A/N: MWHAHAHAHA! i updated again, in the same day! I know what y'all are thinking, "Eeep, crazy girl has no life and updates too much." Truth is, i have no bf , and most of my friends are on vacation in honalulu or something. I have nothing to do... This chapter is a bit short, minus 150 words than what i usually write... -.-' i noticed i decreased by 100 words or so in each chapter.. don't worry, i promise the next chapter will be lengthy! I will update nearly every day, because i have the almost the whole story written on paper by hand (and the rest written in my head.) But i'm just to lazy to type it. I want to thank the people who read the story and for giving it a chance, and also thank the reviewers, you really inspired me to keep going!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just a bunny underwear that inspired the last chapter.

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-Rukia-

"…You expect me to eat that?" I said, eyeing his near-black rice with careful attention. He was the only person I knew who was capable of burning rice.

"What? There is nothing wrong with my rice! Now, eat it!" Ichigo looked annoyed.

"Why don't you take the first bite? I want to see if it kills…" If he manages to swallow a bite, I'll try some. If he spits his rice out, I'll stuff the plate in his pants. Ichigo deserved it anyway.

"Rukia, just eat-" he was cut off by my voice.

"Just try your own damn rice, fool!" I yelled.

Ichigo looked surprised. He rolled his eyes and took a spoonful of his lethal rice in his mouth. After 5 minutes of chewing, I yelled, "Swallow it!"

He tried opening his mouth but everything was stuck together. I hung my head. Well, at least that wasn't my jaw. "Try putting hot water in your mouth. Then come back and make my hunger go away." I blushed. Not that hunger…

-Ichigo-

When I finally got the rest of my rice out of my mouth, I went and found Rukia patiently waiting for me to give her something to eat. Then, she started giggling again. NOT.THE.SCRAWNY CHICKEN THING.AGAIN.

"You're still wearing the apron," she said.

"Wha-" I looked down and snatched it off. I could feel my face reddening.

Rukia looked at me with intense eyes.

"I'm hungry."

"Whadda ya wanna eat?" I scratched the back of my head. I forgot to mention I ate all my sister's food…

"Anything your hands didn't touch."

"How about I order a pizza?" did I have any money on me?

Rukia looked thoughtful. "What's a pizza?"

"What? Don't they have pizzas in Soul Society?"

"Well, we have something called pitas, but I doubt-" I cut her off before she would start explaining and show me one of her corny drawings. Probably a hollow eating a pita or something.

"Whatever. You'll get to eat a pizza now."

But she didn't wait until the pizza came. She pestered me while I was calling, asking questions about the delivery service. Then about the taste, shape... Every single stinking detail.

The doorbell rang. I ran to open it. I grabbed the pizza, threw the money at the delivery guy and hurried so Rukia could taste it and see for herself.

-Rukia- some time later…

"Ichigo," I said taking another bite of my pizza slice. I was proud of my discovery and that I learnt everything about the pizza.

"Hmm?" he replied lazily.

"Why is the pizza pie circular, but the box square?"

"Well-" Ichigo looked stumped and tried again. "It's because-" he stopped again.

"Uh, well, you see, it's, you know- FUCK THAT, STOP QUESTIONNING THE PIZZA, AND JUST EAT IT!" He yelled.

Such bizarre techniques of wrapping food.

"Humans…have they all been dropped on the head after birth, Ichigo?"

"Shut up! At least I know how to drink from a juice box. Anyway, we'll see who's going to be laughing when you do my homework."

"At least I didn't cheat!"

"What? I did not cheat!"

"You did! You know, If you keep on cheating at everything, you'll grow up to be a-"

"I DIDN'T CHEAT!"

I kicked his behind while yelling, "CHEATER! Face the wrath of my legs!"

Ichigo fell on the floor. "Gah! What was that-"

I cut him off by kicking him again. "Get up. You fight like a ninny."

His amber eyes narrowed. "You little…" he grabbed my neck. Chappie crap. What the hell do I do? Then I snickered. His balls were always an option.

Suddenly, the lock on the door of the house clicked. Ichigo's father!

-Ichigo-

Dammit! I let go of Rukia's neck and said, "It doesn't matter. He'll just think I invited you over for pizza."

Rukia nodded and straightened her clothes. At least we were able to change clothes…

The door opened. I pasted a phoney smile on my face, that would falsely represent that I gave a damn that my father was home.

"Ichigo, what's that look on your face? Do you have -how do you say it- the constipation?" Rukia whispered.

I started coughing.

"SON! I see you brought a friend!" My father said, completely avoiding the hey-son-I-beat-you-up-because-I-care ritual. What a relief…

I coughed some more and said, "Uh, yeah. Dad, this is Rukia. She came over a while ago to finish a project with me."

Rukia put on that cheery fake routine and curtsied. No shit.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Kurosaki," she said.

My dad beamed. "No, no, please! Beautiful young ladies like you must call me Isshin. Is there any way I can be of assistance?" My perverted father asked.

Rukia giggled. "No, it's alright. Ichigo's been very helpful."

I couldn't take this anymore. I grabbed Rukia's hand and yelled while running, "WE'RE WORKING DON'T BOTHER US."

-Rukia-

"Why do you have to be like that around your dad? He's really funny!" I exclaimed. Ichigo was lucky to have such a fun family.

"F-funny? Rukia, what kind of crack are you on?" he asked with a dark look on his face.

"But you've created a problem. Now I have to leave. Your dad can't know I'm sleeping in your closet…"

"You could come back through the window." He muttered.

I thought. "No, I'll go to Orihime-san's. she invited me to sleep over with a bunch of girls. Then tomorrow I'll come back."

"Ah, okay."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, because we knew unlike most evenings, I couldn't reside in my closet while Ichigo would do his homework. We actually had to spend a few hours together.

Ichigo cleared his throat. "Maybe now's a good time to start on my homework, Rukia."

I whacked him and said, "No way. If I'm allowed to be here freely for once, I'd rather talk to your dad and get him to spill embarrassing stories about you."

"Uh, Rukia, that really isn't necessary. Why do you like that old geezer anyway? Whatever, I was thinking maybe we could play a game."

"I don't like your video games."

"Who said anything about video games? I had something else in mind…"

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I'm currently working on another bleach fic, more serious than this, and it'll be up in a few weeks. I like it better than this one, and hopefully y'all will too.

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