Well, this is useless. But I babysit a lot. I guess that's where this came from.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rukia or Ichigo.

Babysitting

This sucked. Nope. This sucked more than sucked. Waaay more. Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the baby in the crib. So, he was stuck babysitting. Yup. But thank heavens the baby was being good so far. He hadn't cried, and from what Ichigo could tell, his diaper was clean.

But it still sucked.

Suddenly, the little baby started crying, and Ichigo was surprised. Who knew that a baby could scream so loud? Did God give all babies super lungs? Huh. Well, what was he supposed to do?

Ichigo placed his chin in his hand, resting his elbow on the table as he stared at the baby, which was dressed in blue overalls and a white undershirt. He was laying in a car carrier. What was he supposed to do? What had he done when Yuzu and Karin were babies? He should probably pick it up, but last time he tried that, it screamed louder.

Ichigo was pulled from his thoughts as a pretty, raven-haired Shinigami walked into the room. She glared at Ichigo.

"You're supposed to pick him up," she said, walking over and unclasping the baby from the carrier. As soon as she lifted him into her arms, she stopped crying. He rested his head on her shoulder, sticking his fingers in his mouth and blinking tears out of his bright blue eyes.

Ichigo looked amazed.

"How did you do that? When I picked him up, he just screamed louder."

"That's because you were holding him wrong, baka. You hold a baby this young like this."

And she proceeded to show him how to hold the baby and support its head. Ichigo took a minute, but he was finally holding the child in his arms. He smiled when the baby didn't scream.

"Huh. It actually worked."

Rukia rolled her eyes, walking over to the diaper bag that had been left behind with the kid and looked around inside for a minute, finally holding up a small bottle. She seemed confused as to what it was, but the baby's eyes lit up as he saw it.

"What's this?" Rukia asked. Ichigo sighed; he had forgotten how little she knew about the real world. He explained,

"It's a bottle. Babies suck on them."

"Why? In Soul Society, mothers breast feed their babies."

Ichigo blushed, not wanting to think about that. He continued to explain, wishing she didn't ask so many darn questions.

"It's for when the babies grow teeth and it becomes . . . uncomfortable . . . for mothers to, um, breast feed." Ichigo finished with a blush again.

"Oh. Well, maybe Sasuke's hungry. Perhaps we should feed it to him. It's got food in it," Rukia suggested, handing it to Ichigo. He shook his head.

"It has to be heated up first. That's one thing I remember about the twins being babies. The milk has to be warm. I don't understand why, but is does."

Ichigo walked over to the microwave, Baby Sasuke still in his arms, and opened it, putting the bottle inside. Rukia wandered over; she liked to watch the plate in the microwave rotate.

"How long should I put it in for?" Ichigo asked, his fingers tapping on the number pad. Rukia shrugged.

"I dunno? Five minutes?"

Ichigo shrugged and put it on. They then waited, Rukia taking the moody baby back from Ichigo, for five, screaming filled minuted. Sasuke had decided that he wanted the bottle now.

"I can't take it anymore! Four minutes will have to be good enough!"

Ichigo walked over to the microwave and took out the bottle, immediately screaming in pain as the boiled liquid inside burned his hand. Rukia walked over, bouncing Sasuke in her arms in attempt to calm him. Not working.

"What's wrong?"

"It's hot!" Ichigo yelled, glaring at the bottle. "We can't give that to him!"

Rukia sighed. She picked the bottle up with a cup towel and, still using the cloth, pressed on the nipple of the bottle, letting some of the warm liquid leak out onto Ichigo's wrist. He yelped, jumping back several feet. This only made Sasuke scream louder.

"What the hell was that for?" Ichigo yelled, holding his now burnt wrist. Rukia shrugged.

"I just wanted to see if it really was too hot. Guess so, huh?"

Ichigo snorted and, sitting the bottle in a tub of cold water to cool it down, walked back over to the table. But, on his way, he tripped over the baby's car seat. He went flying forward, and sprawled onto the ground, his face pressing hard into the floor. Sasuke started laughing. Rukia was amused, and Ichigo was in pain.

Ten minutes, two band aids and a now-happy-with-his-bottle-baby later, Ichigo was sitting on a living room chair, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Rukia feed the five-month-old baby. Sasuke was grinning now, his tiny hands flexing around the bottle. He was trying to hold it up himself, but Rukia had to hold it for him. His brown hair was wild, and he had been changed into a white T-shirt when his long sleeved one had proved too hot for the baby.

Then, the impossible task came.

"Uh, Ichigo?"

Ichigo turned his head to where Rukia was now burping Sasuke.

"What?"

"I think he needs changed."

The five words that Ichigo had not planned on hearing.

He was going to kill Yuzu for this. This was supposed to be her babysitting job, as she had been watching Sasuke every Tuesday for three months, but she had to go on an emergency run with his father, and had been gone all day helping out at another clinic which had received the emergency.

"Um. . .how do we do that?" Rukia asked, holding the wet baby up for Ichigo to see. The seat of his blue overalls were soaked. Ichigo sighed, walking over and taking Sasuke from Rukia. He held the wet baby under the arms, making sure Sasuke made no contact with his own body.

Placing the baby on the table, Ichigo stripped the baby of all clothing and, taking a deep breath, took the baby's diaper off. And wished he hadn't.

"Oh, God, Sasuke . . ."

Rukia walked in and held up a clean diaper, inspecting it.

"What's this?"

"A diaper. Give it to me."

After cleaning Sasuke up, Ichigo fastened the new diaper on and searched the bag for clean clothed. Sure enough, he soon found a pair of jean overalls and an orange shirt. Quickly dressing Sasuke, he carried him back into the living room.

"Now, let's watch something on TV and be a good little baby, OK?"

Sasuke just looked up at Ichigo with huge, blue, unblinking eyes. Ichigo sighed and sat down on the couch, handing Rukia Sasuke when she sat beside him.

He was getting tired. Perhaps it was nap time . . .

Two Hours Later

Yuzu walked inside, looking around. When she saw the empty bottle on the table, and a babies diaper bag, she gasped. Oh, man! She had forgotten all about Sasuke! But if his stuff was here, he had to be around somewhere . . .

She walked all throughout the house, the sound of the TV finally bringing her into the living room. She smiled, quietly walking out.

On the couch, Ichigo slept with his legs up to his chest and his head resting on the couch cloth. Rukia was laying next to him, her head resting in his lap, and on her lat lay a sleeping Sasuke. Perhaps taking care of a baby if you didn't know how was more tiring than she thought . . . It sure looked that way for Rukia and Ichigo.

There it is. :D

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