusedly now. 'This situation might just work to my benefit' he thought to himself.
"You know, I can get them off your back…if you promise me something."
"What?" whispered Ichigo loudly into Shuuhei's ear. Up close, one could probably tell they were just talking. But from faraway, as many of the girls were, it looked like a passionate embrace between two handsome men, each landing a soft kiss upon each other's neck. Squinting their eyes in ecstasy, the girls squealed loudly as blood streamed out of their noses…soon followed by the dull thuds of their bodies collapsing to the floor due to blood loss. Ichigo tugged on Shuuhei's shirt to get him to explain.
"It's really just a simple condition."
"Then tell me…" whispered Ichigo hoarsely. More girls were collapsing around them now.
"Come to Soul Society and serve as a captain…for a month."
"Wh―What?" asked Ichigo in disbelief as he pulled his face away.
"Too much?" asked a disappointed Shuuhei. "How about a week then?"
"I…uh…well…this is blackmail you know," muttered Ichigo sheepishly.
"Say yes and I'll get rid of the girls…" cooed Shuuhei. Ichigo sighed. 'Why did it have to come to this?' He cursed his luck under his breath and finally nodded.
"Yes," grumbled Ichigo as he tried to avert his gaze from Shuuhei's piercing eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, Shuuhei slipped his right leg behind Ichigo's left leg and pushed the boy forward, knocking him off balance. As Ichigo fell backwards, he shot his hand out and tried to grab at Shuuhei's shirt…but missed. But before his back could make contact with the floor, Shuuhei' arms shot out and wrapped around Ichigo in a loose embrace, much like the embrace they had earlier that morning. One arm bracing the area right above Ichigo's waist and one arm lifting Ichigo's right leg slightly, Shuuhei had put them in quite a seductive pose. By this point, half of the crowd was squealing with delirious bliss, fainting one after another. But that still left the other half, gaping intently at the two men in a forbidden embrace, blushing and giggling, waiting for what was to come next.
"The hell!" growled Ichigo ferociously as he tried to squirm out of Shuuhei's hold.
"You wanna get out of here don't you?" growled Shuuhei just as ferociously, sliding his right hand slowly down Ichigo's now extended leg and grasping the back of Ichigo's shirt with all his might.
"Y―Yeah…" grumbled Ichigo. "But…but this is embarrassing…" Shuuhei smirked. He leaned forward and brought his face dangerously close to Ichigo's face. A loud gasp swept through the still-conscious half of the audience.
"This, is nothing…compared to this," whispered Shuuhei as he groped Ichigo's thigh. Without a warning, Shuuhei tilted his face to a favorable angle, and went in for a deep kiss.

Longer, deeper, and more passionate than the night before, Shuuhei was in control of their lip-lock this time, and he wanted to make it last as long as he could. Surprised at the lack of resistance from Ichigo, Shuuhei pushed their kiss further, and finally managed to brush his tongue lightly against Ichigo's lip. Still no resistance. Rather, there was a response: he could've sworn he felt Ichigo's tongue flicker against his own, if only for a moment. Shuuhei smirked slightly as he tried to push his tongue further in, but stopped when he felt a hand grab his neck, thumb applied directly to his Adam's apple.
"Bastard…" said Ichigo as he gasped for air. Although the kiss hadn't been that long, he had forgotten to breathe, so now found himself panting. "The hell was that for?"
"It…got…rid…of them…didn't it?" chuckled Shuuhei, albeit the fact that Ichigo's grip on his throat was cutting off much of his air. True enough, as Ichigo's breathing got calmer, he was able to register the extraordinarily high pitched squealing (almost on par with a dog whistle) of the girls around him. One by one the girls started to swoon and fall over, either from blood loss through the nose or from lack of oxygen due to squealing for too long. In mere moments, the crowd of over a hundred people was decimated and reduced to nothing, blood strewn and covering the floor like a war torn battlefield.
"Shit…" said Ichigo in surprise, as he surveyed the ruin they had laid upon the bookstore. "This is worse than any battle we've been in, eh?"
"Let…me…go…" groaned Shuuhei. Ichigo was still holding him by the neck, and Shuuhei's face was slowly turning blue.
"Ah…I wonder if I should. After all, you took advantage of me back there…" said Ichigo as he grinned devilishly. Shuuhei grinned as well, making Ichigo raise his eyebrow in suspicion. Faster than he could react, Shuuhei slipped out of Ichigo's grip and had Ichigo's head underneath his right arm in a powerful headlock.
"Tch…" sighed Shuuhei lazily. "Didn't see that coming, did you?" Ichigo scowled as he tried to get out of Shuuhei's lock, making the older boy laugh heartily as he ruffled Ichigo's hair. "So…you gonna keep your word?"
"Let me go!" growled Ichigo as he struggled.
"Well tell me if you gonna keep your word."
"Let me go first."
"Tch…fine," grumbled Shuuhei as he let him free. Ichigo stumbled forward from the sudden release but caught his balance quickly. He rubbed his neck gently but glared at Shuuhei viciously.
"I'll go," sighed Ichigo. These were the words Shuuhei had been waiting for ever since the beginning of his mission. The words that spelled accomplishment and satisfaction for him. The words that could make Shuuhei smile genuinely. Not a smirk, not a grin, but a genuine smile. "But under one condition."
"Yeah?" Shuuhei really couldn't care what the condition was at this point. He was one step closer to fulfilling his mission and that was all that mattered.
"I get to be captain of your division." It was Ichigo's turn to smile now, as he waited for Shuuhei's reaction. Much to his surprise, Shuuhei's smile got even wider.
"Be my guest…" said Shuuhei in a taunting voice. "…and I mean it literally."

After finding Karin and Yuzu's bodies amidst the carnage, the four proceeded to the exit to leave. Ichigo wasn't in a particularly good or bad mood. He wasn't in a good mood because of one, all the trouble he went through today, and two, he didn't even get to read one of the hundreds of books lying around in the store. But, he supposed these two drawbacks were made up for by the kiss from Shuuhei. The kiss that he had almost too eagerly responded to. Thankfully, he caught himself before he let himself go too far. Touching his lips gently, he wondered if he could get another kiss like that again. In fact, he hoped he could get another kiss like that. Why else would he consent to the week long predicament? Mulling over the thought with desire, he cursed his luck. Why couldn't Shuuhei be a girl? Hell, he'd even be happy as long as one of them was a girl. That way, it'd be normal…that way, it'd be accepted. Not that he was afraid of society's opinions. He already knew how society would react. If they couldn't even accept his orange hair, there was no way they'd accept him being with another man. No, he already knew how society would react, and frankly, he didn't give a damn. But there was still something in the back of his head that bothered him. Something that told him, that warned him, that forbid him, from even trying to show any love towards his family or friends…let alone someone like Shuuhei. Sighing, he brushed the thought aside as he opened the door…and found a short elderly lady blocking their way out.
"Scuse us…" muttered Ichigo as he tried to walk past the elderly lady. She spread her arms wide, as if her tiny frame had become an impenetrable wall. "Hey, granny, we wanna get through here," said Ichigo, raising his voice slightly. The old lady stood there firmly. "What's wrong with her?" said Ichigo as he turned to face Shuuhei. Carrying Yuzu's body wasn't too bad, but carrying it longer than necessary was something Ichigo would rather not do. Shuuhei shrugged as he shifted Karin's body from one arm to the other.
"Maybe she's deaf?" asked Shuuhei lamely. Ichigo sighed and turned around to face the old lady once more.
"WE WANT TO GET THROUGH," shouted Ichigo. The lady still refused to move. It was then that Shuuhei noticed the books sticking out of the front of her jacket. Books that resembled the books they had seen only minutes ago.
"Hey Ichigo, let me deal with her." Ichigo sighed and let Shuuhei approach the lady.
"So, granny, I take it you're blocking us for a reason?" The granny nodded.
"Is it 'cause you didn't get to see the show earlier? Cause you're so short?" he asked as he lowered his voice. The granny hesitated, then nodded her head gingerly.
"I see…" chuckled Shuuhei. "Ichigo, come here." Ichigo obediently walked up to Shuuhei. "Here, catch!" shouted Shuuhei as he tossed up Karin's body. Ichigo's arm shot out and caught her limp body.
"The fuck are you doing to my sister!" yelled Ichigo. Shuuhei smiled. Ichigo had let his guard down. Shuuhei grabbed the back of Ichigo's throat and pulled him close for yet another passionate kiss. Arms full, Ichigo couldn't fight back, even if he had wanted too. As they kissed, Shuuhei opened one eye to see the granny's reaction. She was giggling and blushing furiously, when she suddenly opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue and pointed at it. Shuuhei understood what she was getting at, and opened his mouth wide as well as he stuck his tongue into Ichigo's unsuspecting mouth. Ichigo's eyes shot open as he felt Shuuhei's tongue probe the inside of his mouth. He tried to pull away but was stopped as both of Shuuhei's hands held his face in place.

Part of him told him that this was right. It was that part of him that made him stick his tongue out, as if to receive Shuuhei. He licked at the other tongue gingerly, lightly, almost afraid, yet amazed and drawn in at the same time. Light flicks of his tongue, gently brushing against the inside of Shuuhei's mouth, he found this kiss to be far more erotic than he had imagined it to be…and so did 'Little Ichigo'…and the old lady staring at them. Regaining his senses, Ichigo clamped his mouth shut as he bit down hard on Shuuhei's tongue.
"OUCH!" yelled Shuuhei as he pulled his mouth away.
"Stop using your damn tongue! You should've told me beforehand that she wanted us to kiss…so I could've prepared myself!"
"Shut up…" growled Shuuhei as rolled his tongue around in his mouth. "You happy now, granny?" asked Shuuhei, now in a bad mood. The two turned to look at the elderly woman, but found her laying flat on her back, seemingly unconscious. Shuuhei bit back a small chuckle as he stepped over her body, but stopped when he felt a hand tugging at his jeans. He looked down and saw that old lady was trying to hand him the books in her jacket.
"Take these…my gratitude…" she whispered as she smiled and passed out. Shuuhei smiled as he took the two books from her hand.

"Hey Shuuhei, what'd she give you?"
"Eh, some books."
"Lemme have one."
"Sure," said Shuuhei, as he handed Ichigo the book entitled Only the Ring Finger Knows. Attached to the book was a small plastic bag, holding two simple silver rings. Ichigo took one of the rings out and placed it on his right ring finger. He grinned sheepishly. The ring was a perfect fit.
"I wanna see the other book too."
"This one's mine," said Shuuhei protectively as he ran ahead, concealing the forbidden manga under his shirt. He had to get home as soon as possible to read the forbidden contents of the book.
"Damn bastard!" yelled Ichigo as he ran to catch up.

Even though he was running through the streets while carrying two bodies, even though he had to spend a week in Soul Society, even though he could never kiss Shuuhei like he wanted to…Ichigo felt as if the world couldn't get anymore perfect than that day. Smiling like a maniac, he laughed aloud as he watched Shuuhei get hit by an oncoming biker.

"How would you feel if Ichigo-kun were to become a captain of Soul Society?"
"No way in hell!" yelled an inebriated Isshin. He slammed his bottle of sake down to the table and swayed gently, trying to maintain his balance. "He'll…he'll never be a captain if I can help it…it's too damn saddening!" roared Isshin, suddenly feeling depressed. He drooped his head down to the table. "It's…it's too damn sad…Masaki…" groaned Isshin with a sudden sense of spite.
"Ah, cheer up Isshin. I was only asking."
"Yeah well, I swear if anyone goes and tries to make Ichigo a captain, I'll…I'll cut him down! You hear that Kisuke?"
"My oh my…that's mighty troubling," sighed Urahara as he swirled the contents of his bottle of sake. 'Troubling for Hisagi-kun, that is…I wonder if he's carrying out his half of the plan correctly…' thought Urahara to himself.
"Oye! Kisuke! Does this have anything to do with that Shuuhei kid? He's a shinigami…a pretty good one from what I can tell…" grumbled Isshin as the alcohol's intoxicating effect started to take its toll. "Is he trying to recruit my Ichigo? Huh? Is he?"
"Ah, Hisagi-kun? No, no, of course not! It has nothing to do with him at all!" laughed Urahara nervously as he hid his face behind a fan.

Shuuhei sneezed 3 times in a row.
"Oh, Hisagi-fukutaichou is sick?" asked the bumbling clerk standing before him.
"Nah…it's nothing Hanatarou." Shuuhei reached into his pockets and pulled out some money. "How much for the sake?"
"Ah, 75 off for you Hisagi-sempai. By the way, would you be interested in trying one of our promotional products for free?"
"Hm? What is it?" asked Shuuhei curiously as he put down bills and coins.
"Condoms…it's a new brand. Thin, durable, and strawberry flavored. I imagine it'd be perfect for you!" cried Hanatarou enthusiastically as he stretched a condom and pulled it over his hair to demonstrate its elasticity.
"That…that is durable…" said Shuuhei as he stared in disbelief. "Well…" Shuuhei looked around nervously. Ichigo was standing outside, conversing with his now conscious sisters. Although he wasn't planning on doing anything to Ichigo, he just wanted to be safe…just in case the drunk Ichigo wanted to go further than a little kissing…
"I'll take as many as you can give me…" said Shuuhei in the lowest voice possible. Hanatarou smiled and procured 6 little pouches.
"Thank you for your patronage!" said Hanatarou as he put all of Shuuhei's purchases in a bag. Bowing slightly, he waved good bye to Shuuhei and watched the group of 4 disappear into the distance.
"The manager will be pleased when he hears how much I sold today!" said Hanatarou happily as he tried to pull the piece of rubber off his head…only to find that it was stuck fast.

"…This…this will look bad on my performance review…"

TBC

Yes, Only the Ring Finger Knows is a real shounen-ai book and manga as well. I read it last week and I have to say, despite how cliché it was at times, I found the whole storyline enjoyable nonetheless. I'd be glad to point out a good place to download the torrent of it online (that is, if people are interested). Oh, and if you're wondering what Shuuhei was hiding from Ichigo, I'd suggest looking up anything with hardcore yaoi...

And yes, it's probably impossible for a condom to be that elastic. But don't forget the message here: I endorse safe sex! Remember, only you can prevent forest fires…I mean unwanted children…

Anyhow, R&R as always, cause reviews make me squeal till I run out of air...but not nosebleed...that's just wrong.