HEY! It's me again! Miss me? Well anyways, I have done Ichigo from Bleach because a viewer had requested it! So if you have any requests for characters, that you want me to do, then PM me! I do not own any of the anime's or characters in these stories besides John who is under the copywrite of evalinesilverveil, of course, I CAN do a 12MIH with John if you'd like. It will be hilarious if you want it! Anyways, enjoy!

I paused as I walked back into the room. "Seriously? What is this!? Do you really expect me to pick all of these people in one day?"I groaned, seeing yet again more men in the room. "God John how many friends have ya got?" I sighed. "If they don't have their items in the box then it's too late…"I sighed.

"They ALL have their items inside the box and yes, I know many, many people." John replied with a smirk. I groaned with a roll of my eyes wait until I get him in that closet… They'll be picking up that man's corpse when I get out… I thought irritably.

I walked over to the cardboard box which had items filled almost to the top. I looked around at the room of boys. Then I closed my eyes, embracing the darkness that enveloped me completely. I reached for the box, my hand touching only air until I found the smooth textured feeling of the cardboard box.

Reaching inside, I rummaged through all sorts of items, feeling some that were sharp, and long, or small and rigid. Smooth and glass like, I also found some round objects and hot objects. I pulled out something made of wood. It was flat and easily held, a carving of a skull in the center of it. I examined the carvings closely, running my fingers over the well carved detailed lines in the skull. I looked up, from the almost hypnotizing carved wooden skull and held it up in the air, in the faces of the many boys.

"Who's item is this?" I called through the crowd of chatting men.
"That's mine." A somewhat deep voice said. A very tall teenage boy with short, spiky orange hair walked to the front of the crowd. He wore sort of a jacket that ran longer in the back and what looked like a black man skirt for pants, though I'm not one to judge. I waved, the wooden skull still at hand. I threw him a smile, not quite knowing what exactly to expect.

John walked up to me with a grin on his face, "this is Ichigo Kurosaki," he introduced. The boy named Ichigo nodded at me, his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Hey." He said simply.

"Hi," I said. "I assume you want this back?" I said offering him his carved… Skull… Thing… Or whatever the hell it was supposed to be.

"Yeah, thanks." Ichigo nodded, taking it. "I need my combat badge to fight hollows." I nodded curtly, having my hand retreat to my side.

"Well… Uh, let's get the two of you to the closet of fun." John said abruptly, guiding the two of us towards the supply closet where I've been stuck with at least two or three guys so far. He locked us in the closet, leaving us in the dark.

"So, you fight using the badge?" I asked, remembering what he had called the skull.

"Well, it gives me clearance to fight in my town." He explained. "Cause I'm a substitute soul reaper so I need special permission."

"Huh… That's cool…" I said thoughtfully.

"So uh... tell me something about you." Ichigo said, sounding unsure of himself.

"Well, I'm a tomboy for one, all of my friends are guys… I usually fight them and stuff when we're bored," I shrugged. I could see a faint smile stretch across Ichigo's face through the darkness.

"That's cool."

"Sports are fun too," I added with a smile.

"Yeah, they are." He replied.

"So what do you usually do for fun?" I asked, tilting my head every so slightly.

"Uh... I don't know. I guess, hang out with my friends." Ichigo shrugged.

"I do that too," I laughed.

"Are you two gonna cuddle or what?" John's voice came through the door.

"Oh be quiet!" Ichigo called boredly.

"This is supposed to be 12 minutes in heaven, not 12 minutes of you two chit chatting." John groaned.

"Shut up!" I snapped.

"Yeah!" Ichigo growled.

"Fiiine!" John groaned.

"We'll do whatever when we feel like it!" I said indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fine… But don't take too long…" John groaned back through the door. I rolled my eyes at him.

"He's really annoying…" I groaned.

"Ya," Ichigo, said, a smirk developed on his face. He stretched and scooted closer to me until he was literally almost on top of me, handing over me. I felt his breath, hot against my skin. I felt my cheeks heat up quicker than an oven.

"W-what you doing?" I stammered.

"Well… It's twelve minutes in heaven, right?" He purred. I nodded slowly. "So, I believe, it's time to start heaven…" He said, before I could reply, I felt his sweet lips press against mine, passion passed through them and flooded through my body, causing me to stiffen, he had one hand, cupping my cheek, the other on the wall behind me, I felt myself close my eyes and press myself closer. For someone like him… He was a very good kisser… It was hard not to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer… BUT my attempt failed. I felt my arms wrap around his shoulders and run through his surprisingly soft hair.

"Times up!" Johns voice came from the door. I snapped out of heaven and back to reality. I growled in frustration, then found myself looking at a broom. Quickly, my hand shot out and grasped the broom. "A-a (n-name) what are you doing with that?" John asked nervously, his eyes turning to the broom which was now held in my hand.

"We're not done yet!" I said with savage amusement as I took the broom flipping it over so my hand was on the handle, then I swatted at John, hitting him in the head a few times with the bristles.

"Ah! Stop it! Fine! Do what you want! OW! That was my face!" John cried out shutting the door. I found myself and Ichigo burst into laughter. Then he pinned my back down, and we continued, everlasting bliss in peace.