And here's another chapter for you all! I hope you enjoy this random nonsense drabble!

Title: Rooting through your Garbage

Author: MeteorLeopard (HoneyBadger)

Pairing: Ichiruki

"Rukia!"

Another crash was heard as the items bashing against the wall and windows threatened to tear them down.

"Rukia!" the man repeated.

"I'm rooting through the garbage!"

"That's my closet!"

"Exactly!" She tossed his old skateboard over her shoulder, forcing Ichigo to either duck or contract a concussion. The wall gained a dent.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you idiot?"

Rukia lifted a pair of his hiking boots, scrutinized the three-year old caked dirt on them, and promptly flicked them behind her, leaving impressive dirt tracks on Ichigo's bed.

"Stop standing there and help me, you fool! This is urgent!"

Ichigo was boiling over. "What the hell could be so important that you feel the need to destroy my room over?"

Rukia glared at him. "Nii-sama! It's Nii-sama!"

"Byakuya? What about him? Is he sick or something?"

"No, you fool!"

"Then what? He's injured?"

"No, you moron! Nii-sama doesn't get injured." She replied haughtily.

"Of course he doesn't." Ichigo sarcastically replied while dodging the flying photo album.

Rukia huffed and crossed her arms. "It's Nii-sama's birthday today."

Ichigo stared at her. "And that related to you tearing through my closet how exactly?"

She glared at him again, her face slightly red. "Because, Ichigo, if I don't call him and wish him the best, he'll be very upset."

"Upset? Hasn't he had, like, 500 birthdays already?"

"But this is his first one where I can actually wish him a happy birthday. All the other years it was more of a send-him-a-card kind of scenario."

Ichigo studied the smaller girl for a moment, finally nodding in understanding. "So… what were you looking for?"

"My Soul Pager."

Ichigo's eye twitched. "It's on the table downstairs."

A heavy silence followed.

"Oops."