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It was 7 am on a Saturday morning.

Ichigo was still in a deep slumber. The night before he was happy to sleep in and got all his homework done. He didn't have any plans so he decided to relax.

Boy was he wrong.

He could hear the familiar tug of something trying to wake him up.

"Hey...King?" His Hollow whispered.

He shifted and pulled the blanket tighter.

"Wake up."

"Mmmgh! What do you want?" He mumbled.

"I need your help."

"Since when did you need my help? Even so, let it wait."

He was about to fall unconscious again, then...

"You're weaaak." He taunted.

"..."

"Okay...that's it."

Ichigo sat up and shook his head, trying to make his brain more alert.

What is it? He sent a non-verbal message.

"Just come in here and I'll show you...damn." Hollow scoffed.

Fine

Tiredly he focused his energy into getting his inner world to appear. Now in Soul Reaper form and no longer in his shirt and shorts. He focused his puffy eyes and yawned.

"Where are you? Let's make this quick."

"Over here."

Ichigo turned.

"What is it you want help for so badly-" He stopped.

He saw his Hollow stand a few feet away, avoiding his eyes and was nervous. He wore a bright yellow apron covered in stains over himself. The very sight was not only a shock but made Ichigo start crying with laughter.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" He gripped his torso tightly.

"SHUT UP! I DONT LIKE IT EITHER, CAN WE MOVE ON?"

Pink blush was starting to form on Hollow's face while he gripped his fists to hold himself back at attacking Ichigo and kicking his ass, oh how badly he wanted to.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I just...okay not sorry..!" Ichigo began snickering again.

Hollow's sword appeared and he pointed it at the laughing Ichigo.

"You wanna go? 'Coz I'll gladly take that crown right now." He hissed.

His threat didn't scare Ichigo in the slightest. He started to calm down a little.

"You've got my attention.. what do you need?." Ichigo wiped a tear from his eye.

"I got...really bored, so...I started to try making cookies."

Ichigo went stiff.

"What...? You're baking?"

"What else is there to do here, other than annoy the shit out of you and Zangestu and stare at the buildings?" He huffed.

"Well, nothing wrong with something new. But now I wanna ask is how the hell are you going to do it here?"

"It's better to show you than explain. Follow me."

Hollow turned and after he did, he heard Ichigo snickering again. Looking at the apron he furiously ripped it off. Holding it in hand, he stomped and made his way.

"Why don't you wear the stupid thing, King?" He snapped.

"No way!" Ichigo laughed.

A moment later, Ichigo watched as Hollow looked in different directions, he went to the left and sat on his knees...and pulled open a window to the building.

"H-how did you do that?"

"There's a lot of things you don't know."

Hollow jumped in. Ichigo ran and looked down into an abyss of darkness.

"You coming in or what, dumbass?" Hollow's voice echoed from below.

Ichigo finally jumped, and two seconds later he hit solid ground. It wasn't as dark as it was outside looking in the window, but there were a few spotlights on the ceiling. He spotted the Hollow further away and followed to a kitchen.

A kitchen was inside Ichigo's world?

"How did you know this was here?"

"I think at some point while being here over time, I just sort of "wished" I could try making something useful, then after awhile, I found it."

"Huh. So it just magically along with fairy dust came to life?" Ichigo tossed his sarcasm.

"Hey, watch it. You'd do the same if you were in my place."

Guilt struck the teen. He was right. Since he wasn't considered a human and only a weapon, what choice did the inner Hollow have?

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but..sorry."

"As if your apology means anything to me."

He wasn't sure if it made him feel better, but he changed the subject,

"Well, do you know how to read a recipe? also where did you get the stuff to make it?" Ichigo wondered.

"Would you be pissed at me that I took over again to get what I needed?" Hollow asked wearily.

"You..what?!" Ichigo shrieked.

"Again chill, princess. I only took what I needed and I was quiet."

"That's not the problem! You took over again without me knowing!" Ichigo yelled.

Hollow rolled his eyes.

"After that stunt you pulled last week, how the hell should you expect me to trust you?"

"Hey, even I learned a lesson; don't eat so much freaking junk food! happy now?" Hollow retorted.

"Alright, I believe you. But you making cookies? It'll just give you another sugar rush."

"What the hell is "sugar?"

"Oh please!" Ichigo threw his arms up.

He clasped the bridge of his nose and one hand on his hip. "Let me show you how this is done."

A little while later Ichigo found himself explaining which ingredients he needed and in what order to blend them in, as well as temperature for the oven. Ichigo didn't expect there to be one. After some time, he actually was enjoying doing this. He hadn't made cookies in a while. It reminded when he and his sisters would bake while their mother at the time watched.

He could tell the Hollow was listening carefully and having fun as well.

After they put the dough on the baking sheets they set the timer.

Ichigo yawned. It was still early in the morning and he hadn't gotten to sleep in. He took a chair by a table and placed his arms on it.

"Wake me when they're done."

"Sure." Hollow didn't look at him but stared at the cookies through the oven glass window.

Ichigo instantly fell asleep.

It wasn't long before white hands were shaking him to wake up.

"HEY, KING! uh.. little problem!"

Ichigo snapped his eyes open and glared at the Hollow.

"What is it now?"

"I don't know! You tell me!" Hollow panicked.

Hollow took Ichigo's head and turned him into the direction of the oven. Which was strangely glowing! Ichigo pushed aside the sleepiness...and started to panic as well.

"It just started doing that two minutes ago and there's a light getting brighter inside!"

The machine began to shake violently.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?" Ichigo yelled and pulled Hollow's collar.

"NOTHING, I SWEAR!"

The light became brighter, to the point it was blinding.

Hollow wrapped his arms around Ichigo and fearfully ushered "Mommy!"

-KABOOOM-

All of their senses were blinded and deafened as the building collapsed into a massive puff of smoke and dust. The inner world shook and trembled. Shockwaves were sent from where the boys were and hit several windows of other buildings, breaking them.

After the dust settled Ichigo and Hollow sat comepltely stunned and dumb folded. For a minute they tried to wrap thier minds on what just happened.

But then the two turned to look at each other and glared angrily, next thing that happened was fists being thrown at each other

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Ichigo shouted.

"MY FAULT? YOU SHOULD'VE PAID MORE ATTENTION!" Hollow hollered back.

"OH HOW ABOUT NEXT TIME, LET ME SLEEP ON A WEEKEND INSTEAD OF HELPING!"

The two began to wrestle and pull each other's hair out. They continued to scream and yell.

Zangestu, not too far away watched from the start of the explosion to seeing the two arguing teens tearing each other apart, but not to the point where their lives were in any danger. And that was just it, they weren't in danger now and were alive, so how could they be fighting? Zangestu though.

A headache was starting to purge its way into Zangestu's temple. He had enough.

"SILENCE!" He roared.

He didn't even have to try very hard to earn their attention, it worked. And a little too well..the two boys stopped their brawling and next thing they did was hug each other in fear of the sword spirit.

"Ichigo...Hollow...I'll explain why there was an explosion; it was simply because Ichigo's spiritual pressure was too much for the oven to handle and overheated."

"Oh.." Both said at once.

Now seeing they were clinging to each other like little kids being scared of a furious parent, they let go. Folding their arms, they refused to look each other in the face, embarrassed and ashamed.

Ichigo knew they couldn't stay like that forever.

"I'm sorry for yelling." Ichigo sighed, all irritation had vanished from his face.

He was already guilty for being an ass earlier to his Hollow, and this made it worse.

"I'm sorry for not considering you were exhausted." Hollow's voice gargled and vibrated into the air. "I should've let you rest."

"No, it's fine. Even you need help sometimes."

Ichigo stood up and patted off the dust from his uniform.

"But, you did you choose the right day, at least. It's Saturday and there's no rush for me to get to school." He tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, thanks. But in the end it was meaningless for us, those cookies are probably burnt to non-existence." Hollow pouted.

"Ah yeah."

But that all changed when something fell on Ichigo's orange hair.

"What the?"

Ichigo grabbed what it was...it was a perfectly baked chocolate-chip cookie.

"Hey, it wasn't pointless after all."

"Huh?" Hollow turned, still sitting.

"Look," Ichigo held it in front of him "You did it." He praised.

Hollow's black and yellow eyes widened. Then a smile made its way on his face. It wasn't creepy, it was a real one.

"No way!" Hollow stood up and took it from his hand.

More cookies began to fall around them.

"I can't believe it, after all that...they made it through the blast." Ichigo beamed.

"May I?" Hollow was asking if he could eat his in hand.

"Hell yeah." Ichigo picked one up.

"Wanna toast it?"

Hollow took a moment to figure out what it meant, then he understood

"Cheers."

Both cookies touched.

After a little while, both had their fill and planned to pick up what was left over. However they seemed to vanish.

Confused, they searched everywhere.

"Don't tell me you ate all of them?" Ichigo panned.

"No. I swear I didn't take them."

"But who did then-?"

They sensed Zangestu's presence close by and looked to where he was. Somehow all the cookies that were left over were in his arms!

Zangestu began to flash step away.

"ZANGESTU!" Both of them yelled and pulled out their swords and followed him.

THE END