Chapter 10: Telephone

I may not be in school right now- but I'm still using Telephone for mindless IchiRuki :D Next chapter I'll be having a bit of fun... *wink wink nudge nudge* Like Chapter 7, it's not so telephone-y... but I made up for it, hopefully :D LOL :)

By the way! I actually "research" what I put in here, LOL- so yes, there is in fact, Pizza Hut in Japan! :) I owe Wikipedia and Google so much...

Oh, and "Chappy" is not a real brand outside of Bleach, therefore, no need to italicize it.

Enjoy~!

*hontou ni = "really, seriously?" or the likes...

Disclaimer: I do not own any brand/copyrighted names used in this story. They will always be italicized. I do not own any songs mentioned, or any characters/concepts from Bleach.

"Midget- that damn bunny shit is not coming into my apartment!" His foot kicked the box between them back into her closet, a stuffed Chappy's squeak wheezing out from the slam against the wall, a yelp leaving Ichigo at Rukia's swift kick high onto his thigh; "Idiot! Be careful with my things!"

She leaned down, pulling the open box back out by her feet, straightening up to stand as tall as she could in front of Ichigo, his taller form stepping closer to loom over her even more, his amber glare meeting hers.

"It's not coming."

Stomping a foot out in front of her with baggy flannels hiding her toes, hands on her hips as she cocked her chin up, Rukia narrowed her glare menacingly at him, her reiatsu matching with a rough edge, irritated and determined to get what she wanted; "It is coming, Berry."

…fuck. He's nowhere near winning, is he? Biting the inside of his cheek as he crossed his arms, Ichigo deeply exhaled through his nose, thinking, thinking, thinking- wondering what kind of compromise involving Chappy couldn't suck ass either way?

"Alright, midget, how about this…?" Huffing childishly, unable to believe he was doing this, Ichigo leaned down to grab the box, dumping its contents- carefully for her precious items, of course- onto her bed, dropping the box back down between them, crossed again; "One mug and one doll- everything else, stays here for when you come back during any visits."

Rukia's small foot started tapping the floor as she glanced over to the bed, contemplating Ichigo's offer, her mouth slightly parted for her tongue to run along her teeth, oblivious to the amber glare watching her mindless habit intently.

Clicking her tongue, Rukia moved her feet back together, crossing her arms beneath her humble chest as Ichigo had, looking up at him with an undertow of a promised pain to his shins, frowning at her bend to his offer when she could easily have the entire box make it to the city; "Fine."

Reaching over to her items scattered on her bed, Rukia quickly picked up the smallest plushie of the damn, stupid bunny, amber eyes softening their glare as they recognized the specific Chappy she dropped into the box; Ichigo crouched to pick the chosen doll out of the box as Rukia grabbed a mug, violet eyes looking down to find Ichigo holding her Chappy, thumbs running over its material- a faded, worn white, but still cared for.

"Stop molesting my Chappy." Crossing her arms with her mug in hand, Rukia cocked her hips as she watched Ichigo drop the plush doll back into the box, his eyes slowly moving up to look at her, moving his stare onto her black mug with a simple, white outline of the beloved bunny, a small smirk on his lips; "They're both the ones I got you for Christmas, before we left for the War…."

Rukia faltered, looking away from him, smiling with small laugh.

"But we didn't celebrate Christmas until nearly a whole month after, when we came back… your wrapping skills are horrendous."

"Hey!" He picked up the doll again to smack her leg with its ears, her glaring eyes snapped onto him with the mug in hand raised threateningly, Ichigo bolting to his feet as he moved back, the doll held hostage.

"Put the mug away or I'll lick him!" Rukia's temple throbbed as she bit back a raging cry of war on him, eyeing her poor doll in his hold, lowering the mug with a growl; "No way in hell I want your disgusting tongue touching him…."

Ichigo gave her a smirk, tossing the doll from hand to hand.

"But you let it touch you, don't you? You didn't seem to think it was so disgusting when you stuck your finger into my mouth to feed me ice cream."

Her reiatsu tried to suffocate him, her hold on her mug tightening, looking away from his eyes to stare at the wall just past his shoulder, instead; "That's what you think, Berry, but I was being nice- deep inside, I was ready to gag-."

Her Chappy doll was tossed at her, the white mass of softness crashing against her head before falling perfectly into the box, her glare back onto him, Ichigo smirking victoriously yet still shrugging innocently; "What? I was just putting it back since you want it nowhere near my tongue."

Puffing out a breath at her stray bang, Rukia leaned down to place the mug in beside her Chappy, picking it up as she stood back straight, moving past him to the dresser with the box slid onto its top; walking up beside her, Ichigo grabbed a couple of framed photos off the dresser as she grabbed a small jewelry box, letting her place it into the box before him, the frames placed on top of it.

Watching her grab a few manga and put them into the box as well, Ichigo leaned with his hands on the dresser, rubbing at the smooth, polished grain, his eyes following her hand reaching over for her phone's charger; "…did I really disgust you, then, on Friday…?"

Her hand stilled with the white, coiled up charger in her grasp, Rukia looking over at Ichigo beside her, his amber eyes staring intently at her hand. Moving her hand slowly into the box, watching his eyes follow it, Rukia gently placed the charger into her mug's open top, moving her hand out of the box onto his arm, her grasp firm.

Rukia silent despite her hold of his arm, Ichigo finally moved his gaze onto her, violet eyes looking up at him from behind that stray bang of hers, Ichigo breathing in deeply.

"I didn't want to-."

Her hold on his arm pushed him around for his back to rest against the dresser, her petite body in front of him with her arms reaching up to circle around his neck, Ichigo letting her pull him down closer to her height, his hands moving onto her hips; breath teasing each other's lips, Rukia moved up onto her toes and hovered her mouth even closer to his, hands moving to brush his bangs back and trace his strong jaw, violet locked onto amber, a smile toying at her lips-

"You're a fool, Kurosaki Ichigo…."

His breath caught with Rukia's lips fused with his own, her tongue swiping at his upper lip, sneaking a teasing caress of their tongues past his lips, skin burning from her boldness.

Ichigo broke away long enough to turn their bodies and cup her firm, shaped rear, lifting her up with ease onto the dresser and pushing her thighs apart, settling in close between her legs hooking around his defined hips and pulling him even closer, Rukia's small hands at his jaw, leading him back to her mouth; they were breathing in slowly and deeply through their noses as they moved against each other's lips, slow and deliberate, Ichigo's hands reaching up and burying themselves into her tresses, pulling on them to angle her head back and delve his warm tongue into her mouth.

They weren't sure who moaned at the firm caress of his tongue against hers, Rukia's chest starting to heave with more and more of her breath leaving her, still refusing to pull away as she parted her lips further for him.

Feeling her breathe desperately as he was, his head feeling lighter with every second he spent massaging his tongue with Rukia's, Ichigo caressed her one last time before he broke their kiss, both panting for air as he rested his forehead against hers, his hands lowering themselves to her waist, hugging her close; "Damn you, midget…."

She pressed a chaste kiss onto his lips, hands burying themselves into his orange mane and tugging at it, smirking at Ichigo's breathless state before her.

"Well, then- damn you and your disgusting tongue." Rukia laughed as Ichigo whined weakly at her, reaching into the box to grab her Chappy, holding it out of her reach when she tried rescuing it from his hand, amber eyes glaring playfully at her; "I'll still lick him, damn it! Do you want me to, Kuchiki?"

Biting her lip, Rukia shrugged indifferently, crossing her arms as she looked away, suddenly taking interest in the wall across from them, running the tip of her tongue along her teeth.

"I don't care. You want to lick a dirty, worn out doll, then go ahead. I'm not judging you and your weird fetishes."

He breathed out a laugh, tightening his arm still around her waist, leaning in to nuzzle her jaw and following it up to her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down Rukia's spine as violet eyes closed, turning her cheek in towards him.

Ichigo nipped at her lobe, her long legs tightening around his hips; "The doll isn't exactly what I want to lick."

Keigo rubbed his stinging cheek as the blonde beauty stalked away from his sneaky, groping hands, a small pout pulling at his lips as he settled back in his chair, the chilled air in the morning barely tolerable enough to sit at the tables outside of the small café, Keigo looking around as he waited for his breakfast order; his food was barely brought when a familiar smack of his head came from behind, brown eyes looking up as Tatsuki circled around him to the other side of the small table, looking moody as ever.

"Good morning to you, too, Arisawa-san." His hand rubbed at his head as she pulled the chair and sat, her arms crossed over her hoodie's design, brown eyes looking tired and bored behind her black bangs; "Sorry- habit, really, when it comes to you. Don't you have class?"

Keigo nodded, checking his cell for the time and pocketing it.

"Yeah, but not for another hour; what are you up to so early?" He watched her frown with a distant look in her eyes, a sigh leaving her before she answered him; "Was heading over to Ichigo's, but changed my mind. Saw you as I was crossing the street- thought you had given up on blondes back in tenth grade."

"Eh, figured I should try again now that I'm a college student. The chicks dig that, you know-."

"Only if you're in a university like Ichigo's and his big city, Keigo." Tatsuki rolled her eyes at him, calling over the café's only waiter, ordering a hot chocolate. Turning back to Keigo, Tatsuki jerked her chin at him, leaning forward onto the table; "Speaking of Ichigo- have you talked to him?"

She was surprised when Keigo nodded, a serious look on him as he mimicked her and leaned forward onto the table, as well.

"Not since last week, but I'm sure he's still thinking about not going out with Inoue-san." He ignored her startled look, sitting back in his chair. Tatsuki's drink placed in front of her, the lean female sat back as well, her glare set on Keigo, but he had a feeling it wasn't just for him, Tatsuki huffing heatedly; "You two talked about her? Was this before or after he asked her to live with him?"

Keigo's brows came up with surprise.

"Really? Wow- well, I still think he's not intending anything I would do."

Tatsuki stood from her chair angrily, her seat falling back with a loud clang of metal hitting the cement, Keigo looking up at her curiously as she only fumed, snatching up her drink before turning, pausing to look back at him; "Get to class already."

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Frowning, Tatsuki sighed as she looked across the street, back towards where she had come from; "Well…."

I've changed my mind again. See ya around, idiot."

From: Kuchiki Rukia

There's a lot of boys after your sisters…. They hadn't even gone through the gate when the whistling already started!

The last of his waffle was forked into his mouth, Ichigo scowling at Rukia's message, quickly pushing his screen up and replying.

To: Kuchiki Rukia

I swear I'll kill any of them who think they can get with them. Where are you?

Ichigo washed his dishes beneath burning water, finishing up the ones Yuzu hadn't gotten to that morning, leaving the sink bare of any work for her.

His Torch vibrating on the counter, Ichigo dried his hands before picking it up, opening Rukia's text message as he walked out to the living room, Rukia's belongings ready to leave by the couch.

From: Kuchiki Rukia

Gas station.

He was heading to her room when a knock came from the door, Ichigo pocketing his cell phone as he walked over to it, turning the lock and grabbing the door handle, opening it to the colder air outside, amber eyes finding- "Tatsuki."

She stood tall at his door step, long sleeves pushed up onto her elbows and jeans baggy around her lean legs, hands stuffed into her pockets. Ichigo kept the door close to his body, leaning an arm up onto the door's frame, his hand gripping the handle tightly; "What are you doing here?"

"Came to talk."

He looked at her shortly, moving his gaze past her shoulder, watching a car make a u-turn in the street along his house, exhaling a sigh as he looked back at her.

"This talk of yours involves Inoue, doesn't it?"

Tatsuki reached out to the door and pushed it open, walking past him into the house; she kept to the area beside the door, keeping her shoes on, Ichigo closing the door and turning to her. He was ignored by her as her brown eyes looked about her, frowning at the boxes and duffle bag by the couch, at the various photos on the walls and shelves, Rukia in so many of them, the twins always on either side of her.

"Heard Hime moved in with you."

Ichigo leaned back against the door, hands deep in his jeans' pockets; "Figured, since Rukia heard about it from you."

She looked at him, a brow raised.

"You sound like that wasn't such a nice talk. What's it to her?"

He didn't answer her, feeling his phone vibrate, Tatsuki hearing its hum; "Aren't you going to answer that?"

Ichigo still kept silent, amber eyes boring into her, Tatsuki moving to stand in front of him, arms crossed.

"Why are you moving her in with you? Orihime is still with you-."

"Orihime is not with me, and isn't any influence on what I do." Amber looked into black as Tatsuki gaze fell into a glare; "I don't see how that can be, having her move into your apartment with you-!"

"She is not with me!" Ichigo pushed off the door, coming at Tatsuki furiously, hands curled and gesturing wildly, at anything, anywhere; "I could have easily let her lose everything and save myself having to see her blush just looking at me, stuttering nearly word she says to me, trying to have any praise from me by cooking and cleaning shit- I thought I'd have appreciation from you for letting her stay at the apartment!"

Instead, I'm regretting it!"

He turned away from her, taking out his cell and starting up a message for Rukia-

To: Kuchiki Rukia

Don't come home until I call you. Go buy your orange juice or something.

"You know she loves you, how could you lead her on-!"

Ichigo turned onto her, his reiatsu flaring out suddenly, Tatsuki feeling its sting with what little spiritual energy she had, backed into the wall beneath his fierce gaze, amber hues darkened; "I have never led her on! I didn't have her come to the same university as me, and I sure as hell made my intention to just help clear to her when I told her to stay at the apartment-!"

Their attention turned to the door opening with a rare creak, Rukia's petite form stepping through just as she held up her iPhone to read her last message from Ichigo, violet eyes looking up to find Tatsuki and Ichigo, gaze wide as they stood in a heavy tension, Rukia frowning at the angry feel to Ichigo's reiatsu; "Sorry, I didn't read it right away… do you still want me to leave?"

Tatsuki scoffed, pushing at Ichigo's arm.

"Telling her to keep out of this? It's a bit hard with you taking her as yet another woman to distract yourself with-!"

"Get out!" Ichigo distanced himself from Tatsuki towards the door, pulling the it further open from Rukia's hold on the handle, standing in front of her and blocking her from Tatsuki's angry glare; facing Tatsuki with Rukia close against him, he jerked his head at the door, lips tight in a frown; "It ended the moment you insulted her in this home- get out."

She looked at him with a gaze full of too many different emotions for Ichigo to read well, his oldest childhood friend rushing past him without another word, leaving his home without another look behind, walking past their gate without another moment's hesitance.

Ichigo remained looking after Tatsuki, the tall, lean female no longer in sight, Rukia's small hands hesitating before resting on his hips, her forehead dropping gently along his strong spine, Ichigo's gaze dropping and looking at her small hand curled around his hip; they kept quiet, Rukia's reiatsu softening his own reiatsu's rough edges, his gaze moving back out the door, heavy-

"What have we become?"

The last of Rukia's boxes were carried through Ichigo's apartment door hours later, his foot kicking the cream-colored door shut behind him, walking past Rukia's sprawled body on the soft carpet of his living room, calling out to her from within his bedroom; "You could have helped me out you know… save me a trip or two less than what I busted for your crap!"

Rukia rolled off her stomach onto her back, her legs bent with her ankles tucked beneath her firm, round rear, arms stretched out over her head, violet eyes on the high ceiling above her-

"I drove five hours through horrible traffic- I deserve to be a lazy bum on this amazing carpeting, Strawberry."

Ichigo came back out of his bedroom coming to stand by her hip as he looked down at her, amber running over her body clad in worn jeans and a thin, yellow hoodie, her violet eyes bright and defined by its color.

"You're always a lazy ass, midget." His smirk left him at her long, strong legs curling up against her body to be hooked around his knees beside her, bringing Ichigo down to the floor with ease, Rukia immediately moving over his winded body to sit on his stomach, grinning victoriously; "And you're always losing to me, Berry-kun."

He didn't bother moving out from beneath her, resting his head on top of his arm with his other resting across his chest, glaring up weakly at Rukia sitting on him, his petite shinigami leaning forward to brush his growing fringe back.

"Not always, midget… you hungry?"

Rukia shrugged, leaning back to bring up her legs and cross them, leaning back forward to prop her elbows on her knees and rest her chin in her hands, violet eyes downcast onto his amber ones.

"What would you be feeding me?" She was moving with the slight rise and fall of his stomach, Ichigo moving his arm across his chest to join his other one beneath his head, shrugging as well; "We can order some take-out… or we can go out to eat, somewhere nice… or something…."

Ichigo frowned at her smirk, her elegant brows wiggling unbelievably similar to Karin's, her violet hues playful.

"Are you trying to lead me into a date with you, Ichi?"

"No!" He frowned tightly at Rukia as she began laughing, glaring at her; "I don't do that crap! We're eating take-out, midget. Was just being considerate…."

Rukia was still laughing when his phone vibrated within his pocket, Ichigo reaching around her to dig into his pocket, taking out his cell; quieting down, wiping at her eyes, Rukia watched Ichigo tap at his phone, his brows furrowing; "What, Ichigo?"

He glanced at her; "I don't know this number…." He looked back at his Torch, opening the text message from an unknown number on screen.

From: (0)3-9876-5678

Got a cell –Chad

"Hey- Chad got a cell phone." He groaned as Rukia shifted on his stomach, moving out his arm from beneath his head, pushing up his screen and quickly replying, thumbs ghosting over the keys.

To: (0)3-9876-5678

About time. You coming by? We're already here.

Looking around as Ichigo sent his message, adding Chad's number into his contacts, Rukia drummed her fingers on her flannelled thighs, looking back down at Ichigo, the male beneath her dropping his phone onto the floor, rubbing at his eyes and dragging his hands over his face.

"…where's Inoue, Ichigo?"

He went still, looking at her through his fingers; "…she's not here?"

"Ichigo!" Rukia punched his arm angrily, Ichigo scowling at the slight sting, biting back a snicker as Rukia rubbed her knuckles, always forgetting she felt her abuse more than he did; "How could you not notice? It's been, like, over a week! Have you interacted with her at all?"

He sat up abruptly, Rukia cussing as she fell back into his lap, Ichigo grabbing her around her waist, her legs awkwardly squeezed between them, hands clutching onto his sleeves; "What the hell, Ichigo-!"

"That is not fair, Rukia! You know damn well how she is around me! I've been in my room to keep from being an ass- I deserve credit for that!"

Rukia sighed tossing her crown back, closing her violet eyes to the ceiling above her, Ichigo's arms keeping her from falling back; "I know…."

Jerked forward, Rukia's head snapped straight and met his lips roughly, her arms instantly circling around his neck as he tugged her legs out from between them to rest on either side of him, pulling Rukia close by her hips against him, Ichigo's arms around them.

Pushing off his lips, Rukia moved up onto her knees, pulled even closer to his toned body, her mouth ghosting over his.

"This is still weird, Strawberry…."

He simply smiled slyly, moving a hand to lean back on, bumping his jaw against her before he nuzzled it, his lips moving over Rukia's soft skin as he muttered; "Says you, who has asked me to bite you."

He froze when she pushed against his shoulders and pulled away, Rukia's foot swiping his hand out from behind him, Ichigo falling back- "Rukia-!"

She pinned him down by his shoulders, straddling his hips; leaning over him with her raven hair falling about her face, violet eyes bright, Rukia bit back a smirk looking down into amber, Ichigo only looking back at her, his breathing shallow.

Rukia moved in closer to his handsome face, warm breath felt by his waiting lips-

"I'm a Kuchiki, Kurosaki; I didn't ask for you to bite me- I demanded it."

New Message From:

Sado Chad

He wasn't sure if he necessarily didn't hear his phone vibrate or just chose to ignore it, strongly occupied in Rukia's lips locked with his own with caresses of her tongue against his, her slim, curved hips pushing into him teasingly, mindlessly- surely unaware of what she was doing to him- Ichigo's hands running along her sides, holding her close….

From: Sado Chad

Just finished looking for apartments with Inoue-san; be there in thirty.

Inoue sighed in defeat as she pulled out the key from the lock, pocketing the metal refusing to work, Chad waiting patiently by her side at Ichigo's door; apologizing to Chad, Inoue bit her lip hoping Ichigo was in, knocking a few times just beneath the iron numbers '413.'

They waited a moment or two, Inoue sharing a glance with Chad before reaching into her bag's front pocket, hand closing around her pink Chocolate to call the shinigami to the apartment, looking up at the sound of the lock turned from inside; the door started to pull open, Inoue smiled brightly and stepped closer… the corner of her lips dropping at the sight of Rukia at the door.

"Ku-chiki-san… you're really here."

She was given a soft smile, Rukia pulling the door further open and stepping aside, nodding as she waved them in; "Hey, Inoue. We just got back not too long ago, just some thirty minutes before Sado-kun texted Ichigo."

The door closed behind them, Inoue standing silently beside the raven-haired shinigami, Chad lightly grazing Rukia's arm to grab her attention, her chin raised to look him properly in the eye.

"Please have my number at hand, Kuchiki-san. I can be there to help when Ichigo can't be."

Rukia beamed brightly at Chad, thanking him generously, moving her gaze between both Inoue and Chad, rolling on the balls of her feet; "Well, Ichigo just got into the shower, so I'll let him know to hurry up and order some pizza."

She slipped past Inoue and Chad into the living room, straight for Ichigo's bedroom, the door closed behind her to leave it barely ajar; Inoue kept quiet as Chad moved around her into the kitchen, her grey eyes moving off the door to Ichigo's room, watching Chad pour himself a drink instead.

It already seems as if she's been here from the very beginning….

"Inoue-san…." Chad's deep voice pulled her attention onto him, the fridge closing on its own behind him standing at the kitchen's island, his gaze on her from behind his thick bangs; "Are you alright?"

She quickly nodded, adding 'yes' softly before turning to the living room with her bag slipping off her shoulder to her hand, moving over to the couch she slept in to drop her bag over by its side, sitting down along its edge, Inoue's eyes on her clasped hands in her lap.

Their reiatsu are so close together….

She raised her gaze onto the door she'd hadn't seen open in all her times there, at the apartment, straining with thought, her chest tight; I wouldn't be surprised if she's in there with him….

Rukia's knuckles rapped loudly against the door frame to Ichigo's bathroom, moving past the sliding door he never bothered to slide close and letting the steam flow out steadily, the stall's glass door heavily fogged, Rukia leaning against the sink; "Oi, Ichigo!"

"Yeah?" She smirked at the fact it seemed normal and unsurprising for her to be in there, picking at the towel's soft material hanging from a glass rack on the stall's door, conveniently blocking the sight of any part of Ichigo that could make her blush; "Chad and Inoue just came. Hurry, so that we can order that pizza you mentioned…."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done already." The water flow ceased, Ichigo shaking out his hair within and mumbling about needing to buy soap bars.

Pushing off the sink, Rukia let him know she'd be outside with the waiting pair as he dressed, snatching the towel just as she turned towards the door and quickly moved out into his room; the towel hung by his bedroom's door knob, Rukia laughed as she heard the glass door squeak while opening, Ichigo yelling out a string of cussing at her from the bathroom, her slender body slipping through his bedroom door quietly, closing it on Ichigo's irritated shouting.

To: Kuchiki Rukia

You're short.

Ichigo moaned painfully at her arm's strong hook into his side, cussing beneath his breath as he rubbed at his tender flesh, Rukia moving to the couch to sit beside Chad trying to hide his grin, Inoue at the table closest to Ichigo sitting at the breakfast counter, looking up the number to order pizza on his Macbook.

"Damn midget, abusing me every damn second…."

He could feel her glare from the couch, smirking to himself.

"You're the one calling me short, Strawberry!" He threw a look over his shoulder, turning back to his laptop as he clicked his cursor into the search box, quipping loud enough for her to hear him across the room; "You are short, you chibi!"

Pizza Hut delivery|

Ichigo failed to duck in time to avoid her swift smack upside his head, Rukia continuing into the kitchen with a heavy glare and reiatsu as he cursed, rubbing the back of his head as he clicked on several links before finding the correct number to call, turning his head to find Chad laughing softly at the couch, shaking his head at Ichigo.

"Shut it, Chad! She can easily start harassing you, too! See if you laugh then!"

He cussed at another hit as Rukia passed him from the kitchen, moving back to her place beside Chad on the comfortable couch, violet eyes reflecting her sly smile as she opened her water bottle; "Sado-kun doesn't insult me like a certain imbecile we all know…."

Ichigo growled, turning back to the screen with his Torch in hand, dialing the number to the nearest Pizza Hut.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he was asked to hold once the line was picked up, cheesy, corny music playing loudly across the line, Ichigo looking over at Inoue by the table; "What do you get, again?"

"Mushrooms… and b-bell peppers, Kurosaki-kun…."

He nodded, turning to his other side, looking at Chad; "You get the same, right?"

Chad nodded, Ichigo looking away and fiddling on his Macbook, still on hold; Inoue shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking over at Rukia playing at her iPhone's screen, looking back over to Ichigo at the counter, biting her lip.

"Ano… isn't Kuchiki-san ordering one?"

Amber eyes looked over her, Ichigo nodding; "Yeah, she's eating. Why?"

"Well, you didn't ask her-."

"I already know what that monster eats." A small pillow flew across the room to hit Ichigo perfectly against his head, the male biting back a cussing as the line was picked up, looking away from Inoue, her gaze dropping.

"Yeah, I need three pizzas. Two medium and one large, with a Coke-."

Rukia flared her reiatsu, yelling from the couch; "Pepsi!"

"Three with a Pepsi, I mean."

"Yes, sir- may I have your choice of toppings, starting with the mediums?"

Standing up from the table and pushing the chair back in place, Inoue quietly moved over to the other couch, in which she slept on, sitting down by the end beside Rukia and Chad resting on the smaller one, running her fingers through her long, burnt-orange hair.

"And the large, sir?"

"Make it a sausage, pepperoni and…." Rolling his eyes, Ichigo glanced over at Rukia, the she-demon smirking with her gaze kept on her iPhone; "…and pineapple."

"…hontou ni?"

Plates were held out by Inoue's fine hands over the counter, Chad and Ichigo setting out the drink and pizzas at the table, Rukia grabbing the plates as Inoue moved back for the cups, Chad turning to grab the plates from Rukia; "We'll take care of it, Kuchiki-san."

"Thanks, Sado-kun." Rukia tugged on Inoue's hand as soon as the curvier female handed over the glass cups, heading over to the couches as Chad poured the soda, moving over with all four cups, heading back for plates.

Inoue and Rukia browsing the movies for the day, grey eyes looked up at Chad handing her a plate with slices of pizza, curious as he skipped over Rukia, sitting down at the couch he had rested on before; Inoue glanced back over to the table where Ichigo stood, the male seemingly picking at his food in hand, dumping whatever he picked off onto another plate.

"Need help, Kurosaki-kun…?"

"No… just picking out the pineapple from my pizza… harder than it seems…."

"...oh?" Inoue turned to Rukia beside her, the petite shinigami laughing with a shake of her head, continuing to browse through the guide; "Ichigo hates pineapple, especially on pizza. He's still the only one to actually share and just pick it out from his slices and give them to me."

Not even Karin and Yuzu share with me; they rather pay more to get me my own pie."

Inoue only nodded, looking at Ichigo coming over from the table with plates in hand, dropping down beside Rukia- Inoue cringing at the lack of space between them- handing her the plate with slices loaded with pineapple, his only with sausage and pepperoni, a bit messy from his thorough search for the fruit.

…we won't become anything, will we, Kurosaki-kun?

Yes, I shamelessly referred back to Of Fries and Napkins with Rukia's preference over Pepsi haha

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