(Currently eating bits of a Niagra-Falls-Shaped-Cake given to us by rainbowdragongirl101)
Me: We're back!
Ichigo: (Also eating cake given to him by im a kitty that luvz sweets, the frosting spelling out "CONGRATULATIONS, YOU FINALLY HAD HOT HOT SEX!") Yay!
Rukia: (currently licking Chappy ice cream cone given to her by rainbowdragongirl101) YOU'RE awfully happy.
Me: (Smirks) In more ways than one, by the sound of it.
Ichigo: (Throws gauntlet at me) SHUT UP, YOU PERVERT!
Me: (Whimpers and plucks gauntlet out of hair) ...Douchebag. Well, anyways. Glad to hear Chapp 69 was so epic! Sorry for those who found it a bit too graphic; trust me, i know how you feel, i was feeling the blood rushing to my fave just writing it! But it was SO worth it. I mean, c'mon, just MAKING it to 69 chapps pretty much means i owe those two some action of questionable legality in a few states.
Rukia: (Shudders before digging into Chappy cake from KijoKuroi) Thanks for throwing those mental images right back into my head...
Me: I feel so bad though, i forgot to put Hisagi in the 69th chapp pre-chap-author-note! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
Ichigo: No Mandy. You're unforgiven. You MONSTER.
Me: (Bawls all over humongous cake stash) NOOOOO! WHY, ICHIGO, WHYYY?
(Senkaimon suddenly appears, revealing Kenpachi and Yachiru)
Ichigo: No. No. NO WAY!
Me: (Laughing maniacally) THANK YOU RYU!
Rukia: (Takes cake out of harm's way and slowly backs out of the room)
Yachiru: Kenny, let's get this over with so i can go play Crazy.
Kenpachi: (Unsheathing his zanpakuto) This won't take long.
Ichigo: (Gulps and starts pushing Nurse Assistance button) NURSE! NURSE! NUUUUURSEEEE! DAMMIT!
Me: (Takes pictures)
Rukia: (Pokes head through door, wincing as a battle ensues) ...Enjoy. Mandy, come with me to get a stretcher.
Me: (Whiny 5-Year-Old voice) But RUKIAAAAA, I'm taking pictures! How am i supposed to get them autographed if I'm down getting a stretcher that smells like piss and blood?
Rukia: JUST COME ON! (Drags me to my doom)
Me: NOOOOOOO!
"Peyton?"
"Hmm?"
"You okay?"
"...Mmm. Mm-hm. Just tired," she replied groggily. He smirked to himself. "Guess that means it was good."
She nodded, still breathing a little heavy. "Mm. Both times. ...Hey, what time is it?"
"The hell if I know."
Peyton sighed and sat up, squinting at her phone while running a hand through her hair. "...The hell? 4:30 already? There's no way!"
"Didn't we get here around 11?"
"Yeah...Yeah I think so...And I got outta the shower at about, uhhh...uhhh...noon-ish? That sounds right," she muttered to herself like it mattered what time it was as she slipped on her bra and the nearest shirt (which happened to be Ichigo's, go figure).
Ichigo grinned at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Ah, the shower. Best invention ever."
Peyton rolled her eyes. "More like 'Ah, Peyton. Best girlfriend ever'."
"Nah, you just wanted me for my body in the first place anyway."
"How'd you know?"
"Psychic."
"Really?"
"Only on weekends."
"Awesome. So when you started growling about 'never getting some' before I got in the shower earlier, you were just pretending?"
"...Yes. Yes I was."
She laughed before groaning and flopping back down. "Ennh, don't make me laugh, I'm sore!"
"The price one pays for epicness...in the form of HOT HOT SEX," he replied smugly, pulling her by the shirt so she was closer to him.
She laid her head on top of his upper arm. "Mm, if you say so."
It was quiet for a few minutes as he played with her hair and she tried to doze off. Unfortunately, the sentimental, emotional, girly side of her wouldn't allow her to sleep unless she said what it wanted her to say.
...For a very small percentage of Peyton's brain, it sure was persistent.
"...Ichigo?"
"Yeah?"
"Um...Thank you."
"Oh. You're welcome. ...Wait, for what?" She knew that had been coming, but still sweatdropped just a little before turning red as she remembered what she had been about to say.
"Well-" She paused to clear her throat, which made her realize how extremely DRY her throat was. "...For being my first."
There was a short silence before he tilted her head up by her chin and kissed her gently. "In that case, you're more than welcome."
She smiled before shifting into a more comfortable sleeping position, closing her eyes again.
"Hey, Peyton."
"Yo."
"I love you."
"Even though I kick your ASS in Mortal Kombat?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. I guess I don't love you, then."
"Well FINE THEN, I guess I'll just LEAVE."
"You're not leaving any time soon."
"Yeah, I know. Can you at least PRETEND to take my threats seriously?" She whined, making him laugh before yawning and shifting positions as well.
"Damn, I'm exhausted."
"I wouldn't know anything about that, Ichigo."
"Of course not."
Eyes still closed, she held up a finger as his arm wrapped around her waist. "If ANYTHING keeps me from getting some sleep, your manly needs are gonna suffer a serious drought. GOT IT?"
"Okay, THAT THREAT I take seriously," he said quickly. She could tell by his tone that his eyes were closed (weird how she knew that), and decided he wouldn't wake her up if he was just as tired.
Satisfied, she leaned into him a little more and let herself start to doze off.
BANG! CRASH! THUD.
Peyton's temple throbbed rather menacingly, not daring to open her eyes. "Ichigo! We're FINALLY ba-...holy crap," some voice she didn't recognize was saying.
Okay, Peyton knew that giving in to curiosity killed all chances of sleep, but she opened her eyes anyway. Ichigo's door was currently off its hinges and on the floor.
A blond dude was staring at them from the doorway, jaw on the floor. A girl with her hair in short stubby pigtails (ALSO blonde..brother and sister maybe?) was trying to process what she was seeing, looking angrier and angrier by the minute.
"...Ichigo...Who...is THIS?" The guy asked, eyes wide with excitement.
Ichigo's temple throbbed. "Shinji, don't you dare."
"Dare do what?" Peyton asked.
"Who the hell is she?" The girl growled.
"I am SO lost," she said with a sigh, sitting up and putting a hand against her temple.
"Shinji, don't do it," Ichigo warned.
"Don't do WHAT?"
"WHO THE HELL IS THIS? DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME, ICHIGO KUROSAKI!"
"Gah! Screw this confusing Less-A-And-More-Q Session! Who is this lovely creature sitting beside you in your t-shirt?" Shinji exclaimed, grabbing her by her hands and standing her up so he could look at her.
Peyton sweatdropped as the girl behind him promptly got a temple throb and smacked the crap out of him with her sandal.
"ICHIGO, ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION, DUMBASS!" She bellowed, holding up her sandal as a threat while Shinji rubbed his face mournfully.
Ichigo's temple throbbed even more than hers. "She's Peyton. My girlfriend. MY GIRLFRIEND, SHINJI."
Shinji peered at her suspiciously. "...How much is Ichigo paying you?"
A resounding THWACK was heard as the girl and Ichigo smacked him at the same time, while Peyton sweatdropped.
"I...am still SO LOST!"
"Peyton, Hiyori, Shinji. Shinji, Hiyori, Peyton."
Hiyori folded her arms across her chest, looking Peyton up and down. "I have a mouth, dipshit, I can introduce myself without your help. Where'd you find her, Mail-Order Hooters? ...Actually...Gee, in that case, I guess they gave you a bit of a rip-off. That Inoue chick's at least TWICE as indowed as this one."
A rather evil-looking aura surrounded Peyton as her eye twitched menacingly, while Ichigo did a Spazzy Wet Noodle Dance.
"WHAT KIND OF SKEEZE DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?"
"HEY! ...There's nothing wrong with visiting that website," Shinji informed them.
Everyone stared at him, and finally Hiyori huffed. "Well, whatever. C'mon, you're comin' to the compound with us. Everyone wants to see ya."
"You're coming too, my love!" Shinji announced cheerfully as he dragged Peyton by the wrist, who tried spastically to dive for the bathroom.
"CAN I AT LEAST GRAB MY UNDERWEAR FIRST?"
Shinji stopped dead in his tracks while she ran off to find her beloved underwear, looking at Ichigo gleefully. "Ooooh, kinky."
"SHUT YOUR FACE!" Ichigo demanded as he kicked him into a nearby wall, making Hiyori sweatdrop.
"...Good to see you haven't changed much, dumbass."
"Nice to see you too, Snaggletooth."
"Humph," was her only reply as Peyton ran back out, Shinji immediately sliding back up beside her.
"Soooo...Where the hell did Ichigo find a hottie like YOU?"
AN HOUR LATER...
"...AAAnd THAT'S the way it was," Shinji concluded. Peyton sweatdropped. "...You know...Somehow, I think I understand all that."
He practically had kittens, darting around between her and Ichigo spastically. "And she's SMART! Kinky, curvaceous, foreign, and smart. See, Hiyori, you could be her. You could be like Peyton."
THWACK!
"Why would I wanna be like HER?"
Shinji rubbed his nose tenderly, but apparently decided he should dig himself into a deeper hole with his fellow Vizard.
"WHY? What are you, an idiot? LOOK at the woman! See, I told you to let me click on the 'yes' box for ya on that breast implant doctors' website the other day, but NO, you kicked me into a wall instead!"
"Oh, you mean like this?" Hiyori growled as she kicked him in the spine, sending him flying into the opposite wall.
"...Yeah...Something to that effect...I think I heard something pop out of place..." He groaned from amidst the smoke and rubble.
Peyton sweatdropped, and Ichigo sighed and shook his head. "We're almost there. Allow me to apologize in advance."
"For what?"
"Oh, you'll see."
When they finally got there, the looks on the other Vizards' faces were completely understandable.
She and Hiyori were currently having a shouting match over "how slutty you look in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear".
To which Peyton kept insisting "I also have a BRA on, thank you very much, and at least I can pull it off!".
Shinji had commented earlier on how maybe Hiyori should take some notes, which not only earned him another sandal-induced-ass-kicking, but something he said to Ichigo had pissed him off too, so now THEY were trying to scratch each other's eyes out.
Needless to say, the other Vizards were confused and PLENTY annoyed.
They watched the four go back and forth at each other for a few minutes before a white-haired dude shouted "GIVE IT A REST ALREADY, GODDAMN IT!".
Peyton and Hiyori settled with flashing sideways death-glares at each other before their temples started throbbing at Ichigo and Shinji, who continued attacking each other.
"ICHIGOOOO, IT WAS A COMPLIMENT!"
"NO IT WASN'T, YOU PERV, IT WAS A DUMBASS MOVE ON YOUR PART!"
"Can't we settle this with civility?" A huge guy in a green suit asked the two.
Everyone sweatdropped, and a girl with green hair shushed him, eyes wide and bright with interest. "Hachi, don't ruin the fun! It's been a while since we've been able to see those two have at it!"
Hiyori simply folded her arms across her chest. "Besides. With these two, there IS no such thing as civility. Jeez, human or not, you could at least teach your boyfriend some manners."
Everyone seemed taken totally aback by that. "B-BOYFRIEND?"
The girl with glasses looked up from her manga with interest. "Ichigo has a girlfriend? Since WHEN?"
Shinji dodged another one of Ichigo's kicks, leaping up and staying in mid-air, grinning down at them. "Isn't she lovely?"
Hiyori's temple throbbed. "That's debatable. Many words come to mind when I look at her, but lovely isn't one of 'em."
Peyton's temple throbbed as well, and the guy with flowing blonde hair waved off her anger. "Ah, don't mind Hiyori. She's probably just jealous."
"JEALOUS?"
He ignored Hiyori and stood to hold out a hand to Peyton. "I'm Rojuro, Rojuro Otoribashi. You can just call me Rose, like everyone else."
She ignored Hiyori's death threats against her and Rose and shook it. "I'm Peyton."
Shinji dodged another one of Ichigo's attacks, kicking him in the face, and leapt back down to plop his hands on Peyton's shoulders. "Yes, her name's Peyton. My first love," he announced with a sigh of reminisce.
Everyone slowly backed away as far as possible as deadly auras surrounded Hiyori and Ichigo, Zangetsu and the flip-flop held at the ready.
"Mashiro!" The green-haired girl announced as she grabbed Peyton's wrist and tugged her along, away from the massacre about to ensue.
"Lisa," the one with glasses stated, shuffling through a bag before pulling out a magazine and handing it to her.
"You might need this. Y'know, for special occasions like his birthday or something," Lisa said matter-of-factly.
"DON'T YOU DARE GIVE HER ONE OF YOUR PERVERTED-ASS MANGAS! IF HER DAD FINDS THAT, I'M DEAD!" Ichigo bellowed.
A few of the Vizards looked quite amused as Peyton shrugged and accepted the magazine. "Holy crap. Ichigo scored a full-fledged pervert," the one with an awesome-yet-odd afro stated.
Peyton grinned. "While I am a pretty big pervert, Ichigo obviously doesn't want me to take this for fear of his safety. THEREFORE, I am bound by my pledge to piss him off and cause him bodily harm as often as possible to TAKE this magazine," she explained.
"I like her already," Rose announced. Afro Dude nodded and held up a hand in acknowledgement. "Call me Love."
"Awesomesauce!"
"Awesomesauce," They all repeated slowly. Peyton nodded brightly. "For when 'awesome' just isn't enough."
The white-haired guy sweatdropped. "How the hell did Ichigo score a chick like YOU?"
Mashiro crossed her arms and huffed moodily at him, while Hiyori paused from her and Ichigo's hate-crime-in-the-making to snap, "WHY is everyone SAYING THAT? WHAT'S SO DAMN COOL ABOUT HER?"
Hachi chuckled. "Hiyori, maybe Shinji deserves a break."
Everyone sweatdropped at the sight of Shinji, who was currently collapsed on the floor and looking kind of like an accordion.
A really bloody and bruised accordion.
Peyton cocked her head to the side, eyes wide. "Well, damn. He brings 'beaten to a pulp' to a whole new meaning."
FIVE HOURS LATER...
"That was...AWESOMESAUCE," Peyton commented as they trudged home.
Ichigo was rather bruised, and probably more sore than she was. Which was REALLY saying something.
Then again, maybe if he hadn't been a moron and kicked Shinji's ass, he wouldn't be so bent out of shape.
He just sighed tiredly. "You ENJOYED that?"
She folded her arms across her middle thoughtfully. "Well, missing out on sleep, AGAIN, really sucked. But meeting the Vizards...That was pretty cool. You never told me about those guys!"
Ichigo sweatdropped. "Where you even THERE when I almost committed murder?"
She laughed and shook her head. "You're too violently spastic for your own good."
"I wasn't being violently spastic, I was DEFENDING YOUR HONOR!" He announced dramatically, to which she just sweatdropped.
"Jeez, Ichigo. If you're gonna make yourself look good, you gotta make it reasonable too." He drooped at that. "You make me seem like such a pervert."
"You are."
"I know, but it doesn't need any more emphasis!"
"Yeah it does. It's too funny not to be emphasized."
He had no reply to that one, making her laugh again and walk a little closer to him, peering down at his still very depressed-looking state.
"...You need sugar. Food. Something."
"I need sleep."
"OH, but when I kept telling everyone I NEED SLEEP, it didn't COMPUTE, DID IT?"
"Nope. You always need sleep, Peyton."
"Yeah, well...SHUT UP."
"MAKE me!"
Peyton smirked. "Fine. Unless you NEVER WANNA HAVE HOT HOT SEX AGAIN, you'll be smart and shut up."
As expected, he instantly jumped back as if she had burnt him and covered his mouth with both hands exaggeratedly.
She smiled and ruffled his hair, a habit of hers lately, making his temple throb. "You make it WAY too easy, Ichigo."
"Yeah, well...SHUT UP."
She rolled her eyes and attempted to keep her balance on the very edge of the curb, stretching out her arms like a tightrope-walker. "Fine, I'll shut up. See, you didn't even need to bribe me!"
"Good, then SHUT UP! ...Ha! YOU, being QUIET."
Peyton didn't reply, being quiet like a good girl, knowing it was only a matter of time before she succesfully drove him insane. Less than five minutes later, he grabbed one of her hands and flopped it around spastically. "PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!"
She giggled and attempted to get her hand back. "Fine, fine! Hi Ichigo."
"Oh, hey Peyton. Didn't see ya there."
"I can tell," she muttered, wiggling her fingers for emphasis, which he still had in his hand.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
"Where is everybody?" Peyton wondered as she crept through the dark den. Nanaw wasn't even up, which was saying something since she was usually watching Golden Girls re-runs at this hour.
Then again, it WAS past eleven. School tomorrow, work tomorrow...she had been the one complaining about lack of sleep, yet she was the only one around that wasn't asleep.
Not HER FAULT. If she had had it her way, she would probably be asleep in Ichigo's bed right now. But nooooo. Shinji and Hiyori just HAD to break down his door.
"Stupid Vizards with cool clothes," she muttered darkly as she flung her bedroom door open. Peyton reached to slip off her pajama pants, as per usual at this hour, only to remember suddenly that she was lucky she was wearing underwear.
Holy crap. That's right...Not only did she not have her pants anymore (until tommorow, but still), she wasn't a virgin anymore either.
She had forgotten THAT quickly?
Peyton shook her head and looked at her bed, sighing lovingly. "Ohhh, baby. I missed you, dammit," she said with a contented smile as she dove into her bed, wrapping herself in the covers and closing her eyes.
She was dreaming in no time.
Until she heard scratching on her window.
Peyton sighed heavily and, eyes still closed, reached for something to throw at the window.
Coming up empty-handed, she sighed again and reluctantly sat up, blinking herself back awake as she slid her window up to cuss out whoever dared disrupt her precious sleep.
She didn't see anything, shrugged to herself, and was about to slide the window back closed when Ichigo popped into her line of vision out of nowhere.
"DAMMIT!" She hissed as she jumped back in surprise, flipping right off her bed and landing flat on her ass.
Ichigo was obviously trying really hard not to laugh as she stood up, muttering a string of curses and looking about ready to send a Chappy Army of Death after him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you must have a MAJOR death wish."
He slid through her window and plopped himself onto her bed, waiting patiently as she brushed herself off and glared at him for a good three minutes to try and compute to him how tired and pissed off she was.
"...WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?" She finally hissed, trying to control her voice so she didn't wake up the whole house.
He simply patted her spot. "Get in. I'm doing what I was SUPPOSED to do."
Peyton eyed him suspiciously before laying back down. "If you mean what I think you mean, it'll have to wait, I'm way too tired."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and slid under her covers as well. "Not THAT. This." He wrapped an arm around her waist and let her lay her head near the crook of his neck.
She meant to give him a weird look, but couldn't find the energy and decided to give the wall one instead. "And what is THIS, exactly?"
"Idiot, after a girl's had her first time, you're supposed to lay there with her until she goes to sleep. Just like you will every other time until she dumps you flat on your ass, because there's no way YOU'LL do the dumping to someone so important to you. Don't you know anything?"
She probably should've shot back some smart-ass comment, but ended up grinning like an idiot instead. "I guess I don't."
Peyton remembered Lindsay's first time. Her older sister had bawled for hours on end after he dumped her three hours later. She had really, REALLY loved him, Peyton had thought. Still thought that.
That's how Peyton got her one and only assault charge (which was somehow dropped) after she beat the crap out of the guy and threatened to make sure he didn't play any more freshmen girls by getting rid of his "pride and joy".
Come to think of it, they both cried for hours on end that day.
It was nice to know she wouldn't have to cry like that for herself, and hopefully neither would Lindsay.
She relaxed a little more, eyes slowly drooping closed, and the patterns she was making across his shirt (the one HE was wearing) slowly coming to a stop.
He kissed the top of her head, making her grin like an idiot all over again.
"Night Peyton."