Disclaimer: …I. Hate. High. School. XD It's not as fun as Middle School! T_T And I miss my old band director… plus, our schedule is all screwed up. We have Block Days; Cardinal Days(Periods 1-4), Black Days(Periods 5-8) and then Traditional Days. STUID PEOPLE, TRADITIONAL DAYS ARE NOT TRADITIONAL. How is 1, 5, 2, 6, 4, 8 for our classes traditional? It's not Tradition, it's Crap! And having P.E. For an hour and a half is a pain in the ass. But it's my last year of it, baby! Once I'm a Sophomore *evil chuckle* no more running for me! And I've only been in school for three days. XD

Oh, yeah, and I don't own Bleach or Naruto.

IMPORTANT – YOU NEED TO READ IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF VULPES ALVEUS. At least, for a while. I'll post an Author's Note after this chapter, as a separate thing, for those of you who actually give a shit. On a similar note, this is going to be a VERY short chapter. Please, no yelling, I can't handle it right now.

Chapter 13
Alveus Animus

:::Karakura Town(This is for you, Anake14!):::

"We shouldn't be here!" Gaara barked, scowling at Ichigo as the orange-haired boy leaned across the counter to receive what he had ordered. "We should be focusing on rescuing Naruto!" (a/n: …holy SHIT! Gaara doesn't have eyebrows! Yes, I just noticed that!)

"Don't get your fur tangled." Ichigo snorted. "We're going to go get him as soon as humanly – well, in your case, demonically – possible. But I haven't had anything good-tasting since Naruto vanished, and I managed to convince one of the guys training me to distract the girl that is always pounding me into the pavement so I could come get some of THIS!" Ichigo cried dramatically, thrusting a blizzard under Gaara's nose.

Unfortunately, Gaara was a trained Shinobi, and any Shinobi worth their shuriken reacted violently to any sudden objects being shoved towards their face. Ichigo yelped as a thin trail of sand wrapped around his wrist with the speed of the wind, constricting like a snake's coils. He dropped the item that had been intended for Gaara as he heard his wrist pop, possibly crack. Said red-head caught the offending object, and shoved it in Ichigo's face as the poor boy cradled his probably- shattered wrist.

"Why are you attacking me?" Gaara demanded. "I thought we were comrades!"

"Attacking y- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Ichigo cried, throwing his arms in the air. He pulled his injured wrist back to his chest as his flopping hand made the injury ache. "I WAS OFFERING YOU FOOD, YOU IDIOT!"

"You were attacking me with this suspicious substance! What is it? Poison? Did you hide a bomb within? Is the paper of this cup really a paper tag that will release acid into my veins for a slow and painful death?" Gaara interrogated, roughly slamming the blizzard into the ground, the soft ice cream splattering all over the wall near the cash register as customers and Dairy Queen workers alike looked on in awe and confusion.

"That costs good money, bastard!" Ichigo growled. "Money that I had to pull from my own pocket! And why would I be trying to kill you? I'll need your help rescuing Naruto!"

"Then explain why you attacked me!"

"I! WASN'T! ATTACKING! YOU!" Ichigo finally screamed, his nose inches away from Gaara's own as he drew closer with each word. "IT WAS ICE CREAM! A FOOD! SOMETHING YOU EAT!" Slowly, as the words registered in Gaara's mind, the red-haired Shinobi looked to the ice cream that was slowly dripping down the wall. He dragged a finger through it slowly, as if it would explode just from the contact with his flesh. He brought the hand to his mouth, and licked his finger. His face brightened almost instantly.

"…it's good." He muttered. He reached out with a lightning-quick hand, snatching the other blizzard in Ichigo's hand from his grasp. He turned, throwing the red plastic spoon over his shoulder as he walked away, preferring to either sip the smooth ice cream, or use a finger.

"Hey! That's mine!" Ichigo whined after the retreating back of Gaara.

"Get your own!" Gaara responded as the door slammed behind him. Ichigo glared, but turned to retrieve another blizzard.

"TIMES UP!" Hiyori's voice called as she smashed feet-first through the ceiling, sunlight filtering through the gap in the ceiling and roof. She landed with a crunch of tiles under her shoes, her cool eyes glaring at Ichigo. She latched onto the collar of his shirt, glaring right into his chocolate-colored eyes. "You're coming with me." She snarled, before shooting back up through the ceiling, creating another hole, identical to the first, Ichigo screaming all the way. Whispers went around the gathered crowd.

"What the…"

"What just happened?"

"Was that boy just kidnapped?"

The young teenage boy working the cash register, Koga Aoi, turned to look at his gaping boss. He passed his boss with a heavy sigh. "I'll go call the cops." He muttered as he passed. God, he hated working Mondays.

I'm sorry…I just can't think of anything to write…seriously, sorry. I'll put up an Author's Note in a few minutes and explain why this is only 880 words long. Still…sorry.

~Kitsune-242