Just a little idea that came to me one day, tell me what you think...^ ^

Disclaimer: I don't own it....But, I can always pretend...

-Hair-

Ichigo watched the activity before him intently under the hot sun as he sat on a stair in front of his house while leaning back onto another stair. He let out a soft sigh, looked up at the sun, and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before returning to the task at hand.

He stared and stared as Renji, sitting in between Rukia's legs, picked at his nails as she worked her way through his messy hair with a white comb. He watched as she dragged the comb through the mass of red hair in a straight line before pushing the rest to the side to add the cool grease onto the line.

"Oi! What the hell?!" Ichigo heard from Renji, right after a high pitched shriek, ultimately breaking his own concentration.

Rukia dropped the comb and gritted her teeth before jumping up and stomping her small feet on the ground, giving Ichigo a good view of her legs in his boxer shorts. "What?" She asked, seething.

"You fucking pulled my fucking hair!" He shrieked out, his low voice alternating from high to low with each syllable as his shaking hand rose to point an even shakier finger to his head.

Rukia rolled her eyes and plopped back down to her seat next to Ichigo while picking up her comb, thus ending Ichigo's free peep-show. "Exactly, what did you expect?" She asked, motioning for him to sit back down. "It's not my fault your hair gets all frizzy in the summer."

Renji, reluctantly of course, sat back down and allowed her to comb through his hair again. "...What's this grease supposed to do anyway...?"

"You're supposed to let it set in your hair." She said as she dragged another finger full of grease through another crease. "It flattens your hair, so you won't have any trouble with it..." She combed through a thick tuft of frizzy hair, grunting a bit. "Then, you wash it out when you shower, and your hair's good as new."

Renji nodded a bit, accepting the explanation, only to receive a sharp attack on his forehead from the comb. "Oi! What the hell?!"

Rukia pulled his hair and tapped his head once more. "Don't move your head, you idiot!"

Ichigo's tired, amber eyes slowly floated up to her face to see her eye-brows knitted together in pure concentration. He let his eyes descend back down to her hands. He watched as her skilled, creamy hands attended to Renji's hair with such care and diligence.

His own eye-brows knitted together as he lazily looked back up to the sky while running a sluggish hand through his hair, imagining that it was Rukia's soft, smooth hand instead of his hard and calloused one. Maybe I should grow my hair longer...