The Blanket Fort

Kurosaki Ichigo stared in bemusement at the fuzzy blue alien currently lying dedz on the couch. 

Naturally, she had to pick the couch - it was the most comfy place to be dedz in. 

The orange-haired shinigami finally couldn't help himself.  "What the HELL are we supposed to do now?  She's supposed to write about the whole vacation in Vigan thing!"

"I would imagine that we would have to do that for her," Kuchiki Byakuya remarked calmly. 

"How can you be so cool at a time like this?!"

"I expected that it would happen."

"You EXPECTED it?!"  Ichigo glared at the other man. 

The Kuchiki clan leader shrugged.  "Harry warned me she tended to do this.  Weren't you paying attention?"

"I was busy chasing after the Hollows at the Crisologo Museum, you dumbass!  And fat lot of help you were - your freakin' zanpakutou was just sitting there laughing his ass off the entire time!"

"Senbonzakura felt that you and Zangetsu were more than equal to the task at hand."  Byakuya's lips twitched just a little bit and Ichigo just knew the bastard was trying not to laugh.  

"Who knew Vigan would be freakin' HAUNTED?!!! I swear to Kami, the place is worse than Karakura!"

"It's a very old town, with homes dating back to the Spanish era.  That's centuries' worth of ghosts." 

Payback.  Ichigo had to get payback on his Significant Other, never mind if he looked completely adorable when he was being smug.  A convenient memory surfaced.  Ichigo gave him an evil grin.  "Yeah, I'm cool with doing the Hollow-hunting back in Vigan.  Especially since you had sunburn."

Byakuya's eyes narrowed. 

Ichigo's grin now resembled his Hollow's.  "You looked sooooo cute with those red cheeks of yours.  And Stitch made you wear that straw hat too.  Wandering around all those nice shops..."

There was a soft sound, almost a growl.  Ichigo almost had him.  Just a little bit more.

Ichigo dropped the final bombshell.  "I have the pictures and I'm posting them up for the Shinigami Women's Association!"

Byakuya pounced. 

Stitch chose that moment to recover from her bout of The Dedz, took a look at the two very silly shinigami engaged in a .... er.... very energetic display of mutual affection on her living room floor and went back to being Dedz again. 

Bad mental images.  Very, very bad. 

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