Ichi:*twitches, blushing* Prime...

Me:*giggles*

Shiro: Yosh A new chapter to Bleach Funnies! I wonder if I'm in it*looks smug* Bet I'm the main charater in it.

Me:*smirks* Surrrre

Ichi: Ugh...Prime doesn't own Bleah because if she did...run for your lives

Me:*whines* Ichigo!

It's been two hundred and ten years since the war with Aizen and hundred since the Thirteen division squads finally had Thirteen captains. It had taken them a while to fill up the spots seeing how there were many wars being fought or someone is always trying to use the tittle as a way to take over the world. Yes it has been getting somewhat tiring having to fight every other two month. It was even more tiring not being able to take a break once in a while.

That's why Toshiro Hitsugaya, captain of the Tenth Division, had snuck off to the human world for a little lunch break. As well as dragging a certain long, orange hair fifteen looking year old captain with him as well. Seeing how both been working so hard lately, having to deal with a lieutenant that refuses to work and paper work that has been piling up since the last Fifth Division captain turned traitor.

This break…It was supposed to have them time to relax before going back to the hell they call work until a certain someone just had to open their mouth.

"You think I can't tell, Kurosaki?"

Toshiro glared at the Fifth Division captain of hundred and ten years. Turquoise eyes challenging brown mischiefs ones as Ichigo smirked as he brushed his eye length, orange bangs to the side. The Ten Division white haired captain scowled at the teen looking man taking off his black jacket, reveling a blue button shirt with a black dragon sewed onto the front.

"Yup, a lot of men claim that it never happens to them but a large percentage of women do fake it." Ichigo stated as he waved his fork around. Amusement written all over his face. "Rukia told me all about it last time and I kinda have to agree with her."

Toshiro felt his left eye twitched in annoyance. "And you really think I can't tell."

Ichigo giggled as tucked his long hair behind his ear. "Yup but don't worry, you're not the only one."

The white haired man growled at the being before him. How dare he say that? "Get out of here."

The orange haired captain glared at the tall man as he resume to eating his sandwich. Ichigo scowled a bit seeing that ten years ago the use to be midget was now as tall as Renji. His hair was longer as well, slightly spiking out down the back of his head to his neck. A turquoise piece of cloth acting like a bandana though didn't do much to hold his fringe back. And here he was, still looking like he was still fifteen even though he died at the age of thirty. Damn that Urahara for not telling him that cutting his soul chain when they were first giving him his shinigami powers when he went to save Rukia long ago meant that he really died.

Ichigo pouted slightly look down before smirking his eyes lighting up in mischief. He took a deep breath before letting it out softly in a small type of groan. Toshiro looked up in worry as the younger captain let out another groan.

"Are you okay?" Toshiro asked frowned. "Kurosaki?"

Ichigo refused to answer as he moans out in pleasure as he ran his hand through his hair. Toshiro sighed and lend back in to his chair. It seems as if the captain in front of him was going to prove him up. He let out a snort and glares in defiant. Ichigo continue to moan and groan in pleasure, muttering words in encouragement.

"Oh yes…yes…" Ichigo muttered tossing his head to the side as his hand ran back his hair down to his chest. "Yes…oh gods yes…"

Toshiro felt the heat rise to his cheeks as everyone turned to stare. He watched as the brown eyes teen lean forward, cheek cheeks flushed and gaze half close, in complete pleasure. The turquoise eyed soul reaper shifted in his seat as Ichigo pants louder as well as moaning so the whole store could hear. The young Visored raised his hands and slammed his hands against the table, almost yelling.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ichigo toss himself back in his chair and throws his head back in hot passion. "Oh gods yes!"

Toshiro stared at him in shock, face redder then before. Heat traveled about his body, pooling around his stomach and escaping from his skin. Ichigo moves his head back down and sent his fellow captain a smirk. He then picked up his fork and stabs it into the salad the both shared, shoving a good portion into his mouth with a grin.

"Alright…you win." Toshiro muttered in shock.

The brown eyed teen humph in triumphant, looking smug. "Told ya."

From across two tables away in the store they could hear an old lady say to the waiter. "I'll have what he's having."

Shiro:*twitches* What the hell?! What was that white hair midget doing with my king! Prime!

Toshiro: Who are you calling a midget?! And who said he's yours?!

Ichi:*blushes harder* Shiro...Toshiro...

Me: Comment and Junk*waves*