What's this? Is there glitch in the system? 'taps screen' there's no way that's right. 210 people read this in January? Is it possible... do people really... like me? 'starts to cry' well, that or people like bleach and short stories. In any case, I LOVE YOU ALL!! Yes, you 55 Americans, and you 7 Canadians, and yes, even you UAE person. I may not know where UAE (does that stand for the United Arabian Empire?) is, but I love you all the same for making it to chapter 2. This one was kinda just inspired, but i really don't know from who. Only 3 people have posted reviews that help me, so... yeah, thank you guys! oh and regular reviews are nice too!! they keep me wanting to make more chapters!!! So if you don't have any ideas but you like what you see, a nice "I love you" goes a long way. XD My stats say 98 people made it to chapter 2 and that really does mean a lot to me, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. And as payment for your attention, he's an actual chapter (though it's short because my english teacher has brainwashed me to be precise again...damn 1000 word limit...).

It had been about a month now since Ichigo had been hurt. The shift had been set on a strict time-line so that no one would have any excuse to cop-out (of course, the list was made by Uryuu). On weekdays, From six to three, Urahara would take care of the boy since it was when everyone was at school. Then from three to eleven was Rukia's time with carrot top. eleven to six was the night shift which was either Orihime or Chad, they switched off every other day. Saturday and Sunday, Urahara would take the nightshift (which was easy since it was just doing work in a separate room) and then Uryuu would take the hours of eight AM to eleven PM. He only agreed to this since he only had to worry about weekends.

It was a nice and it worked out fairly well, until the announcement that was made from Urahara on Friday.

"Uryuu, I'm meeting some people out of town for a couple of days. So I need you to take all of Sunday and Saturday for me."

It was a shock to the boy to say that very least. What about the list?! What happened to the ideals of the schedule?! "What? Well, I don't know about that."

"Please? It's really important. Plus, Ichigo sleeps most of the time. I'll give you a list of things to do and you just make sure you keep on task. Come back tomorrow and I'll leave the note on the door, kay?"

Unfortunately, Uryuu knew that it was probably important and that Urahara had the most time taking care of Ichigo out of everyone. This led to him agreeing quite easily. But upon stepping up to the paper that was duct taped to the door the next day, a quick look-over showed some definite problems. He had known that the orange haired boy had temporarily no feeling in his legs from his injuries, but did it need to create a list that was nearly 5 pages long? How was any of this to be accomplished in a day? But Uryuu refused to complain as he stepped inside of the house, declaring to himself that he'd do the work he agreed to do. The first few things seemed pretty easy, so maybe the rest of it was too.

Number one: Give Ichigo his morning medicine. It's in the kitchen on the table, furthest to the left.

Uryuu looked up from Urahara's note and to the counter where he saw a little black pouch. It had a syringe in it with one dose of medicine. Uryuu was used to medical supplies, so he quickly got on the task, cleaning the puncture point with alcohol first and then proceeding. It was over in an instant and the orange-haired teen didn't even need to be woken up. "Alright, that was easy enough." The pale skin rose into the air as Uryuu stood up, reading the next thing on the list.

Number two: Get breakfast started. Feed yourself first and then make Ichigo pancakes or something. He'll eat just about anything, so no need to ask him what he wants. Bring his food to him at this time.

Bring the food to him? That was sort of an unnecessary comment. That's what he was planning to do anyhow. But the list was long and Uryuu still had some ways to go, so he ignored it for the moment, grabbing a quick bowl of cereal first. After that, it didn't take long to make a batch of plain pancakes with one slab of butter on top to bring to Ichigo.

"Hey, wake up." Uryuu shoved Ichigo a big, putting the plate of food down along with the glass of milk that he had poured for the other boy. "Breakfast is ready."

The taller boy rolled over a bit, opening one eye and then the other. "Uryuu?" He sat up using his arms, trying to collect his thoughts. "Now that I think of it, Hat-and-clogs said something about you taking care of me all weekend. I though he was just joking though."

"Joking? Why would he say something like that as a joke?" His careful features tipped to the side as the boy tilted his head slightly.

"Nothing, Forget it." Ichigo sighed, taking the food he saw next to Uryuu and eating it, not even asking if it was for him. "So, you're really gonna try to take care of me?"

"That's what I promised Urahara I'd do, so I guess so."

Ichigo sighed, shaking his head a little. "He's got a sick sense of humor."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

The boy's face shot to confusion as he looked up at Uryuu. "What? Don't you think what he's asking is a bit on the odd side?"

"It's just to take care of you while he's out of town for a few days, right?" The suspicion from before started to creep back as he began to think of how number two was worded weirdly and that Urahara's list was surprisingly long. "Just what exactly do you know that I don't?"

"Well, if this is breakfast and you're on the same task schedule as Hat-and-clogs, then I'd take a look at the next thing on the list quick."

Uryuu pulled out the piece of paper with a bit of a rush, his eyes finding the next point right away.

Number three: Ichigo's morning bath. Nothing major, just a quick wash-down. You're gonna wash his hair later, so right now it's as important. Have fun.

Have fun? Was this a joke?! "Just what is this?!" The boy's face went read as he shot to his feet, not sure what was going on anymore, it had to be a joke, right?!