Rule #3
Do not touch his car
After the fight between Ichigo and Grimmjow had ended and both tempers cooled down, the orangette went to his rooms to pick up his car keys and go on the planned shopping tour.
With a skip in his step and a wide smile on his face he headed over to the garage where his beloved vehicle waited for him.
Slowly the automatic garage door opened, when Ichigo pushed on the remote and revealed the treasures kept safely inside.
Ichigo walked over to his black Mustang, unlocked the car and was just about to get into the drivers seat when something attracted his eye.
Leaving the car door open he headed over to the engine hood and crouched down at its side.
He eyed the object he found there for some moments, before he carefully picked it up from the hood, to further inspect it.
A vein on his temple began to throb and a mighty cry build up in his throat, that he let loose not long after.
Balling the hand that held the object to a fist his scream broke out of him, so loud that every inhabitant of the mansion heard it, no matter where he was at the moment.
"SHINJI!"
The shopping tour forgotten, Ichigo stormed off in search of the blonde Vampire.
In the end he found him lounging in the living hall with an ipod in his hand, blasting music in his ears at full power.
Ichigo ripped the earphones out of the blondes ears to replace the blasting music with his even loud, raged bickering.
"How fucking often have I told you to stay away from my car, eh?"
Not quite getting the orangettes reason for being angered, Shinji rose an eyebrow in question and asked.
"That question a serious one?"
Ichigo growled under his breath, so Shinji just shrugged answering it.
"Often enough to make it come out of my ears, I'd say."
Thinking the theme was finished with that, Shinji tried to take his earphones back out of Ichigos hand, but they were pulled out of his reach and something else pushed into his field of view.
"Then what the fuck is that doing on my car."
Shinji crossed his eyes just to be able to see it until he finally saw that it was a tiny hair.
A blonde, tiny hair.
"That's a hair."
"Yes."
"You're making a scene about a hair."
"Yes."
Shinji sighed.
"And why?"
"Because it laid in the hood of my car. It's yours. How did it get there?"
"I think I'll have lost it while passing your car to get to mine."
"Why are you going past my car?"
"Because it's the shortest way."
"Take another one."
"No."
"Then wear a hair net."
"The fuck?"
And like this their argumentation went on for hours, until it was to late to go shopping and Ichigos plans were busted.
All just because of a tiny little hair.
Well, that shows just how much Ichigo loves his car and that you'd better give it a real wide berth.
End