Author's Note: I do not own Bleach or its characters. This is AU.
Catch Me a Catch
"It's your turn."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is. I did it yesterday, and that makes it your turn."
"But I did it twice in a row before that. Therefore, it's still your turn."
"That's only because you just had to make brownies to go with your midterm studying. You were cleaning up from that and did the rest of the dishes as well. You didn't have to do the dishes then."
"So just because I didn't have to wash them, it doesn't count? That doesn't make any sense. I did the work, so it counts."
Rukia's hands found their way to her hips as she glared at Ichigo. The man was insufferable. He glared right back at her. She wasn't going to back down about this, and it looked like neither was he. Eventually one of them would have to give in, and it wasn't going to be her.
"Fine. We'll just leave them then."
They would see how long it would take one of them to cave and actually wash the dishes. Rukia bet the Ichigo wouldn't last more than two days. He liked having his apartment orderly, and the dishes piled in the sink would drive him crazy before too long. That would be quite all right with her. It wasn't like she didn't do her part on a regular basis. The whole thing would probably blow over any way. They were like that. The two of them could spend all day arguing over something, but when something else came up it was forgotten. There were times when Rukia wondered if they were just arguing because they could. She would admit that at times arguing with Ichigo was a lot of fun.
Despite their near constant bickering, the two of them actually managed to live together quite well. At least, no one had died yet. Rukia had been annoyed about being forced out of her apartment for two months at first, but really, this wasn't all that bad. It was a good thing that Ichigo was her next door neighbor though. Once she moved back into her apartment, Rukia had the feeling that she would be dropping in on Ichigo quite a bit. It would be nice to have a little more space and privacy, but Rukia knew she was going to miss his company.
But it would be awhile before she moved out. Rukia had gotten a call the other day explaining that there had been complications in the repairs, and they would take three weeks longer than planned. She hadn't told Ichigo that yet though. Rukia was actually planning on telling him when he was distracted by something. It would go in one and ear and out the other, but he couldn't say she didn't tell him. Helping herself to the cookies Ichigo's sister had sent home with him, Rukia gathered up her text books and flopped down on the couch. She had a research paper to write for next week, and while she didn't exactly like the class, Professor Aizen seemed nice enough.
At some point she must have fallen asleep over her books, and when she woke, she found that Ichigo had covered her with a blanket and that someone had washed the dishes. Rukia yawned. Her notes were scattered on the floor beside the couch, and she collected them with a sigh. This term paper was really killing her. The topic was just so boring that she had trouble staying focused on the paper itself. And the class was an elective for heaven's sake. Weren't electives supposed to be fun? It took her most of the weekend, but Rukia managed to get through the term paper. She turned it with a sigh of relief and didn't think much more about it.
