Ichigo looked around, stretching his arms above his head. After stepping off the bus, he'd immediately been confronted with a spacious camp with actual cabins. With the RV and all, Ichigo had almost expected some kind of hotel instead of actual cabins.

He eyed a pair of whispering girls warily, and stepped forward, walking over to the group of people standing around the office. Slipping past them, he read the cabin listings.

A-

Nelliel Tu Odelshvank

Tia Hallibel

Mila Rose Franceska

Sung-Sun Cyan

Apachi Emilou

B-

Grimmjow Jaggerjaques

Nnoitra Gilga

Yammy Llargo

Renji Abarai

Ikkaku Madarame

(Apparently the camp counsellors thought it was a good idea to keep all the destructive ones in the same general area.)

C-

Ulquiorra Schiffer

Coyote Stark

Lilinette Gingerback(The only girl allowed in an all guys cabin, if only because she scared the counsellors.)

Gin Ichimaru

Ichigo Kurosaki

Syazel Apporo

(Grimmjow shuddered as he read this listing.)

D- Byakuya Kuchiki

Rukia Kuchiki

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Izuru Kira

Yumichika ?

Ichigo blinked curiously, pleased that he would be sharing a cabin with Ulquiorra. However, the name Gin Ichimaru seemeed familiar... He just couldn't put his ifnger on it, but he knew that name... "No way." He gasped.

Flashback

"Hey Ichi! 'm goin' ta see Gin!

Switch.

"Ne, Strawberry-chan, where's you're brother?"

Switch.

"An' then we tied him ta a pole!"

Flashback over.

"What's wrong?" asked Ulquiorra.

Ichigo smiled. "Nothing, just didn't expect Gin-nii-san to be here. It explains where he disappears to every summer."

Grimmjow twitched. "Nii...san?"

"He's dating my big brother Shiro," Ichigo explained, smile falling.

Ulquiorra distracted him successfully. "Shall I show you our cabin?"

Ichigo grinned again. "Yeah! If I'm going to turn this place upside-down, I'll need a base of operations."

Grimmjow groaned. "We're doomed."

Ichigo just linked arms with Ulquiorra and allowed himself to be lead to the cabin. However, the smirk never left his face.

Laughing, Ichigo threw himself down on his bed, a top bunk just underneath the window. Upon seeing the perfect escape route(which he was sure he would need), he'd promptly claimed the bunk and thrown his backpack into it. Curling up on the bed, he observed his cabinmates.

Lilinette, he guessed, was the loud, violent girl pummeling a tall, brown-haired man, who didn't even shift in his sleep. He'd learned from Lilinette's yelling that the man's name was Stark, and he felt compeled to add to his notes that he seemed very laid back.

Syazel had pink hair, which Ichigo found funny, but the male was very polite and friendly, and not anywhere near as creepy as his brother's boyfriend. (Gin.)

Though creepy, Ichigo still found Gin an incredible source of entertainment, and as he'd already met Ulquiorra, he enjoyed his cabin assignment greatly.

He couldn't wait to raise some serious hell.

Ichigo glared at the Head Counselor currently giving the greeting speech, slowly wrapping his fingers around the handle of a butterknife beside him.

Though a whole bunch of fancy words were used, the speech basically meant that they didn't know what was good for them and would have no choice in any matters, important or not. Several degrading comments had been slipped into the spiel, and Ichigo was, in a word, pissed.

Ichigo rule number one: Never tell our dear Strawberry-chan what to do.

Rule number two: Do not anger Strawberry-chan.

Rule number three: Perverts will be kil- wait, wrong rule.

Rule number five: Do not insult Strawberry-chan, or the people Strawberry-chan likes. It will not end well for you.

Rule one, two, and five were being simultaneously broken. Retribution was in order.

With a quick flick of the wrist, the butter knife was embedded in the wall beside the Head's head.

"Wh-wha..." he stammered, eyes wide with fear.

Ichigo smiled up at him. "I'd like to remind you that I am neither mentally unstable nor entirely incompetent. You shouldn't insult us so much; this place is supposed to help people with phsycological problems, and I'd hate to have to report emotional abuse of patients."

He beamed innocently. (Read: evilly)

"Why- Why you little-"

"Little what?" snarled Gin from the other end of the table. "Tha's ma bitch's baby bro. Ah wouldn' recommend messin' with him."

The man gulped, then snapped. "Solitary for both of you! Threatening a counselor is unacceptable!"

As one of the guards grabbed Ichigo by the wrist, said orangette merely kneed him in the balls. "Shiro-nii isn't going to be happy about this."

Two guards lunged for him, but he dispatched them quickly and climbed the drapes. Sitting in the windowsill, he started to throw random decorations at the guards.

In the end, it took a ladder, two hours, ten guards, and a lot of medical supplies to get Ichigo into one of the solitary cabins.

He escaped in less than an hour, using another butterknife that he'd stolen to unscrew and completely remove the latch on the window, then climbing out of said window.

Gin also got himself out, but only smiled creepily when asked how.

Imagine Ulquiorra's surprise when his timid companion made it back to the cabin, even before Gin!

Pulling out his laptop, he began to scheme.

Ichigo's face was completely blank as he sat in an uncomfortable folding chair in a therapist's office. Apparently therapy was part of the package deal, and Ichigo was no exception.

The obnoxiously cheerful woman in front of him continued to babble. "Now, sweetie, the first step to getting better is to admit you have a problem."

"I don't have a problem. I love my brother, and I don't want to be separated from him. You people are annoying and stupid." Ichigo recited the facts emotionlessly.

The woman gasped. "How rude!"

"Lady, I'm being told there's something wrong with me for loving my brother. It's not even incest or anything weird like that, so forgive me if I'm a little mad."

The woman gaped at him.

Ichigo stood up. "Bye. See you never."

As he walked out of the office, he couldn't help but sigh. Shiro...

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Ulquiorra doubtfully.

"Of course!" cheered Ichigo, stuffing things into his pockets. "I'm not allowed out of the cabin, so I need to be able to entertain myself."

"And stealing back your Gameboy accomplishes that?" Ulquiorra guessed.

"Silly Ulqui," joked Ichigo, shaking his head in mock despair. "I'm going to steal a lot more than my Gameboy! But I'll only take a couple things at a time, and I'll hide them somewhere in the woods."

Ulquiorra stared at him blankly. "In the woods."

"That's the plan."

"Won't they be ruined?"

Ichigo chuckled. "Nope. All the hours I've been supposedly in solitary I've been sneaking out into the woods to finish my work."

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow.

"It's a treehouse," he explained. "Nothing too fancy, but it's got insulation and camoflauge and you can'e see it from the outside and-"

"Slow down, please, Ichigo."

"Okay... So, it's like woven out of tree branches, insulating fluff from that new cabin their building, and random scraps of garbage. And the outer most layer is mud and leaves, so it's pretty much invisible."

Ulquiorra just blinked at him.

"I have a lot of free time on my hands, and this is instrumental to my plot to get out of this place and back to my brother."

"*Sigh* If you say so."

Next time, Ichigo pulls off a theft and group bonding goes horribly wrong. (Courtesy of Ichigo.)