Making the Time For Us

An entire week had passed since their first time. Now rushing back from the other side of Karakura Town, Rukia shivered from head to toe. Ever since she had first had sex with Ichigo, things had become a bit awkward. It was hard to find time alone together, and even when they did sit and study in his room, there was always an interruption by hollows. What made matters worse was she was called away to a quick meeting of the living world's 'infiltration force' composed of Hitsugaya, Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Rangiku.

Like an idiot, she had taken the pouch of herbal supplement and slipped it into her ice tea without question that Matsumoto made up after a long meeting. While she avoided the sake, she had the distinct feeling of arousal come over her by the time she was halfway to the clinic. It was supposed to bring down someone’s inhibitions and facilitate sex. From the week she’d been having with hunting hollows on her new assignment she figured she just needed to relax, find Ichigo and one thing would lead to another, resulting in another night of satisfying sex.

Achy, horny and dying for sensation was more like it. Rukia could not keep from rubbing her legs together on the bus. Yes, she took a bus because they were all still in their gigais to keep their covers. She hoped Ichigo got the note she had left. He was good at deciphering them. If not him, then Kon would help.

However if Kon interrupted her she would tape him to the toilet again. Quickly she let herself in through the back door, glancing around for a sign of Isshin or Ichigo's sisters using the key Isshin gave her after allowing her to stay. Fortunately, she sensed their reiatsu in the kitchen, and Isshin's reiatsu in the clinic. He was working late. Ichigo's reiatsu was somewhere walking out of the clinic.

Ichigo strode out wearing a white lab coat over his jeans along with his purple T-shirt bearing the words: Nice Vibe. Across his face was plastered a frown until he saw Rukia standing there tapping her foot. Dipping his hands into his pockets Ichigo fished out a crumpled piece of paper and glanced down at it before staring at her. He blinked at her in confusion, saying, "Oi... you're back early..."

"And you're disappointed WHY?" Rukia asked, inhaling deeply as she shifted her weight just a bit. She resisted the urge to jump him and kiss him hard. Her eyes took in every form of his lean muscular body, which she desperately wanted to get close too.

Moving closer, Ichigo peered down at her dilated pupils. He reached out a hand to her shoulder and asked, "Rukia are you okay? You're breathing heavily..."

"Don't I even get any kind of a greeting?" Rukia breathed as she automatically stepped into Ichigo's arms, winding them around his waist.

"Rukia?" Ichigo exhaled, not minding her being so close yet they were right where anyone could catch them.

"You could at least say you're glad to see me you idiot," Rukia grumbled, grabbing him by the front of his collar.

"It's not that, it's just that DAD might walk in here any minute..." Ichigo protested, though he wrapped arms around her waist because he was glad to see her.

"What are you doing wearing a lab coat anyway? I thought your dad didn't like you working in the clinic?" Rukia asked, tugging on the garment in question

"That's changed as of yesterday," Ichigo admitted. Feeling her chest rise and fall against him he heard how heavily her breaths were rasping as if she had run a marathon. Her cheeks were flushed, her body warm against his.

"Ichigo, don't tell me you've changed your mind," Rukia frowned as she stood up on tiptoes, lips close to his.

"About WHAT?" Ichigo frowned, glaring down at her. "Only reason I'm not doing anything else is because you never know who's going to walk in and these sort of things you only should do in a bedroom in private."

"So what the hell's stopping us?" Rukia panted. Ichigo suddenly derived a conclusion. It is not as if his father did not know they were a couple. A couple who would only had sex a grand one damn time thanks to Isshin's teasing and the hollow attacks. Every time they started to get close, the pager went off. It got to the point where Ichigo had stopped trying and Rukia constantly pushed him away. Then she vanished.

"Just that it isn't like you to be so... um... aggressive," Ichigo murmured. He quickly took her by the hand and tugged her up the stairs.

"We haven't been together in a week and that's all you've got to say to me?" Rukia growled. That gleam of anger in her blue eyes warned Ichigo he had better watch what he said.

Immediately Ichigo swallowed hard. He told his common sense of propriety to take a flying leap and tightened his grip on her. "Look it's just a surprise to see you ok? Just let me explain will you, once we get into my room okay."

"All right, at least you have some sense," Rukia mumbled, feeling his hand squeezing hers as he marched her down the hall. Quickly he opened the door and pushed Rukia in front of him before walking in himself. He slammed the door behind them and locked it, trying to catch his own breath.

"Sorry Rukia, just the last thing I want is for some dumbass to walk in and piss me off. I'm sick of freaking interruptions," Ichigo said as he pulled her towards him. Rukia relaxed, twining arms around his waist as she pressed her body to his.

"I won't kill you for now," Rukia half teased, standing up on her tiptoes as she hooked her arm around his neck. Ichigo's lips bent towards her, intending to kiss her slowly as they pressed to hers. However her mouth slipped from under his latching on, tongue thrusting into his mouth.

Ichigo's yelp of surprise vanished in a low moan. He had missed her kiss and her touch considerably, his body aching for that close contact. Now that he had it, he took full advantage of it by lifting her up in his strong arms. His own mouth willingly opened, tongue slipping against hers in a rather clumsy but welcome kiss.

Ironically, it was the kiss of an inexperienced teenager that Rukia burned for. Lifting her left leg, she wrapped it around his hip, so she could grab his shoulder with her free hand. This brought her crotch in closer contact with his. Already a bulge had formed in the front of the teenager's jeans indicating his response.

A jolt of arousal burst through Ichigo. His nostrils flared taking in her scent. He slid his hands under her bottom and held her up off her feet now, prompting her to wrap both legs around his waist. At least now that Ichigo shut the door he could relax enough to enjoy this. Unfortunately, he still had to breathe which meant breaking the delicious kiss.

Lips pulled reluctantly away. Ichigo's chest pressed tightly to hers. He backed up and sat down on his bed because his legs felt suddenly shaky. Both of them landed with a grunt, their groins colliding from the drop. All the blood was rushing south towards his groin, which was something he was not used to.

"Didn’t you read my note? I saw you had it in your hand earlier. Don’t’ tell me I wasted all that time making up a new code and you…" asked Rukia.

"It said you'd be back tomorrow night," Ichigo said, pulling it out of his front pants pocket. To do so he reached between them.

"Keep your hand there," Rukia whispered, tightening the embrace around his waist with her legs.

"You sure you're okay?" Ichigo repeated again, turned on, but still worried.

"I thought you teenage boys thought about sex every few seconds? Why are you waiting fool?"

"Because, you look like you're on some kind of drug," said Ichigo as he pulled his head back. "And I don't want to do something to you and then have you kill me later."

"Aren't we... a couple?" Rukia asked.

"Yeah we are, and hell I want to throw you down and make up for lost time," Ichigo lowered his voice as her lips traced his.

“Ichigo, I want you, damn it. Isn’t that what matters?” she sighed.

“It does if someone slipped you something!” Ichigo mumbled, trying to push her away.

Rukia winced. Taking a deep breath she said, “All right, if you’re referring to the herbal mix I took before I came here, you caught me out.”

“What the hell do you mean?” Ichigo asked worriedly, his dark brown eyes clouding with concern. “It isn’t like Viagra is it?”

"Uh huh... a sex aid," she whispered. "I can't stop from itching... and tingling. I didn’t realize how powerful it would be.”

“Rukia that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done!” Ichigo scolded, keeping his arms around her before she could push away.

“All right, you don’t want me; I’ll just… find some OTHER way to relieve the tension!” Rukia threatened, wriggling in his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going? I can’t let you run around like that!” Ichigo grumbled, wrapping his arms around her. She lifted hers to loop around his neck, grinning up at him.

“Damn it Ichigo you know we both want this..."

Wrinkling his brow he brought his lips close to her ear and confessed, "You bet your ass I want this, but I don't want to force..."

"I'm forcing myself on YOU, fool," Rukia whispered, rocking her hips so Ichigo groaned.

"Shit, you're not kidding," Ichigo panted, trying to clear his head. Her fingers tangled in his short spiky hair as she dragged it forwards. Simultaneously he grabbed the back of her neck and closed the gap for a kiss.

She clawed at the lab coat dragging it down, and then ran her fingers over the fabric of his t-shirt. It smelled like fabric softener. The hard bulge of his erection pressed the seam of his jeans against her panty-covered crotch. Wonderfully hard to rut against, to relieve the burning tingle between her legs. Panting Rukia whispered, "I can't wait. I feel like I'll go crazy if we don't..."

"Relax, it's going to be okay," Ichigo whispered, worried about the rapid beat of her heart and how she was close to hyperventilating.

“Is this why you…” she panted, moaning as she rocked her hips against him.

“Things like this get your adrenaline pumping but if you took an herbal version who the hell knows how strong it is,” Ichigo explained, suppressing a groan of his own at her tightening legs wrapped around his hips.

“Can’t breathe... must touch…” she whimpered. “ It helps me… breathe…”

Ichigo half panicked, though he guessed the one remedy involved the most obvious solution. He was damned if she was going to leave unsatisfied. Who the hell knew what differences between Soul Society’s concoctions and those of the living world? Fortunately, Ichigo’s lips sealing over hers calmed her a good deal. She relaxed in his arms, fingers digging into his strong shoulders. He rubbed her back, squeezing and touching before squeezing her backside. Relief filled him realizing his touches were at least keeping her breathing from getting worse.

Releasing her with one hand, he moved his other up and down her leg to vanish under her grey pleated skirt. With two fingers, he found the elastic cuff of her panties then slipped to the skin they covered. Instantly Rukia shivered, her teeth chattering as her head flipped back. She let out a yelp, scooting back on his knees. He would have released her if she did not whisper, “No you fool… I… keep going!”

Her hand seized his wrist, pulling it further in so his fingers ran over heated skin. Nodding nervously Ichigo moved his fingers right inside where the tingling burn was strongest. Hot breath surged against his face from between her open lips. Her eyes were so dark he swore that they would swallow him with their need. Indeed his own breath quickened, while Ichigo’s body responding almost in synch to hers as he felt tingling in his skin. His reiatsu surged powerfully over her, tingling her nerve endings with its reassuring weight. Many things she could count on were the over protectiveness of her brother, and Ichigo’s leaking spirit energy. Once his fingers slid into slick moisture and brushed inside she shifted back onto his lap once more, eyes squeezing shut. Nodding quickly she whispered, “Harder… please…”


Already Rukia reached between them clawing at his belt. Before she could rip it, he unbuckled it and tugged it aside so she could work on his jeans button. From the way her fingers of her right hand pulled at his hair he knew how painfully aroused she was. He'd prefer to take his time but right now she'd worked him up enough he'd probably beat the hell out of anyone who dared to interrupt them.

Ichigo's peach skin flushed bright pink, from below the collar of his shirt. His own eyes were narrowed, focusing into Rukia's with concern. Intellectually she knew why he was hesitating out of a sense of honor. Hastily they undid his zipper so Rukia could plunge her hand in and tug him out of his underwear.

She pressed down on his shoulders, whispering, "I can’t wait to take these damn clothes off. If we don't so something soon I feel as if I'm going to pass out, go crazy or worse."

"All right, all right, hold on damn it," Ichigo whispered, yanking her underwear so hard he heard them rip. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her over so the tip of his erection moved exactly where she needed it.

Rukia grit her teeth, shoving herself down on him. Ichigo bit off the moan escaping his lips feeling the slide into hot wetness. That long sigh of relief that passed through her lips told Ichigo he made the right choice. Immediately Rukia pressed her face into his neck, clinging tightly to him. Her sudden yelp in his ear with her panting caused him to hesitate before thrusting up. It was only their second time and Ichigo took the rare moment to savor her wrapped around and containing him.

For the moment, Rukia felt the itch quelled. She felt uncomfortably stuffed with his erection buried deep. The shock of the intrusion had both sobered her for a second and granted her the desperate relief. Feeling his jeans covered thighs under her bare legs and his soft lips on her neck she leaned against him like a rag doll. Her head rolled backwards before dropping into the groove between neck and shoulder again. The spicy tang of his skin matched a scent she recalled from a bottle on his dresser. Some men’s cologne that mingled with everything else that smelled of Ichigo.

“Crap, you’ve settled down already?” Ichigo murmured in disbelief, inhaling sharply.

"Ichigo..." she stammered, tightening her grip. “ Been too damn long..."

"You gonna be okay now?" Ichigo asked, relieved that she had relaxed enough from just this action alone. Even though he wanted to turn over and start, taking her his sense of caution still worried about her aggressiveness. He wanted her full consent even though he had already penetrated her. She seemed at ease her breathing slowing enough that the effects of the drug were waning.

"Not until you start moving," she whispered.

"Damn you don't know how hard it is NOT to fucking move," Ichigo gritted, voice hoarse.

"Am I going to have to move for you?" Rukia sighed in exasperation, pushing down on his shoulder.

"Aww shit, Rukia... I..." Ichigo got out before he started panting as heavily as she was.

"Stop being such a gentleman Ichigo. I promise I won't kill you, I want you to do this, damn it," Rukia growled. "I've waited too damn long so unless you want me to kill you now, you had better do something!"

"All right already, shit," Ichigo grumbled, secretly glad but still worried about the ethics of this. "It's just that you didn't know and I don't want to r..."

"You won't," Rukia said, cutting him off with a kiss. Sitting up on his lap gave her a nice angle to move up and down on him.

"Ah damn it," Ichigo gasped, thrusting up from where he sat. "Fuck this... I've got to..."

Rukia gasped as he rolled over so she was beneath him, bringing him deeper inside. She lay back with her head on his pillow, making soft yelps in time with his thrusts. Fully clothed they stretched out on Ichigo's bed, his jeaned thighs between hers. She had removed her loafers, but her long black socks were riding down from the friction of him pounding into her. Rukia's pleated skirt and blouse rubbed against his t-shirt, her bare skin against his jeans.

"Need... more..." Rukia whimpered as Ichigo thrust harder. "It was better when you were sitting up..."

"Sorry it's not like I have... I mean I don't know your body that well okay..."

"K...kneel on the bed so I'm on top," Rukia whispered. "Do it sitting up."

"I'm going to..." Ichigo gritted his teeth in frustration. Rukia reached between them and started rubbing herself as she rocked. Ichigo realized what she was doing, and placed his fingers there as well. The added bit of stimulation caused her to clench around him, so Ichigo let out a loud cry of surprise.

At the same time, Rukia shivered. Seeing her eyes closed and her face like that Ichigo lost control soon after. "I'm going to... can't stop..."

"Stay with me, I don't care," Rukia whispered fiercely. Her next words choked into a half squeak drowned out by Ichigo's strangled groan. He pitched backwards tugging Rukia with him. Blood roared through his ears drowning out all other sounds along with the buzzing tingle that washed over him.

“Shit that was…” he panted.

“Can’t feel my legs,” Rukia complained.

Her legs were trapped under his back and his knees were in an awkward position. He uncurled his legs so Rukia buried her nose in the front of his shirt smelling fabric softener scent while lying atop him. Brown eyes cloudy with satiation squinted down at Rukia. He pressed two fingers into the hollow of her neck to check her pulse. Good, it had slowed down. A quick glance into her eyes revealed her pupils were no longer abnormally dilated.

“What’s that scrap of paper there? Looks like it fell out of your pocket?” Ichigo murmured. It had fallen just to the left of his hip. His spiky bangs were two shades darker from the sweat that plastered them to his forehead.

“Stay right where you are, Ichigo. I think I can reach it,” Rukia instructed, shifting her hips so Ichigo groaned at the friction on the connection between them. She shifted enough to grab it and drop it on Ichigo’s chest just before his collarbone.

“Okay, what the hell does it say? I can make out the words herbal blend 10, guaranteed to increase anyone’s sex drive five times?” Ichigo read aloud.

Squeezing her eyes shut Rukia buried her face in Ichigo’s chest. She mumbled, “I know it was stupid, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“Oh I can. You are shitting me?” Ichigo snorted annoyed.

“Why are you complaining? You enjoyed yourself as much as I did so what does it matter? I’m all right,” Rukia grouched.

“You’re damn lucky it didn’t do worse damage like a fucking HEART attack,” he retaliated.

“I’m sorry okay?” Rukia apologized.

Blinking, he confessed, “If I wasn’t feeling so damn good right now I’d argue more.”

“Since the effect seems to have worn off, maybe we could try it again?” Rukia tentatively suggested.

"Gimme five minutes... then... I'll... go another round," Ichigo panted.

"Showoff," Rukia scolded, but she was smiling. Ichigo seemed sated, his arm hooked over his eyes so she could only see his nose. He wore a weird cuff on his arm that was blue and white striped and made of terrycloth. On the other arm that wrapped around Rukia's waist, she felt the band of his wristwatch.

"So why haven't we done this again till now?" Ichigo panted. "It's been a whole fucking WEEK!"

"You're asking ME that?" Rukia huffed, too comfortable to want to move.

"I was only holding off because I thought you were and we were always being interrupted damn it," Ichigo panted.

"You could have been more eager," she growled. "Always worried about someone walking in on us. Are you ashamed to be...?”

"Hell no! I don't want my stupid father walking in and..." Ichigo growled. "You know what he's like! He'll totally fucking kill the damn mood!"

Rukia shivered hearing this. Ichigo DID want her, but he was just worried about their time being interrupted by an overexcited father? "Is that the only reason?"

"Why did you think? You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this and some fucking hollow interrupted or that damn Keigo and Mizuiro... and then you'd be too tired or we'd both be so pissed..." Ichigo trailed off.

"You were being a blockhead!" Rukia snapped.

Ichigo winced, worried she would pull away, but bewildered that she was still wrapped around him, intimately joined. Apparently they could argue anywhere without missing a beat. He shot back, "so why the hell are you still on top of me then huh?"

"Because I want to be with you all right?" Rukia yelled.

"Then why the hell are we arguing?" Ichigo asked. "Instead of fucking?"

"I don't know!" Rukia threw up her hands as Ichigo flipped both of them over. He reoriented them so Rukia’s head pressed into his pillow. She got a good look at the posters in the far wall of his room, the window lined up on the right side of his bed now.

"You're annoying," Ichigo grumbled, but the way he was hardening inside her told her differently.

"Wait!" Rukia protested, pushing against him.

"Now what?" Ichigo fumed, face flushed bright red with arousal and frustration.

"We could take our clothes off. It works better," Rukia said shyly.

"Now you tell me," Ichigo complained.

Hooking her fingers into his purple tee shirt Rukia started tugging on it. Ichigo’s annoyed grunt stopped her long enough so he could sit up. He threw up his arms over his head so she could peel it off him without taking his head off along with it. Such strength existed in her fierce little fingers he knew she could easily twist his head off in his human form. He had seen enough times what she did to Kon when he got close enough to creep up on her when wearing his body.

“Your clothes fit too tightly,” Rukia mumbled under her breath, working on his pants next.

“What the hell was that?” Ichigo asked, grabbing the end of her shirt and yanking it out of her skirt waistband.

“I SAID that your clothes are too tight! I can’t get them off fast enough,” Rukia panted impatiently. She climbed off him, breaking their connection. That sensation of cold air suddenly hitting a sensitive area of his body made Ichigo curse.

Simultaneously his hands found the small tab of her skirt zipper with her seizing the sides of his jeans. “Either you let me go first or we won’t’ get anywhere, Rukia…” he mumbled impatiently.

“Just don’t rip it. I only have two school uniforms and I don’t want Urahara san giving me another stupid sale pitch to get another,” Rukia panted, laying across him as he yanked the skirt down her legs. Next, she moved off him once more, seizing the legs of his jeans, and dragging them off.

Minutes later, her jacket, and blouse landed across the back of his chair. His t-shirt fell over the neck of his guitar sitting on its stand. A pair of slim fit jeans and a belt still looped into them thudded to the floor directly by the bed. One of two long black socks hit Ichigo’s desk while the other draped over his brass headboard.

Their bodies tangled together like their clothing with the furniture in his room. Rukia’s legs bracketed his hips, his mouth descending to claim hers roughly. Fingernails bit into his muscular arms just like his own strong fingers squeezed her hips to him. His other hand slid into her soft black hair repositioning her on the aqua and blue bedspread. Tongues slid against one another as hands explored slick skin.

Rukia broke their kiss reluctantly, glancing up at him. Ichigo hesitated, his lips inches from hers as he breathed. “Now what?” she whispered. “Something wrong?”

“Let me at least pull back the sheets so we can get into the bed,” he whispered, hearing another growl of frustration.

“Ichigo, seriously…”

“Look you’ll thank me later. It’s way more comfy, and I wanna do it with you the right way,” Ichigo murmured.

“And the way we did it before WASN’T right?” Rukia huffed, suddenly folding her arms across her chest once Ichigo climbed on top of her and yanked the sheets overtop of them. Under her back, the sheets felt so much better against her skin, cocooning her with him in comfortable warmth instead of shivering in a cool room.

He did not need her to pull his hands to her breasts this time. His fingers curved over them, kneading painstakingly slowly. Arcing her back simply pressed them deeper into his hands she found. Growling Ichigo brought his lips down against hers to shut her up. She must love arguing with him because every time they started something else would set her off bitching. Secretly Ichigo enjoyed the verbal sparring because it was comfortable. Sex was something he was enjoying but he hated fumbling around like this. What brought him consolation was that she was just as new to this as he was despite her centuries.

Their legs tangled together. Sensitive skin could at last rub against each other. “She’s lived ten of my lifetimes but she’s only a bit more ahead in the sheets,” he thought, and then blushed as he pulled back once more for air.

Brown eyes clouded with arousal met hers. Rukia noticed with pride. Seeing his freckled skin take on a hue as crimson as Renji’s hair she tried not to laugh. Did he realize how much redder he got then someone without fair hair? Ichigo did not just blush in his face, his whole BODY blushed.

That muscular body currently pressed her into the bed, holding off her with one long fingered hand. One thing she could thank her childhood friend for was the few kisses they had shared throughout maybe a hundred years of knowing each other. What was it about her and hotheaded fair-haired shinigamis, Rukia wondered. Red on the head, fire in bed? Rukia giggled through their kiss.

“Glad you’re having fun,” he whispered, pulling away. At last he relaxed and looked down at her with the light still on.

“I am, Ichigo. Now are you going to keep stopping every five minutes or…?”

His next kiss quashed that thought. Rukia forgot the rest of her sentence running her tongue over the roof of his mouth. Shared breath between them reminded her of the shared power. That moan in the back of Ichigo’s throat encouraged her to rub her legs over his hard muscled thigh. Overhead the covers of his bed draped like a tent, stuffy and hot. Ichigo threw up his arm, tossing the covers back to his waist.

“Let me get the light,” he next whispered, reaching over her body. She heard the click then delighted in his arm’s return. Already she parted her legs, her hand brushing lightly against his erection. In the hues of navy blue darkness, she saw Ichigo’s shape hovering over her, his tip gliding deep to fill her. His lips touched her shoulder softly along with a loud groan sounding in her ear.

“Ichigo,” she whispered, wrapping herself around him. In and out, he moved once, then twice.

For some stupid reason he again heard his father’s voice in the back of his head and Ichigo wanted to throttle Isshin. If he came in here yelling, “Today you are a MAN” Ichigo would kill him. He would perform the konso himself and send his dad’s ass to soul society. Well, not REALLY, but the thought was amusing. Rukia’s legs wrapping around his hips like a vise brought home the reality of him buried deep in her body so he could feel his tip and shaft clenched and massaged.

His labored breaths brought back memories of running laps after Urahara cut his soul chain. Another immediate clench on him yanked him back to gaze down at her wide-open eyes in the darkness straining to see him. Parted lips gasping with low moans instead of the whimpers he had imagined. A blinding white shiver of energy ripped through him at the tightening of her muscles and his own. Rukia felt him leaning heavily on her with soft breaths fanning her neck. A hot sticky sensation rushed deeply into Rukia causing her to shudder and gasp with a huge sigh of release. His weight left her only long enough for his lips to lazily kiss her.

Still their hearts pounded. Ichigo’s skin stuck to hers, and he for a minute was not sure where he ended and she began. In the back of his mind, he remembered something else. Sexual orgasms were sometimes called ‘the little death’. Ironic, he thought considering what they both were. Mind buzzing with the tingling aftereffects Ichigo shifted his weight so he could stretch out on top of Rukia and sleep a bit.

Rukia’s arms holding tightly to him told him she enjoyed it. She was small but very strong. Someone you did not underestimate. He liked the sweaty stuffy closeness that tickled and tingled him. It felt right and good, especially with Rukia. Then they slipped into sleep tangled together.

Rukia’s squirming on top of him woke Ichigo next. He blinked without moving from where he lay while increasing his hold on Rukia. She had sat half up grabbing a small bit of plush rag in her hand that was whining, “Nee san you’re so CRUEL.”

“You pervert you were there the whole time?” Rukia shouted.

“Shaddup you two! I’m trying to sleep!” Ichigo growled, glaring at both of them.

“Tell HIM to shut up! He was watching us!” Rukia bitched at Ichigo, glaring down at him. He had to admit it was ludicrous when he realized that they were still in the same position they were when they fell asleep, and having an argument still tangled together!

Ichigo swung his left wrist up to glance at his watch, and then rubbed his eyes while Rukia turned her irritation on continuing to shake the stuffing out of Kon. “You two just HAVE to keep rubbing it in that you’re leaving this poor mod soul out of this! Ichigo, I thought we were pals! I promise I won’t make a peep if you just…”

“Oi, do you mind?” Ichigo growled as he glared down at a sobbing Kon.

“Have a heart please! I won’t say another peep!”

Ichigo sighed, his good mood spoiled. He mumbled, “Throw him out the window Rukia.”

“NO!” Kon howled.

Rukia hurled Kon towards the door of the closet. “Stay in the closet and shut up and if you breathe a word of this to anyone you’ll be SORRY!” she threatened.