-winks- Told you guys I'd be back. Sorry I was so late, for most of the week I just didn't feel like writing, but I finally got these done. I know its the weekend and I said "Cya next week"...

I think this may be one of my most popular stories yet. :3

But I need more comments! :o Though, thanks to Shy Owl for commenting so much.

I wanted to post something else but that still isn't finished, actually there were two stories I wanted to post but those aren't finished. They're long and stuff and I'm lazy. o.o

And one of them had smut, who doesn't love Ichigo being pinned and..getting boogedy-woogedy?

WARNING!:I spell checked these my self ;-; and I kinda hate this chapter, it seems so mundane and..argh! I warned you...its pretty sucky!..

Disclaimer: Curse humanity for making me say this time and time again! I don't own bleach..

Summary: It was right he took the items the dude had forgotten on the subway, right? I mean just imagine the weirdo that could've gotten them instead.

~Begin: Lost and Found~

Ichigo laid on his back, his arms spread out, staring at the ceiling. Mp3 player in one hand, the other in a tight fist.

Ichigo slowly blinked, reaching his empty hand over to the night stand to get another ice cube from the ice tray he had stolen from the freezer in his rush from coming home.

Ichigo swallowed as he pushed the ice cube to the other side of his mouth with his tongue.

A soft knocking broke him out of his daze.

He blinked a few more times before he pulled the earplugs out of his ears and leaned up to look at the door even though it was closed.

"Ichigo, we're going shopping for dinner stuff." Yuzu called through the door before he heard her walk away.

Ichigo leaned back down but it was only moments before he sprung to his feet, leaving the iPod on, he walked over to his closet.

He pulled out a dark jacket, he slipped it on before falling back onto the bed.

This was weird.

This jacket wasn't even his, this Mp3 player wasn't even his, these earplugs wasn't even- Oh no, the earplugs were his.

To be honest, he didn't know why he took them.

He was on the subway and the guy that was sitting two seats down from him forgot them on the ride.

Of course Ichigo tried to call him back to get his stuff but the door closed before the guy could even hear him.

It was a good thing Ichigo brought them home..right?

I mean, just imagine the weirdo that could've stolen them. Ichigo was doing a nice thing here.

Ichigo inhaled deeply, smelling the jacket.

It was a nice scent.

Ichigo tilted his head to the left, closing his eyes. The music still pumping from the iPod to his ears, he was on the verge of sleep when a buzzing sound resonated from the jacket pocket.

Ichigo jumped a bit, startled, he didn't even notice there was anything in the pockets!

Ichigo slipped his hand into the front pocket, pulling out a sleek black phone.

Who the hell puts their phone in the front pocket?

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Ichigo sighed, his breath floating in front of him for a moment.

He stuff his hands in his pockets.

It really was cold.

Why was he eating ice cubes when it was cold outside? He has orange hair, he can do whatever he wants.

That should be the answer to everything Ichigo did from now on: I have orange hair bitch, back off.

Ichigo smiled as it started to snow before he scowled when someone walking by smiled at him, thinking the smile was for them.

That smile wasn't for you.

"Hi?"

There was a pause.

"Hello, you have my things right?"

Another pause.

"..Uh, yeah."

"Than can we meet up so I can get them back?"

"Of course..." Ichigo said, pausing for him to tell him his name.

Ichigo sighed again he looked around momentarily before he turned to start walking home.

Ichigo stopped dead in his tracks, as he saw some standing out in front of the Starbucks like they were waiting for someone.

Ichigo sighed, he thought he told this guy to wait on the other side of the sidewalk.

As Ichigo walked closer, he got a better look.

Holy crap, hes hot!

Ichigo blushed, trying to drive those perverted thoughts out of his head.

"Hey.." Ichigo muttered, looking at his feet when he approached the obviously older man.

"Hi, you must be Ichigo." The older male looked him up and down before smiling.

Ichigo blushed.

"Um, here is your stuff back." Ichigo said handing him the jacket along with the other item he lost.

The dude skeptically looked at it before he took the iPod and smiled down at Ichigo once again.

"Keep the jacket, you look cold."

Ichigo looked at the jacket in his hand, wondering if he was just giving it too him because it looked a bit worn out.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee." He suddenly said.

"Thats..not necessary." Ichigo said, finally speaking up.

Mentally kicking himself whilst wondering where his voice had gone.

"I'd like to repay you for returning my stuff to me, imagine the type of weirdo that could've stolen it." He said.

Ichigo scowled, having the feeling he was secretly mocking him.

Ichigo sighed, "If you really wanted to pay me, you'd buy me lunch." Ichigo said, starting to walk in the direction of where he wanted the guy to buy him lunch.

~End~

Not so proud of the ending, what do you guys think? Comment to let me know! Like I said in the beginning..its a bit sucky..

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