For the Love of Life
Summary- A series of disjointed drabbles about Ichigo and Rukia.
Disclaimer- No, I wouldn't love to own it.
A/N- It's a drabble in the truest sense. Which also means that it is not fun to read.
Chapter 2
Karin was sure that there was someone upstairs. Or, more specifically, in Ichigo's room. Ichigo was eating smaller portions and carrying food upstairs. He was acting secretive. Yuzu's pajamas were really missing. But, neither was enough to be inscriminating evidence by itself. It had to add up. But she couldn't care less, right? Heck, no.
'Why are you in my room, Karin?'
She jumped. Very nearly. 'Your laundry.'
The sight of his T-shirts and boxers in Karin's arms had the anticipated effect. He tried to snatch them from her. Karin swerved. 'What the fuck, Karin?'
'Tch, language, Ichigo.' Then, turning around, she said, 'Where do you want them, anyway?' Facing the closet, she stepped forward, and said, 'Here?'
Ichigo moved quickly, blocking her path and said, 'Just leave them on the bed, would you?'
Karin deposited the clothes on the rumpled bedspread and left.
'You know, I'd bet she suspects something.'
'You're a lousy actor, Ichigo.'
'Shuddup!'
'If I know any better, you just whetted her desire to uncover your dirty secret.'
'What the fuck?'
'Stop swearing, Ichigo.'
'Don't tell me that.'
'Well, I don't see any reason not to.'
'You're annoying.'
'A-ha. So you finally realize?'
The door opened a second time, and Karin stepped in. 'You know that you've been conversing with the closet for the past few minutes?' She took advantage of his speechlessness and edged in, 'And, the funny thing is, it answered back?'
'You don't have to take Yuzu's pajamas this time. You can have mine.'
'Relax, Ichigo. I don't wear them to bed.' She added, reassuringly. And left.
'She sassed you proper, didn't she?'
'It's your entire fault, anyway. Why'd you have to steal Yuzu's pajamas?'