Me: So apparently this fic lost by ONE VOTE in the poll; my Naruto fic won, which is cool-

Ichigo: Cool? JUST cool? That's fucking fantastic! Do you have any idea how scary that game is?

Rukia: (rolls eyes) As a Soul Reaper, I would think you've seen scarier things.

Ichigo: Hardly. At least the scary things you see as a Soul Reaper, you have a shot at defeating. In that game, every target's already dead and all you can do is take pictures! Jeez, have you never played?

Rukia: (sweatdrop) Watching you and Peyton play was good enough for me.

Me: Oh, that's right! That's SO showing up in future chapters.

Ichigo: NOOOO! I sucked at that game!

Me: That's the point! (evil laugh)

Rukia: Dumbasses. Enjoy, you guys.

Ichigo: AND FEEL FREE TO BLAME MANDY FOR THE SHITTY LAST CHAPTER!

Me: (Growl) Technically, it was an ANNOUNCEMENT.

Ichigo: A shitty one.

Rukia: ANYWAY, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

She could hear Ichigo's spazzy yelling all the way from in the bathroom. At least she was safe; she felt kind of bad for everyone else.

But dammit, they shouldn't have been eavesdropping!

"What the HELL is wrong with you guys?"

"It's the human condition to be curious!"

"Renji, you and Rukia aren't even HUMAN, dumbass!"

"Whoa, wait, back up! What do you mean they aren't human?" Lindsay asked in a panicky voice.

"Oh. Lindsay. U-Uhhh, don't worry about it, it's-"

"No, tell me, dammit! They aren't human? Are you human? Please tell me you're human. Ohmigod, my sister's dating an alien. How could this HAPPEN?"

Peyton sighed exasperatedly as she flushed the toilet. "WAY TO GO, ICHIGO!" She shouted over the water.

"WILL YOU JUST PEE?"

"I ALREADY DID! HENCE THE RUNNING WATER, MORON!"

"WELL THEN, COME BACK ME UP, WOULD YA?"

"Nope. You dug yourself into this hole, you get yourself out," Peyton said cheerfully as she headed towards Ichigo's doorway.

Lindsay stared at her sister, hands on her hips, hazel eyes wide. "How are they not human?"

Peyton looked from Ichigo (who looked murderous), to Rukia (furious), to Renji (like a kicked puppy), and finally to Lindsay.

"W-Well, um...Psh, you know Ichigo and Renji are both annoying idiots who have to constantly argue! Eventually they run out of comebacks, and this was one of those times. Even Ichigo Kurosaki has moments like that."

"I know, I know, it's hard to believe since I'm so awesome and all," Ichigo added. Peyton's temple throbbed. "Hey, no. You don't get any compliments, it's your fault Lindsay's all spazzy. So neh."

"Neh yourself."

"Neh YOURself."

"Well then, DOUBLE neh yourself!"

"Well in THAT case, YOU can just-"

"WILL YOU TWO JUST HURRY UP AND START WITH THE BABY-MAKING TALK AGAIN?" Yuzu finally shouted.

They both abruptly turned their heads toward Yuzu, who looked rather annoyed and huffy by the top of the stairs. Everyone started snickering at their expressions, and both of their temples throbbed.

"Um, Yuzu...Who mentioned anything about making babies?" Peyton asked slowly.

"Tch. YOU did! We all heard it. The whole thing!" Karin replied in a "duh" tone.

The background turned rather ominous as Peyton and Ichigo glared at everyone. "The. Whole. THING?" They shouted in disbelief; little sparks of anger crackled around their comically huge annoyed-looking faces.

Isshin was the first to respond. "Well...A bit. Oh, son, I'm so proud of you! I can practically smell the bottle formula!"

"THAT DOES IT!"

They watched the Epic Battle of The Ages unfold with lots of laughing from Renji and Rukia, glares from Peyton, "Idiots" from Karin, "Oh my"'s from Yuzu, and plenty of sweatdrops from them all.

Finally, Peyton sighed and clapped her hands together. "So! While they battle it out, who wants some of Yuzu's pancakes?"

"ME ME ME ME ME!" Renji shouted, taking the stairs three at a time. Rukia sweatdropped and followed. "Who am I to turn down her heavenly cooking?"

Lindsay pointed worriedly at Isshin and Ichigo; Isshin had just landed quite a few hits to Ichigo's jaw and stomach, and Ichigo was now rubbing Isshin's face in the carpet.

"Smell all the many odors of 20-year-old carpet. SMELL IT!"

"Do they..."

"Do this often?" Peyton suggested. Lindsay nodded, and her sister giggled. "All the time. Don't worry, they'll come downstairs in one piece. Well...Usually they do...You know what? Let's just go eat some pancakes and wait it out." And with that she slid down the bannister.

A WHILE LATER...

Rukia glanced up at the ceiling. "Y'know...Yuzu and Karin have been gone pretty long, considering they were just giving those two some pancakes..."

Renji nodded slowly. "You're right. And it's...quiet..."

He and Peyton looked at each other and said in slow unison, "TOO quiet..."

Right on cue, Yuzu bounded down the stairs, breathless. "Peyton, Peyton! You'll never guess what just happened!"

There was a brief silence, and Peyton swallowed another bite of pancakes. "Wait, do I actually have to guess?"

Yuzu sighed impatiently and ran back up the stairs. "Just come on!"

Wondering if they were dead, Peyton jumped up to follow her and was halfway up when she ran back down and grabbed her plate of pancakes. THEN she followed Yuzu worriedly.

MOMENTS LATER...

"Holy crap! I'm so glad I brought my cell phone up here!" Peyton exclaimed from upstairs. She had genuine pitch in her voice; the same pitch she used during semi-serious situations.

So naturally everyone got all curious and ran up there. What they saw made them sweatdrop at least three times each.

Isshin was standing with a foot on Ichigo's stomach triumphantly, in a Captain Morgan-like pose. Ichigo was laying dazed and sprawled out on the floor, his cast throbbing.

Yuzu was frantically trying to get past Lindsay to fix Ichigo some pancakes and hopefully make him a bit more...lifelike.

Karin was going through the stuff in Ichigo's room, "In case he's dead".

And what was Peyton doing? Taking pictures with her cell phone and laughing her ass off. "I never thought I'd actually see this day! Isshin, you won me fifty bucks!"

Renji groaned at that. "Damn, that's right! Here," he said with a sigh as he fished some out of his pocket.

Rukia did her own little Spazzy Noodle Dance as Peyton took the money with a smug grin and continued taking pictures.

"WHAT THE HELL KIND OF GIRLFRIEND MAKES PROFIT OFF HER BOYFRIEND'S DEFEAT?"

"A smart one," Peyton and Karin replied in unison. Isshin was now posing heroically, among other things.

Ichigo let out a groan, and Peyton glanced down at him. She waited patiently as he took in his surroundings, and as that WTF look slowly crossed onto his face, she captured it with the video mode on her cell.

"Perfect! Ichigo, you should do commercials. Or maybe pose for artists or something. Yeah, that'd work. Although I dunno if you get paid for that, and it'd be hard for you to sit still and shut up for that long with all kinds of random people staring at you like that. Oh well...Either way, you should," she concluded matter-of-factly.

Ichigo blinked up at her; the view was kind of upside-down for him, but he was still obviously annoyed.

"...Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

Yuzu came back with a huge mound of pancakes; Isshin immediately brightened. "Ah, you brought a fine feast for a hero such as I!"

He then drooped as Yuzu went the other way, and jumped back as if she had burned him. "Papa, Ichigo needs these more than you."

"B-B-But, they're so fluffy and golden! And piping hot!"

Karin rolled her eyes as she stuffed something into her pocket and walked out of Ichigo's room. "There's more downstairs, I'm sure, Mr. Hero."

Peyton raised a hand. "I'll take care of Ichigo if you wanna take care of Mr. Hero, Yuzu." Poor kid was already starting to look guilty for her father's dismay.

Yuzu brightened instantly. "Thanks Peyton! C'mon, Karin, let's go!"

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because I need an assistant!"

"Can't Rukia or Lindsay assist you?"

"Kaa-riin," Yuzu whined, making Karin sigh. "Fiiiiine," she said in defeat before pushing Isshin forward towards the stairs.

Renji followed. "Yuzu, I want some more too! I'm fricking starving!"

"Then you have to help!"

He sighed and stomped down the rest of the stairs. "Fine, but I demand immunity from Strawberry giving me crap about it!"

Rukia rolled her eyes, and Lindsay giggled. Peyton smirked at the upside-down Ichigo. "I doubt he will, Renji. He's in no position to be teasing anyone, I don't think. Getting beat by Isshin. Ha!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "The only reason he beat me was because of this damn cast. Which is technically YOUR fault!"

"Oh, yeah, it WAS my fault. Because I was trying to get your Hollow to give control back to you!"

"Hollow?" Lindsay repeated.

They both flinched, having forgotten her sister was still there. Rukia laughed anxiously. "Hey, Lindsay, you wanna go snoop Ichigo's room with me?"

She immediately forgot about the weird term Peyton used, nodding so quickly her blonde hair became a blur. "Duh! Even if it IS Ichigo, it's like the Sister Code to snoop each other's boyfriends' rooms. Y'know, just to make sure they're not creepy or anything."

Ichigo sweatdropped. "Hello, I'm right here!"

They both just waved him off, and Peyton laughed as they ran into his room and shut the door.

He sighed rather heavily. "Well, that's just great." She plopped down beside him and calmly took a few bites of his pancakes.

"Eh, I wouldn't worry. Rukia won't let her find the more personal stuff; she'd be too worried it might involve something about the Soul Society," she pointed out.

"Yeah, that's tru- Hey, wait. Did you just eat some of my pancakes?" He asked in disbelief.

Peyton had the fork halfway in her mouth when he asked, and looked at him innocently as she slowly stuck it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"...Nooo."

Ichigo sweatdropped. "Please tell me you didn't expect me to actually believe that."

"Nope."

"Nope you didn't expect me to, or nope you won't tell me that?"

"Nope."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up."

"No prob!"

She plopped the plate on his stomach, and he groaned. Peyton smiled innocently. "Sorry. Didn't know Isshin beat the crap out of you everywhere, instead of just your cast."

His temple throbbed. "He didn't beat the crap out of me! He just...took advantage of my cast, is all."

"AND beat the crap out of you."

"Kinda."

"Yeah, thought so."

"But I'm still the better fighter!"

"Mmhmm."

"I am!"

"Totally."

"Peyton!"

"What?"

"Stop doing that!"

"Doing what, breathing? Blinking?"

"NO, thinking my dad's better at fighting than me!"

Peyton waved him off. "I was AGREEING with you! Jeez, SOMEONE has a guilty conscience!"

He opened his mouth to continue arguing, but then sighed and shook his head. "I'm just gonna be the mature one here and eat."

Of course, he said this right as he stabbed a piece of pancake and ate it rather savagely. Peyton sweatdropped. "I've said too much, I can tell I upset you."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I would argue, but these pancakes are so effin' good."

"I know right!"

She glanced down at his cast, which was still throbbing painfully by the looks of it. "What exactly did he do to your cast?"

"Banged it like a gong. His fist was the mallet," he explained dully between bites.

Peyton winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah, no kidding! Just a hunch here, but that's probably how I lost."

"Ehhh, maybe. It's a bit of a long shot, BUT.."

"Anything's possible when you believe!"

Peyton sweatdropped. "...Maybe we shouldn't have been in Disney World so long. It definitely rubbed off on you."