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Title: Of Pajamas and Boxers

Type: One-shot, pervertive thoughts and fluff. Oh and slight mature for indirect

hints of 'stuff'.

Kurosaki Ichigo lived a normal life. Oh, make that a boring life according to Rukia, but an extremely exciting life to the fans.

Now, why would Rukia say that he lives a boring life when in fact Ichigo is a highschool student/ substitute shinigami half hollow and has power level definitely that of a captain?

Why? Here's why.

Today is a saturday. A very good saturday at that. Where other highschool students and even junior highs are going out with friends and families to relax and bond, do things to enjoy life.

Yuzu and Karin went out on an overnight schooltrip which is also fun. And Isshin? He went out too, god knows where.. but knowing him, it would sure be all about FUN.

Yes FUN. A very relaxing word. Can be sexy can be not.

And Ichigo?

He's at home, writing stuff and eating chips. So he's different. maybe that's his definition of fun.

Thus Rukia calls him Boring.

But of course, he didn't care. If he did, like he said, he would have dyed his hair black a long time ago. Which brings us to the case on why he is so much concerned about rumors of him and Rukia floating around the school about them being together and doing 'it'?

Yeah right, all this from the guy who said he didn't give a damn about what people said.

But that's not the topic right now. We'll go back to that later.

Right now we have the carrot top writing on his desk, eating chips.

And we have our beautiful ebony haired shinigami enter the room in her pajamas... at 12nn in a saturday morning or in this case, noon.

Ichigo noticed this and stopped. He raised an eyebrow and confronted the young(?) lady.

"What the hell are you still doing in Yuzu's pajamas?" He scratched the back of his head irritatingly. "It's freaking noon already."

Rukia looked back at him and frowned. "I wasn't able to acquire any clothes from Yuzu's closet... She took most of her wardrobe in that trip of hers and Karin."

"Alright... You and me will go buy stuff for you tomorrow then. To avoid any of this happening in the future." He scoffed.

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." Rukia glared at him.

"What? Yuzu and Karin won't be home until monday. You can't go around wearing the same thing for two days... unless you want to walk around stark naked... in which I strongly disagree." He grumbled back. Although the 'stark naked' part wasn't such a bad idea... he shook his head and slapped himself mentally for such pervert

thoughts.

Rukia sat down and the floor and read some more manga.

A few minutes later, Ichigo looked back at Rukia.

"Don't you have anything -- anything left? That pajama thing is getting annoying."

"Well genius... if you are so opposed to it, why don't you just go and buy clothes today? I have already told you didn't I, that I don't have any clothes with me to change in to." Rukia stuck out a tongue right at him.

"Whaat... It's such a bore to go out today." Ichigo groaned.

"Deal with it." Rukia turned her back at him and continued with her reading.

He soon got up and went to get some clothes from his drawer while mumbling: 'lucky for you, I like wearing 'fitted' clothes..'

Rukia followed his every movement and soon found him in front of her.

"What?" She asked.

"Here. Don't argue anymore okay? Take this, take a bath and change." He grumbled and went back to what he was doing after dopping the clothes over her head.

Rukia frowned and grumbled back, she left and did what she was told to anyway, but not after swearing things back at Ichigo, making the carrot top twitch at his insults.

Ichigo had a solemn 15 minutes of his life since the midget was still inside the bathroom. He scratched the back of his head and then stretched his arms before closing his notes. Soon after, Rukia emerges from the door.

Ichigo didn't need to look, smelling her scent that is a mix of jasmine and honey, made it known to him that the girl was already inside his room and done with her shower.

Rukia scoffed, making Ichigo look at her.

She was a bit flustered, and tried to straighten Ichigo's top on hers. Apparently, she was too small for even Ichigo's most fitted top. But of course, she won't blurt that out loud and tell Ichigo that she admitted being a.. a.. 'squirt' like he tells him she is.

Ichigo gaped at the beauty in front of him. 'Beauty?' Now.. where the hell did that come from?

Rukia frowned and sat down on his bed. "There, you happy? I'm out of the freakin' pajamas."

"Uhm.. er.. uhm.. ya." Was the intelligent reply.

Rukia sighed and took a manga, reading it, all the while fidgeting since Ichigo's top was sliding off her shoulders, the boxers seemed to fit her rather well since it was garterized. And bunny patterns? The hell, Ichigo wears these kind of boxers?

How adorably cute and hah, hilarious. She chuckled as an image of Ichigo wearing the bunny printed boxers came into mind. She then brushed it off and decided to plop down on his bed.

Ichigo was still in his desk, gaping at the woman in front of him.

"It actually looks good on her... and God, is my boxers and shirt really on her?" He thought as he blushed.. hard. The shinigami goddess didn't seem to notice his sudden adoration of her and her.. ahem.. body.

Then Rukia started to talk.

"You know, these clothes of yours are actually comfortable. I think I kinda like it." She grinned and look at him for a second then went back to her manga.

Ichigo shivered. Okay. what she just said hit a nerve or something in his body and down there, I swear... it's sexy and she doesn't even realize she said something sexy... and that makes it sexier!

"Erm.. yeah. good." Was again his very, very intelligent reply.

He found himself almost squirming in his seat. Looking at her intently, the way she swung her legs roward and backward while face down on his bed. And his top was a bit loose on her, enough to show a small amount of her humble cleavage.

Ichigo twirled around on the opposite direction.

What the hell was I thinking?!

'you're thinking pervertive thoughts about her you naughty, naughty boy.' a sly laugh came which kinda sounded like his own voice... or rather his good ol' 'conscience'.

Shut up! Ichigo gritted his teeth.

'Come on, it's not like you're not allowed to do it. You're a teenager, with hormones.. and not just hormones, but raging ones!' The voice chuckled.

Ichigo bumped his head on the desk. I swear I'll...

"What's wrong with you fool?" Came Rukia's voice.

Okay, Ichigo knew the next move he did was very, very wrong but he kinda liked it. He looked back at her again.

"Nothing. Leave me alone." He grumbled at her but didn't move his eyes away from her.

"Whatever. moron." Rukia waved a hand and went back to her manga.

Ichigo stared hard and long at her body again, and then his clothes... in which he was starting to envy.

He wanted to touch her skin, what it feels like against him, and damn, he just wished he could trade places with those top and boxers.

I'm freakin' starting to sound like Kon. he frowned.

But her intoxicating smell, which now roamed around his room and engulfed his senses were driving him mad. Damn it Rukia, why do you have to make everything so hard? He screamed inside his head.

"What the hell did I do? I haven't done anything. If anyone is making things hard around here, I think it's you." Rukia raised her eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips.

Ichigo shrieked in surprise.

Yep, Shrieked.. as in a girly shriek. Rukia didn't know whether to laugh or gape at him in surprise. "Wha-what was that s-shriek for?"

"I so did not shriek!" He flustered. What the hell, you mean to say he screamed that out loud? What the heck is going on with him not being able to tell what screaming 'thoughts' are to really screaming for everyone to hear.

"You did. You said I make whatever it is hard!" She growled back.

Okay she makes everything hard for him! But it doesn't have to be damn literal! He flustered as he felt a bit of bulge under his pants.

"Nothing. You're just hearing things." He coughed, making himself calm down and hopefully something will calm down too.

Rukia pouted and stepped out of the bed. "What, you fool. I'm not hearing things. Now out with it before I kick your puny ass!"

Ichigo backed down a bit and blushed hard again. "I said it was nothing Rukia, quit being a bully!" He roared. God. why doesn't she just drop it? Why doesn't she just sit back down and not approach me? You're... you're argh!

Ichigo was fighting with himself inside and with the midget on the outside.

Now who said that Ichigo's life was boring? It was perfectly colorful and full of energy!

"Out with it Ichigo!" She yelled, ready to slap him dead. She surely wasn't going to let him go with him telling she's hearing things and that she's going crazy. Which she knows she isn't because he did hear him yell. If not, why did he shriek like a girl in surprise back then?

Ichigo was controlling himself. Rukia didn't help A LOT.

To Ichigo's view, she seemed like she was stalking a prey, in her hot a luscious body, her white shoulders poking out of the oversized shirt she is wearing, her long slender legs brushing at each other and in his boxers, her-- DAMN IT!

"ARGH!" He finally screamed in protest. If he was a computer with low capacity and then overloaded with information, he would have gone 'POOF' or 'BOOM' by now. He swear he almost felt himself shut down.

He was red from head to foot. Blushing mad with pervertive thoughts and the person he was thinking of that with is coming closer at him with porcelain skin hanging and poking out of what she is wearing.

It was like inviting him for a feast, only she didn't exactly know she's sending that signal.

Which makes it very, very sexy and hot as hell.

Rukia backed down a bit, her hands in defensive position. "Alright Ichigo, I know you've gone crazy.. so whatever I do, even if I kill you in the process is understandable even by law."

"What the hell do you mean by that? Do you really want to kill me?!" Ichigo spat out, face that could rival renji's hair.

"Depends on the situation.." She smirked, her hands still in defensive position. She's damn hot when she's aggressive and defensive too. Ichigo's conscience whispered.

"S-Stop that!" He growled as soon as Rukia started jabbing him and him blocking every hit.

A fiery woman indeed, suits you perfectly. Who knows she may be that fiery too when in-- He cut his perverted conscience off.

"CUT IT OUT!" He screamed, and he swore he snapped a nerve or two in his throat.

"Tell me why the hell you said I am making everything hard!" Rukia glared at him.

Ichigo's head spun, is this what it feels like? Like you're going to throw up, faint or shut down when you're trying to control yourself with-- He held on to his head.

'control yourself with your raging hormones? c'mon Ichigo. You know you like her, why else would you care what others think about you two? It because you like her and you didn't want to become too obvious with her. Why else would you bicker at her and tease her huh? huh? C'mon, just tell her the truth.. tell her--

"BECAUSE I'M A GUY WITH FREAKING RAGING HORMONES!" He yelled.

Both looked stunned at what he just said. That so didn't come out right.

"What? What's that got to do with me making everything so hard?" Rukia spat out, confused.

Ichigo slapped his forehead as Rukia continued to blab something about she doesn't care if his 'hormones' whatever is raging, no need to blame it on her.

--Yeah right. You started it. Indirectly anyway. Ichigo scoffed. Rukia was about to pulp him into a pile of trash when he suddenly growled at her.

" A, To hell with it! I don't care anymore!" He screamed, then grabbed Rukia (who was surprised she forgot what she was supposed to do to him) then placed a soft, hot kiss on her lips.

Rukia didn't respond at first but Ichigo continued kissing her, trailing kisses along her neck, collarbone and back. She then soon returned everything after she had snaked her arms on his neck and tangling her fingers in his unruly orange locks.

For once, the two had finally agreed on something.

And Ichigo mentally told himself, (And this time he made sure it stays inside his head) that he pretty much don't feel like buying her her own clothes for the rest of the week. She'd have to settle with his clothes for now.

-owari.

Hope you like it guys. I had fun doing this. finally, I updated. more Ichiruki drabbles. Anyway, I am done with the doujin 'message' only I have a little problem.

I don't know where to post it yet for you guys to see. I was considering photobucket but I'll think about it first and look for other places I can post. Thanks

-sushi