"Kurosaki-kun?"

"Just let him rest a little longer, Urahara said he died again."

"Again? Wait, you mean this idiot can't even die properly?"

The voices pounded like steel drums in Ichigo's head as he rose to consciousness. His skull felt like it was stuck in a vice, and he felt like every muscle and bone in his body had been thrown into a brick wall. The soreness was even in his brain, it seemed, like a fog that obscured his thoughts. It was really annoying, trying to remember what had happened and only getting vague feelings or fleeting images. Those voices were even more annoying though...

"Oi! Can't a guy get some freakin' sleep around here?" he yelled as he opened his eyes in a preset scowl. The figures around him slowly came into focus, turning from shapeless blobs of color into the familiar faces of Rukia, Chad, Uryuu, Orihime, and... Renji?

"Eh? Renji? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. As he did, he looked around at where he was. Urahara's Shoten was probably permanently infused with his reiatsu by now, what with all the times he'd been injured and woken up here. It was like a third home, his time spent there almost equal to the time he'd spent in Soul Society. The tattooed face of Renji reappeared in his vision, a smirk adorning its features.

"Whadya mean, 'what the hell am I doing here'?" he poked Ichigo in the chest. The heavily bandaged chest. Which was now bleeding again.

"Ow! Asshole, that hurts! Wha-I'm bleeding?" Ichigo coughed in pain as he looked down at himself. He looked like a mummy with all these stupid bandages! What the hell had happened?

Renji frowned, "Geez, you'd think you'd been hit by Zaraki, friggin wimp. Guess you should be glad it was just those Vizards..."

The substitute shinigami's eyes widened as he remembered. I fought Shinji and the others in my hollow form! A small hand on his shoulder distracted him, and he looked over to see violet eyes smiling into his.

"Baka, don't worry. The Vizards are all alive, and nothing bad happened." He relaxed as he realized she was speaking the truth. Somehow Rukia always managed to calm him down with such simple words. He really appreci-SMACK! "That's for making yourself bleed again, idiot!"

Maybe he didn't appreciate her as much as he thought.

Chad, Inoue, and Uryuu came over next. Inoue had a look of concern etched on her face, and it looked like she hadn't slept for days. Probably from that awkwardness at her house Ichigo guessed. Ishida had his hand on her shoulder and was looking at Ichigo with a mix of apprehension and concern. Chad, meanwhile, just nodded appreciatively. Orihime spoke first.

"Kurosaki-kun? How are you feeling? If you like I can heal those wounds for you..." Inoue kneeled down at his side and looked at his damaged body before meeting his eyes. She smiled and asked, "Is that alright?"

Out of the corner of his eye Ichigo saw Rukia shift a little. Looking over, he saw she was looking away, obviously trying to ignore Orihime's conversation with him. Weird, he thought, is she mad at Orihime or something? Oh! That's right, I have to answer Orihime... "Nah, thanks though, Orihime. Rukia did a good job, the rest of these should heal up soon. As long as stupid pineapple-head idiots can keep from making it worse, that is..." he said with a leer at the red-headed shinigami next to Rukia. He saw a slight change on the petite girl's face and wondered, Huh, is it just me or was Rukia just smiling?

Orihime blinked in disappointment, she had really hoped to be able to heal Kurosaki-kun and hopefully reject the memory of what had happened at her house while she was at it. Obviously that wasn't possible, but at the very least she wanted to prove that she could be needed. She hoped he hadn't refused her help because of that though. Putting on a fake smile she responded as she knew they all expected her to, "Oh, no! That's alright, I understand! Besides, I haven't used my powers since we returned, I should practice on smaller things first!"

The group laughed at her modesty, and Chad leaned down to help prop up a struggling Ichigo. "Ichigo, are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

The teen shrugged, finally standing up on two slightly wobbly feet. "Eh, I've been better. Thanks, Chad," he added with a smile. He walked over towards the door to leave when it slid open and revealed a familiar green-robed man. Urahara stood with a smile on his face, his fan open and waving erratically.

"Oh-ho! Kurosaki-san, I'm afraid you can't leave just yet!" the shopkeeper blocked Ichigo's exit with an infuriating laugh. "You have to stay and heal, or else your wounds shall open again! And if that happens don't say I didn't warn you..."

The rest of the group was now struggling to keep Ichigo from tackling the man and reopening his own wounds. "You fucking crazy-ass old idiot! I could've died!" he yelled past the five pairs of arms straining to hold him back.

"Ichigo, don't!"

"Kurosaki, don't be a fool!"

"BAKA!"-THWACK! Rukia ended the scuffle with a sharp palm to the back of Ichigo's mummified head, knocking him on his ass in a rather painful manner. "Don't you learn, idiot? You were warned not to try so hard, so if you get any other foolish ideas in that stupid strawberry head of yours you had better save me the trouble and knock them out on your own, get it?"

Ichigo gulped. Rukia was scary sometimes, and maybe this was one of those 'do what you're told' moments. "H-hai! You got it, Rukia-sama!" he managed to choke back his pride and add an honorific despite knowing she'd hold it over him for weeks.

"Sama, huh? Eh, I don't know if that's exactly respectful enough, but I'll accept it from a fool, for now," she said disdainfully, but a small twitch at the corner of her mouth gave away her pleasure. "Anyways, Urahara has something to tell you, Ichigo."

The group turned to look at the shopkeeper, who delighted in the attention and smiled widely. "Ah-hah! Yes, Kuchiki-san is quite right. Ichigo, you are correct. As Shinji told you, I called the Vizards back here to bring out your new hollow form, partly because I was curious about its abilities, and also because I knew you'd come to me eventually to ask about them," he explained, twirling his cane around, bringing it to a rest pointing directly at the young Shinigami in question. "Now, I was able to learn a few things from watching you fight. Ichigo, am I correct in assuming that you hate the hollow inside you?"

Ichigo's eyes darkened as he answered, "Y-yeah... Ogihci and I don't get along. He's twisted, like the exact opposite of who I am. I can't stand knowing that I have something that evil in me."

Urahara looked at the boy silently for a few moments before going on, "Then I can also assume you have had problems accessing its powers?" An affirmative nod came from Ichigo. "Good. Good. Then based on my observations, all it will take to access the full power of your hollow without it taking over is some training and a little understanding".

"Understanding?" Ichigo didn't understand. Understanding a hollow? That just didn't make sense.

The shopkeeper grinned, "Of course! Understanding one-another is the most crucial part of any relationship, and the goal is to create a relationship between you and your hollow! But don't worry, I told the Vizards to give you a day or so before they start your training, to have fun and what-have-you," he added hastily, seeing the look of horror on the young Kurosaki's face.

The group was now staring with open mouths at the blonde man. Renji spoke up, his voice cracking. "A relationship? With a hollow?"

None of them could quite understand what thoughts were going through the crazy scientist's head, but he was hardly, if ever, wrong. That must mean he knew what he was talking about. One member of the group wasn't quite so sure.

"WHAT? You think I'm gonna start bein' friends with that bastard?" Ichigo shouted from his position on the floor. He began cursing about how impossible and stupid that "dumbass" idea was, until a swift kick to his shin shut him up. "Ow! Dammit, again? Goddamn midget..."

Rukia didn't have patience for his nonsense though. "He is right, Ichigo. You need to befriend your hollow if you want to avoid losing control again. Now stop thinking about this, we have one day to take care of everything before you leave to train," she ordered, dragging him to his feet. "Orihime-san, can you please really quickly heal this idiot? We have things to do and I don't need him bleeding all over the place," she asked sweetly, a sharp contrast to the iron death-grip she had on Ichigo's wrist preventing him from moving away.

"Oh, h-hai! Kurosaki-kun, if you could remain still, please..." A golden glow filled the room as Inoue's fairies moved into position to heal Ichigo. Rukia stood back and watched with slight jealousy as Ichigo's wounds healed completely in a matter of seconds. What she wouldn't give to be able to heal him like that... Wait, why just Ichigo? I want to heal anyone like that... Ichigo isn't that special!

"There, all done! Ano... Cou-Could we come with you today, Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-kun? We're all free and I wouldn't mind spending some time with Kurosaki-kun before he leaves to train like last time," asked the auburn headed girl, pointing her fingers together shyly.

Rukia felt an odd sensation in her gut that she couldn't remember ever having before. Sure, it was alright for Ichigo's friends to come with them for his last day before training, but for some reason she had just sort of expected it to be the two of them alone, like always. Without even realizing what she was saying, she spoke, "Oh, sorry Inoue, I know how much you all want to spend time with Ichigo, but there are things we have to do that are really for shinigami only. You understand, of course?"

Orihime was struggling to hide her disappointment, and the rest of the group was just a little curious about what could be a "shinigami only" activity, but she nodded in agreement anyways. "No, that's alright Kuchiki-san! After all, we know where he'll be this time so if we want to see him it's no big deal, right? Hah-ha.." she trailed off with a nervous laugh.

Ichigo was stretching out, now out of the healing bubble, when he heard that. "Huh? You guys know where I'll be?" he asked with a curious expression.

Rukia sighed, "Of course, fool. Remember when Orihime found you last time? Well, I followed her and saw the building she disappeared into, with the barrier around it. I assumed you were inside."

A narrow smirk appeared on Ichigo's face, and he leaned over towards Rukia with a prideful gleam in his eyes. "So, you were worried about me, huh, midget?"

Rukia's face reddened a little, equal parts anger and embarassment. She would never admit it, but he was right. No reason to let him and his ego grow any bigger though... she thought as she stomped his foot. "Watch it," she warned. "I wasn't worried about you, I was looking for you to kick your ass for disappearing without any warning, baka."

"Tsch. Whatever, midget," he said, before turning to the door impatiently. "Oi, can we hurry up and get out of here? I've only got one day left, and I aint spending it trapped in some stuffy room with Hat-and-clogs."

With that he grabbed Rukia's wrist and dragged her out, saying as he went, "Well first we gotta visit the house, my old man's probably assumed the worst about why we stayed out last night, not to mention we missed dinner -Oh, sorry bout that, Ururu- and next we have to get some freakin food, cuz I am starving right now."

They were already out of the shop and he was still talking when he realized she wasn't responding. Looking back, he saw she was still behind him, but was looking down at something. Following her eyes, he gazed down and saw his hand still wrapped around her slender wrist. He glanced back up and noticed a slight red tinge on the petite girl's cheeks. Realization hit him and he released her quickly, a blush forming on his own cheeks. "Oh. Sorry, Rukia. I-I didn't realize-" she cut him off.

"N-no, fool, don't worry about it. It was just a little strange, that's all. Usually you're the one being dragged places..."

His lips formed a smile and he laughed, "Hahah, yeah, well usually you're literally draggin me places after you kick me to the ground, evil midget."

They were standing in the street awkwardly when he suddenly remembered. "Oi, Rukia?"

Two violet eyes glanced up to meet his curious amber ones. "What?" she asked, not sure where he was going with this.

"Um... Why did you stop Inoue and them from coming with us today? There isn't anything we're doing they can't do, so it just seemed weird," he asked, explaining himself.

Rukia stammered a little, caught off guard by his question. Why did I stop our friends? she wondered. "I-Fool, I did it for your own good," she explained with a quickly thought up lie, "If they came you'd be less likely to feel okay about leaving for training, and since you unquestionably need training I thought it would be easier without the people you'll be missing. Besides, you'll see them again anyways."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the unusual explanation, but accepted it nonetheless. "Che, whatever, it didn't really matter. Anyways, we need to figure out what to tell my old man. C'mon," he motioned for her to follow as he headed towards the clinic. She fell into step beside him as the pair walked home.


"IIII-CHIIIIII-GOOOOOOOO!"

-WHUMP-

"God-DAMN-it old man! Stop tackling me when I come home every day!" yelled Ichigo, his orange hair roughed up from the sudden collision with his over-energetic father.

Isshin smiled widely, his eyes literally sparkling with uncontrolled glee. "Ichigo, why didn't you return home last night? Where were you and my third-daughter Rukia-chan? Hmmmm? I hope you two used protection!" he yelled, practically dancing as he whipped out a poster of Masaki to speak to. "Oh Masaki! Our son has finally grown from a foolish and weak little boy to a strong and potent young man thanks to our third-daughter Ru-WHACK!"

"Shut UP you old pervert! It's nothing like that! We stayed at Chad's for a project dammit!" Veins popped out all over Ichigo's bright orange head as he angrily stomped the teary-eyed Isshin into the floor.

The old physician couldn't help himself though, and shouted gleefully, "I hope to hear wedding bells and the pitter-patter of grandkids soon my son! Oh, I'm so happy! I'll get started moving Rukia-chan's things into your room then? You two should get started making babies now since your virility is in ques-OOF!" Ichigo and Rukia's fists both collided with his jaw, knocking him out cold.

Karin and Yuzu stood in the kitchen, looking out at the scene with very different reactions. "Oh, Ichi-nii! Be careful with papa! He's old, he can get hurt easily..." Yuzu chided. Karin, however, was amused by it all.

"Hey, Ichi, good job shuttin the old goat up. You too, Rukia-chan," she added. "But don't think for a second I buy that story about a project."

"Wha-What do you mean? It's true! We had a project, don't think foolish things like that pervert!" Ichigo said quickly, pointing at the unconscious form of their dad. Karin just waved her hand absently, walking past them into the living room.

"Don't worry, big bro. I figure you went out partying or something. You're way too much of a prude to do anything with Rukia, and it's not like you'd ever be able to get a girl like her anyways," the dark haired girl said as she flipped on the TV to the soccer channel. She kicked off her shoes and looked back to see Ichigo with his mouth agape. "What?"

Ichigo managed to shut his jaw and shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear, "I am NOT a prude! Just because I don't do things like-like that, doesn't mean I'm not a normal guy!"

Karin just nodded before turning back to the game, "Yeah, whatever, Ichi."

Grabbing his hair in tufts, he yelled in frustration before stomping up the stairs to his room. The sound of a door slamming shut was followed by muffled yelling and a few loud thunks, and something that could have been a person screaming in terror... but that was impossible.

"Ichigo! What did you do to Nee-san?" yelled an impudent Kon as the shinigami entered his room. "If you violated her, I-I'll kill you! I'll show you the wrath of the Great Kon! Wait, Ichigo, what are you doing? N-No! Don-!"

Ichigo had taken one look at the lion plushie before picking him up and kicking him like a soccer-ball out the open window, his cry fading into the distance. Wiping his hands, he scowled. He just needed to grab some books and pack a little before tomorrow, then he and Rukia were gonna go out and-and what? Do something fun, I guess. I wonder what the midget wants to do? Psh, why do I even care? It'll probably be something stupid... But it's not like you'll have any say anyways, Ichigo. he thought to himself.

Hey King, you should head to a strip club.

Ichigo's eyes widened as the voice spoke up from the dark corner of his mind. Shut up, you fucking hollow! It's your fault I have to go train anyways!

Oh, King, if only you'd just take the time to form a relationship with me. Y'know, I like flowers, chocolates, and long walks on the-

Shut UP you bastard! Ichigo could almost feel the smirk on Ogihci's face in his words. Just stay fucking quiet alright? Tomorrow I don't care, but today, I want to just relax, and I swear to Kami if you screw that up I'll personally come in there and screw you up. Understand?

Silence answered him, and Ichigo hoped the hollow had taken his order seriously. A creak to his side alerted him that Rukia had entered his room. "Close the door, midget," he commanded her, though not rudely. The soft click of the latch followed as he turned to his bookcase, trying to figure out which stories wouldn't have him bored out of his mind when he wasn't training. Shakespeare's Complete Works stood out, so he grabbed that. It was thick, dusty old book, but it would keep him occupied. Turning back around, he addressed Rukia. "Hey, I just wanted to make sure I had this thing out, so we can go out and do something now if ya want," he told her. "We'll come back tonight and leave Kon in my body while I'm gone."

Rukia nodded before asking, "What are we going to do, Ichigo?"

"Dunno. Whatever you want, I guess, as long as it doesn't involve that stupid rabbit or anything girly. I'm not gonna lose my reputation for you."

The raven-haired girl turned up her nose and breathed an annoyed sigh. "Chappy is NOT stupid. But fine, we won't do anything like that. How about we go to the park and eat something?" she suggested as she stuffed her Gigonkan container into her pocket.

The suggestion didn't sound bad to Ichigo, and he was certainly very hungry, "Yeah, that sounds good. Meet ya downstairs in a sec, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick," he answered.


"Oh, Ichigo, what's that?"

Rukia was pointing at a fluttering dragon in the sky. With majestic wings and a bright green color, it was one of the prettiest things she'd ever seen in Karakura town. Why it had a string attaching it to the ground was beyond her understanding though. Ichigo looked up and laughed.

"Baka. That's a kite. Don't you have kites in Soul Society?" he explained.

"N-no? A kite? What does it do? Can you eat it?"

"Che, you really are annoying sometimes. Nah, you can't eat it. It just flies in the air, and you use a string to keep it from blowing away, that's all. I think I remember something about Chinese people using them to fly back a long time ago, but I that's probly a myth."

They had reached the park along the local river, and hundreds of families had gathered to enjoy the beautiful weather. Children ran around and played games, adults strolled casually through the paths, and a couple games of soccer had started up with trash-cans as goal posts. The sun was shining warmly, as a cool breeze blew through and kept things comfortable, and birds were chirping happily. The day was a perfect one to spend outside, especially if you happened to be facing an unknown length of time in a dark abandoned warehouse...

The pair had been walking silently, only the occasional "What's that?" erupting from Rukia's mouth to break the tranquility. Ichigo couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this content. It was just... nice. He was silently grateful that Rukia had uninvited their friends, because he was enjoying this calm walk much more without Inoue constantly talking, or Ishida commenting on how "atrocious" peoples' fashion senses were. Chad would've been fine, but he wasn't the type to just "hang out" anyways.

Nah, he thought, this is perfect. I can't remember the last time Rukia and I had alone time li-huh? Alone time? What the hell am I thinkin about, dammit? Che, it's just Rukia. I get plenty of "alone" time with her. When I sleep, when I eat, when I fight hollows-

When are you gonna figure it out, King?

Shit. I thought I told you to shut up?

Eh, fine, but I'm tellin ya, you're an idiot for not realizing it!

Realizing it? Realizing what? No answer came. Hey! Don't ignore me, ass! What the hell are you talkin about?

A sudden tug on his sleeve brought Ichigo back to reality. Looking over he saw Rukia with an excited look in her eyes, an arm outstretched and pointing excitedly at something ahead of them. He looked over and saw a familiar food vendor.

"Look, Ichigo! Icu Creamu!" Rukia practically sung the name of her new favorite food. "Can we get some, please? Pleeeeease?"

Ichigo thought of his poor wallet and shook his head. "No, I don't have much money left, and I'm not spending it on some freakin ice-cream."

A short while later, the pair was in front of Mandy's ice-cream stand, waiting to order. Ichigo now had a rather large bump erupting from underneath his orange hair, and his scowl had grown to near epic proportions. Rukia never took no for an answer, especially when it came to ice-cream, arguments, and chappy. When would he learn?

"Ohaiyo!" Mandy greeted the two with a well-practiced smile. A look of recognition passed her eyes as she looked at the unforgettable couple. This pair... she thought They're so cute together!

"Ohaiyo, Mandy-chan, long time no see. How's the business been?" Ichigo stepped forward as Rukia scooted over to pick a flavor.

Mandy laughed, "Oh, well it's only been a couple days since you were last here, so it hasn't changed much! Have you had a chance to tell any of your friends about me yet?" she asked.

"Wha-Oh, yeah, of course! They're all ice-cream freaks," he lied. Ichigo felt bad; he hadn't really had a chance to tell anyone. He meant to, he just hadn't gotten around to it yet!

"Great!" Mandy smiled widely at the news. "In recognition of your service, I'll give you each a free scoop on top of whatever you order!"

Rukia's ears had perked up at the announcement of such generosity and nearly drooled at the thought. What should she get? Peach... Mango... Chocolate... Rocky Road... Strawberry... Vanilla... Bubblegum... Raspberry... Plum... Fudge Brownie... Caramel Pecan... so many choices!

"Hey, Rukia, hurry up and order already, there's a line!" Ichigo said, indicating the growing number of people behind them. Turning to Mandy, he placed his order: "A scoop of chocolate, please, Mandy. Waffle-cone too."

"Hai! Coming right up! And your girlfriend?" the young vendor asked brightly. Ichigo just scowled.

"She's not... whatever. Rukia, hurry up and pick something!"

The petite shinigami pointed in at her favorite flavor of the bunch, "Two-scoops of strawberry, please!" she said with a quick smirk in Ichigo's direction. He got the joke, and didn't laugh.

"Hai! Just a sec! Ano, Ichigo?" Mandy asked as she took two heaping scoops of strawberry and put them in a sugar-cone. "What did you want your second scoop to be?"

"Um... How about Caramel Pecan?" he shrugged. It didn't really matter to him, he hadn't wanted ice-cream anyways, but since he was getting a good deal on it...

Mandy smiled and nodded. "Sure thing!" she said as she completed their orders, even going so far as to drizzle chocolate syrup on top of Ichigo's at no extra charge.

She finished ringing them up and handed Ichigo his change. "Oh, Ichigo?" she began, "Can I get you to put these fliers up at your school? I'll be running a special next week for High Schoolers and it would really help if, well, the kids in High School actually knew about the special, y'know?"

Swapping his cone into his left hand, Ichigo reached out and grabbed a stack of green fliers Mandy produced from a cabinet in her cart. They said something about a "Buy 1 Get 1 Free" deal for students with their I.D. cards.

"Yeah, no prob! Thanks again for the great deal Mandy, we'll be sure to put these fliers up around school, right Rukia?"

Rukia's mouth was stuffed full of ice-cream (she'd just discovered that you didn't have to lick it to eat it) so she just nodded and gave an "Mmphmm!"

Mandy grinned, happy she'd found some nice people to help her out. "Aww, thanks guys! I'll be sure to give you two deals all the time, kay? Have a great date!" she waved as they walked away.

Ichigo didn't even turn as he shouted back, "It's not a date!"

The young ice-cream vendor just smiled. She may be young, but she knew a couple when she saw one. She smiled even wider as an idea came to her, turning to take the next order as Rukia and Ichigo walked away.


Ichigo plopped down onto his bed one last time, stretching out and relaxing. It had been a long day! After ice-cream, they'd gone downtown and window-shopped every single store that ridiculously hyper midget could find. His feet were killing him hours ago, now they just seemed numb from the effort.

Rukia skipped over to her closet and hopped inside, shutting the door for a few moments before emerging in her pajamas. She walked over and sat on the edge of Ichigo's bed with him, still smiling. The gruff teen looked over and asked, "What's up with you? You're awfully happy. Me leavin is that exciting, huh?"

"Nope! I just had fun today, fool. I'm not happy that you're leaving, even if I do get sick of your stupid orange hair sometimes..."

Ichigo snorted, "Chyah, and I get tired of havin to bend down so low for you to hear me all the time... bitch."

"It's not my fault you're freakishly tall, baka. I'll give you a pass on calling me short tonight, since you're leaving," she offered.

Ichigo laid back on his pillow and sighed. "Huh... That's right," he murmered. "I forgot. I was having fun too..."

Rukia looked over at him. His eyes were hidden underneath bright orange bangs, but she could see the small frown on his lips as he continued.

"Thanks, Rukia. I know you had more fun than I did, probably, but I haven't really had fun like that in a while," he admitted.

She was a little shocked to hear serious gratitude coming from such a usually brash friend, but she didn't interupt.

Ichigo turned a little on his side and went on, "I know this sounds sappy, so don't freakin tell anyone I said it, but... I'll miss ya, midget. Come visit or somethin while I'm training, will ya? And keep an eye on Kon. I know he's been doing shit with girls when I'm gone that I do NOT approve of. If you catch him, bring him with ya to see me so I can sort him out, alright?"

Rukia smiled at her partner. "Hai, baka." It was all she needed to say, and they both knew that the unspoken words were, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Ichigo smiled, and soon his breathing became regular and deep as he fell asleep one last time in his own bed.

She got up and walked to the door to let him sleep. Stopping, she turned around and looked at his prone figure, something she couldn't describe burning at the back of her mind, like some unasked question or unsaid words, but she couldn't figure out what exactly it was. With a shrug, she flipped off the lights and went into her closet. Now that the Kurosaki family, or at least Isshin, assumed something was going on between them, she didn't really have to hide the fact that she preferred sleeping there. It wasn't like she couldn't sleep anywhere else, she just wanted to be close to Ichigo. I-I mean... closER to Ichigo! In case something happens and I have to wake the idiot up! Ugh... why am I justifying this? she questioned as she drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, a small figure ran from shadow to shadow outside the clinic, muttering curses under its breath. Kon wasn't very happy. "Damn that perverted Ichigo! Kicking me out so he can have Nee-san all to himself... Bastard!"