Hello, dear readers.

I apologize, but this is not a long-awaited update. However, perhaps some of you will enjoy this story being taken out of the limbo it has been in for quite some time. In short, I'm putting this series up for adoption. Please see my bio for details if you're interested. I hate it, too, when authors do this, but I hope that my bio gives a little explanation as to why I feel like I must do this. If not, well, I won't lose any sleep over it.

Apologies,

Acmarache

Title: K is for Knitting and Kitten

Series: Let Me Count The Ways

Author: Acmarache

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Not mine

Words: Knitting and Kitten by Conjure-lass

"What are you doing?" Urahara asked dumfounded as he froze in the doorway taking in his lover's form.

Ichigo looked up just long enough from his project for his lover to see that his face was burning the color of his namesake. "What does it look like I'm doing!"

Plastering his trademark smile on his face, the blond sauntered over to the teen sitting on the floor and joined him. "Well, it looks like you're knitting the world's ugliest sweater with," looking closer at the design, Urahara frowned, "bunnies?"

The teen didn't look up from his work, but grunted while sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration.

"Why? Oh! No! You've finally decided that Renji is right and that I'm an unhealthy addiction! Now you're trying to find a hobby to break the addiction! No, Ichigo! Don't listen to them! We're meant to be! You're the sugar to my tea! The strawberry of my eye! The afterglow to my orgasm!" Urahara screamed frantically as he jumped up from his spot and waved his arms about.

Ichigo's movements stopped as a blush traveled down his frame. "I'm not trying to get rid of you, you baka! That stupid kitten you gave me pulled the sweater Rukia knit me for Christmas apart. I'm supposed to have dinner with her and the pretty boy tomorrow night, and she expects me to wear it. I'm not about to upset her, no matter how hideous this thing is, and have Byakuya go bankai on my ass! As you can see, I'm a little stressed at the moment!"

Loosening his grip somewhat on the knitting needles, Ichigo continued his attempt to repair the sweater.

Blinking owlishly, Urahara looked from the sweater to his lover and back again. "Ichi, don't you think Rukia-chan will notice something is up if the sweater looks better than when she gave it to you?"

"Aargh!"