Well, here is just something I wrote a week ago. I edited it and posted it. Hope you like it! (Personally thinks it sucks)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the Characters.

Don't Touch It, Stupid.

He ducked her fist when it came flying full force at him.

She growled as he did this, putting her arm back at her side, and walked out of the room. He sighed in relief and dropped back onto his bed, not taking into account that he was longer than it was wide, and whacking his head into the terribly hard wall.

"OUCH!"

His scream of pain echoed throughout the house, and Rukia came walking back in. She still looked angry, but when she saw him curled up on the bed, holding his head in both hands and rolling back and forth, she burst out laughing.

"Not . . . funny . . . " Ichigo stuttered, hissing in pain as he touched his head. He took his hand away only to find that it was covered in blood.

Her face suddenly went from amused to concerned.

Walking over, she forcefully moved his hands out of the way and began inspecting his wound. The contact with the wall had opened one of his cuts that had just been stitched up from a fight with a Hollow. She sighed as she realized that she would have to stitch it again.

"Don't move. I'll be right back."

Ichigo didn't dare do anything that could anger her further, so he sat there like a good little boy and waited while she went into the bathroom across from his room and grabbed the stuff she would need from the medicine cabnit.

When she came back in, he was holding one of his shirts to his head; the cut was bleeding worse now.

"Scoot over," she ordered, sitting down beside him on the bed.

She gently took the shirt away and winced. It was a mess. Grabbing some wet cotten, she dabbed at the cut until she could see the open wound. Grabbing some more clean cotten, she held it in place while she stitch him up.

He winced the whole time, trying not to scream in pain, and at one point, screaming at her for not giving him something for the pain. But soon she was finished and was admiring her handi-work as she wrapped gauze around the cut and then bandages around his whole head.

"There," she announced, smiling as he turned around.

"Thanks."

They were both silent for a second, then Ichigo spoke up.

"Um . . . Rukia . . . what were you so pissed off at me before?"

She seemed deep in thought, then shrugged.

"I dunno. I guess I kinda forgot when I saw you bleeding like that." Then, she proceded to punch him on the shoulder.

"What the hell was that for?" he yelled, rubbing his aching shoulder.

"Whatever I was mad at you for, fool. I never got to hit you, so I found it only right that I got to just now."

Ichigo grumbled something under his breath as he continued rubbing his shoulder. Rukia just sat there, smiling at him as he glared at her.

"Hey, Rukia, do you suppose what you were mad at me for had something to do with me being so stupid and careless fighting today?" he asked.

She nodded slowly. "Might have," Rukia answered.

"Oh. Well, sorry," he said, reaching his hand up to touch the gauze. She slapped his hand out of the way, a firm look on her face as she treatened him with his life if he dared touch it.

Needless to say, he left it alone.

Sorry if they seem OOC! Anyway, I think I'll be posting Daddy Pt: 4 tomorrow. And it will be about five-six parts total. :D

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