Plop!

Pause. Grimmjow watches as the wooden bird rises on its axis and then plummets into the glass of water in front of it.

Plop!

He can't understand why people buy these toys for decorations. They look corny and definitely don't compliment their surroundings.

Plop!

Piano music plays softly in the waiting room as Ichigo leafs through a magazine while Grimmjow taps his foot impatiently to the beat of the music. He looks around the room once more, feeling awkward. He hates waiting. It feels like they've been waiting for hours but according to the clock hanging on the wall in front of them, only fifteen minutes have passed. When it feels like he can't take it anymore, a dark-skinned woman with long purple hair tied in a ponytail walks in from a door on their left. She checks something on a clipboard in her hand before looking up and smiling at the duo.

'The doctor will see you now,' she says pleasantly and leads them through the door she just came from.

'It's show time, Grimm,' Ichigo says as he gets up and straightens his shirt. Grimmjow rises slowly and begins to play with his fingers.

'You know, I think I left the toast in the toaster. We should probably get home before it catches fire,' Grimmjow says hurriedly and turns to run for the exit but Ichigo grabs him by the wrist.

'No time like the present, Grimm,' Ichigo says with a roll of his eyes. Grimmjow sighs and lets Ichigo drag him towards the door. At least he can keep his dignity and say he went down with a fight.

'Sit right here. The doctor will be with you soon,' the woman continues in her sweet voice. Grimmjow gives her a weird look.

'Are you always this cheery?' he asks curiously.

'No, but my job pays me to be.'

'It can't be so much that you have to act like this 24/7.'

'It's more than you spend on your wardrobe for a month.'

'How much do you get paid again?'

'Thank you, Mr. Greedy,' Ichigo says sarcastically. 'Please excuse him, Yoruichi, he's just nervous. It's our first time seeing a couple therapist.'

'He's not the worst,' Yoruichi says and nods her head at Grimmjow who has crossed his arms grumpily. 'We once had a couple in which the man jumped out the window because of all the pressure.'

'Wow! Was he alright?' Ichigo asks his eyes wide in shock.

'Not so serious,' Yoruichi says nonchalantly and shrugs her shoulders. 'I'm just warning you in case you wonder why the windows are nailed shut.'

Grimmjow stares after her as she leaves this room. He turns to Ichigo and twirls a finger near his temple.

'We've entered the nuthouse,' he whispers and Ichigo swats him over the head.

'Just be quiet and don't do anything that might embarrass us, alright?' Ichigo whispers back furiously.

'Well, well, I believe we have met before, no?' says a pleasant but familiar voice. The couple looks up at the same time and their eyes open wide while their mouths drop open.

'Urahara Kisuke?' they both gasp at the same time. The man smiles lazily at them as he takes the seat in front of them.

'I believe that is my name,' he says and smiles kindly while closing his eyes. 'Now let's get down to business.'

'Wait, wait, wait! Hold up a minute!' Grimmjow says, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Don't you work at that adoption agency? I mean, you gotta have a license for this sorta thing, don't you?'

'Oh that job? It's only for leisure,' Urahara says listlessly as he picks up a clipboard of his own and scrutinizes it. 'This is my true calling. I enjoy helping loved ones get connected with each other and rejuvenate their love!'

'So you enjoy watching two people scream at each other and spill embarrassing secrets about their sex life?' Grimmjow says bluntly and gets a dig in the ribs by Ichigo.

'Ignore him, Urahara,' Ichigo says hastily. 'He's been a little off since we got here. And by the way, I must commend you on setting up a children's corner here for couples with children. It saves a lot of time and money in getting a babysitter.'

'All part of my study on couples,' Urahara says as he sets the clipboard down and clasps his hands in his lap. 'Now, tell me about your life. Are you two happy with each other?'

'Of course we are!' Grimmjow scoffs before Ichigo can open his mouth. 'If you want my honest opinion, I don't even know why we're here!'

'Uh-huh,' Urahara says as he raises an eyebrow. He picks up a pen and scribbles something on the clipboard. 'In…oblivion…about…relationship.'

'Hey! I heard that!' Grimmjow retorts angrily and makes to get up but Ichigo gently pushes him back into his seat.

'What about you, Ichigo?' Urahara turns to him with a wide smile. 'How do you see this relationship?'

'Grimmjow isn't lying when he says that we have a good thing going on,' Ichigo says smoothly and Grimmjow smirks. 'But there is one problem…'

Grimmjow's smile drops a notch.

'And what would that be?' Urahara presses and leans forward.

'He tends to lose his temper quite fast and I don't think that's good for our child,' Ichigo admits, not looking at Grimmjow.

'Is that so?' Urahara turns on Grimmjow, his smile gone to be replaced by a thin line. Grimmjow narrows his eyes at him.

'That is so not true,' Grimmjow argues and eyes Ichigo.

'Now, now, Grimmjow,' Urahara says delicately. 'The first step to being a good partner is to admitting one's faults. I'd say a good exercise for you two would be to point out each other's faults right here, right now.'

'Really? Well in that case,' Grimmjow says in a fake sweet voice as he turns to Ichigo. 'It bugs me when you place all our food in alphabetical order. Nobody cares if Coco Pops comes before Frosties!'

Ichigo's calm façade melts as he turns on Grimmjow with a scowl on his face.

'Hey! That requires a lot of time and effort!' he says defensively.

'Yes, but NOBODY CARES!' Grimmjow insists, stressing on the last two words. Ichigo looks like he's going to explode. Tidiness and order are his reason for living and Grimmjow had hit him in a sensitive spot.

'Oh yeah?' Ichigo says heatedly. 'Well do you know how frustrating it is to clean the bathroom after you've used it? You shed like a fucking cat!'

'You can't blame me for all of that!'

'You're the only one with blue hair!'

'I assume you think I was the one who broke your cologne bottle this morning too, don't you?'

'That was you?'

'NO! I mean, maybe! I-! It was on the edge! It was bound to fall and break! You should be more careful of where you keep your stuff!'

'Grimmjow…'

Urahara claps his hands and the two lovers are pulled out of their fight to realize that they had been arguing in front of a stranger. Grimmjow coughs in embarrassment and Ichigo squirms in his seat, playing with the lapel of his jacket. Urahara gives them a satisfied smile.

'I think we made some progress today, wouldn't you say?' he says cheerfully as he picks up his clipboard once again and pens something down. Then, he tears the page and hands it to Ichigo, who he seems to think is the more responsible one. Ichigo takes it bashfully and skims his eyes over it. He then raises an eyebrow at Urahara.

'Anger management classes?' he says in disbelief.

'Not for you,' Urahara says firmly and looks at Grimmjow. Grimmjow blanches.

'Me?' he gasps. 'You can't be serious!'

'On the contrary,' Urahara says coolly. 'Judging from this excerpt of your 'regular' conversations with Ichigo, you tend to have trouble controlling your temper. It could be childhood trauma or perhaps you're not sexually fulfilled but this-!'

'No way in fucking hell,' Grimmjow growls. 'Am I going to an anger management class advised by some psychopathic pervert!'

'Grimmjow, calm down,' Ichigo says soothingly but Grimmjow points a finger at him angrily.

'Don't you think you're little Mr. Perfect,' he spits at him. 'I'm not the only one who isn't 'sexually fulfilled' in this relationship!'

'You're way in over your head this time, Grimmjow,' Ichigo says menacingly and glares at him.

'Like I'm the only one,' Grimmjow says mockingly as he gets to his feet. 'This shin dig is over! I'm going home and you can either follow me or jump out the window!'

'Oh yeah?' Ichigo yells as Grimmjow leaves the room with a loud bang! of the door. 'Well you know that thing you do in bed with your mouth? That is so not sexy!'

Ichigo slumps in his seat and crosses his arms across his chest, a dark cloud hovering over his head. He notices that Urahara is looking at him awkwardly.

'Aren't you afraid he might take the car?' the man asks, concernedly.

'Not without the keys he can't,' Ichigo says icily and fishes the car keys out of his pocket, swirling it around in front of him. He then looks to the windows in curiosity.

'Is it true that someone jumped out your window once?' he can't help asking.

'Ah yes, Ikkaku and Yumichika were an odd couple,' Urahara muses. 'Yumichika tended to drive Ikkaku up the wall but their sex life…well, you need to see it to understand how amazing it is!'

Ichigo gives him a weak smile and edges away from the man. Maybe Grimmjow wasn't wrong when he said the man is a psychopathic pervert.