So, uh... this is pretty short. I automatically associated Saturday Night with a Date. I don't know why.

By the way, the last prompt is "Writer's Choice". If one of my lovely readers wants to hand me a prompt through a review or pm, you can feel free to do so. I'll take other requests as well.

Chapter 15: Shinji's POV.


"Ichigooooo," I drawled out, sauntering over to where you were washing your hands in our makeshift sink.

"What."

"It's Saturday!"

"…And?"

I grinned at your annoyance. "We're goin' on a date!"

I watched gleefully as your body froze and you looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and surprise.

"… What was that?"

Had it been physically possible, I would've grinned wider. Instead I leaned forward until my face was a couple of inches from yours.

"A date, Ichigo. I'm sure ya've heard of one of those before."

"Why would we do such a thing?"

I chuckled, turning back around. Waving a hand behind me, I said, "Ya know… ya've been working so hard lately, I thought I'd treat ya."

"By making me go out in public with you?"

I paused, frowning slightly. "S'not like ya to pass up a free meal, Ichigo, but if ya didn't want to go, all ya had to do was say so."

I turned my head back to watch you gape at me. Biting back a smirk, I waited patiently for your response.

After a minute, you closed your mouth and sighed. "Fine," you replied. "But it's not a date."

My grinned returned, satisfied. "Whatever ya want, Ichigo."