A/N: Here is a shorter, light hearted one.

Disclaimer: I just… I really don't own Bleach. Though I will admit that it would be cool if I did.

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She had been looking forward to her day off for the past couple of days now. Somehow, inexplicably, a bunch of unseated officers had made a huge mess in one of the filing rooms while looking for the timelines of promotions. While Rukia was sure that it had not been their intention to start a disaster, once other Shinigami from the division noticed what they were doing, it became and riot with two thirds of the thirteenth crammed in a very enclosed room. They may not be the eleventh who loves and thirsts for battles, but it's still an organization of trained people who use pointy weapons for a living- honestly it was a miracle no one had been sent to the fourth.

After the entire debacle had been over and everyone had gone back to their activities, there had been a clutter of papers everywhere on the floor and more than a couple filing cabinets turned over. It took forever to get everything organized again, and even though Kiyone and Sentaro had definitely helped, once she got back to her desk, there had been a mountain of paperwork ready for her.

By the time the day was over she was resigned to the fact that it would be a long week.

And it was barely Monday.

So really, Sunday could not come sooner, and in a bid to get away from all the craziness in Soul Society and avoid being in easy reach in case of another mess, she had ran off to the Human world, dragged Renji along for the ride and started making her way towards the Kurosaki household.

A day being lazy and human with her two favorite boys was exactly what she needed. No expectations, just the three of them, chocolate ice cream and crappy TV.

Even before she had made it to the front door, she knew that would not be the case.

There was a vaguely familiar reiatsu signature -strong but only noticeable up close- invading the house, and Rukia would have been more worried if it weren't because Ichigo's reiatsu, while undeniably… prickly, was still calm and steady.

Once they made their way inside and put their shoes on the rack, the yells and banging easily reached their ears. Renji made a confused expression, and Rukia only shrugged unceremoniously before trekking in the general direction of the voices and catching the tail end of a heated conversation.

"-always end up eating it before I finish making everything!" Ichigo was yelling in frustration, a noise of metal against metal muffling his voice slightly even though they had no trouble hearing him.

"Well you take too damn long anyway!" the other person growled impatiently. "What's the point of eating tasty food if it's going to be cold by the time we sit down?!"

As they rounded the corner, Rukia and Renji paused as they were met with the oddest picture of Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaquez sitting at the kitchen bar, one arm perched on the counter while glaring towards the kitchen area for all he was worth. The blue haired arrancar did not turn to look at them upon their entrance, and for all intents and purposes seemed to be ignorant of their arrival.

"It won't be cold. I don't take that long anyways, you're just being an annoying asshole." Ichigo retorted hotly, and at this close up, they could hear the sizzling of something on the stove to accompany the noise of clutter.

Grimmjow huffed, a fisted hand digging into his cheek as he reclined his head on his arm. As he did this motion, Rukia finally noticed that the he was definitely missing his hollow mask fragment and was apparently in a gigai!

"There's no good food in Hueco Mundo, and when I take things from here and try to cook, it always ends up tasting like crap."

Ichigo made a choking sound, somewhere between a chortle and a laugh. "Grimm, you can't even cook when I tell you what to do."

The blue haired arrancar instantly bristled in indignation and slapped a hand on the counter. "Maybe you just suck at giving instructions!"

"Sure, put the blame on me!" Ichigo drawled sarcastically. "I won't feed you next time we finish our monthly spars!"

"Fine!" Grimmjow spats. "I'll just steal your cereal instead!"

"You can't even do that right! What kind of person puts the milk before the cereal?! Clearly someone with issues, that's who!"

"Oh shut up!" Grimmjow growls while standing from his perch. As he turns towards the table full of food, probably with the intention of eating food while Ichigo is distracted with whatever he's doing in the kitchen, he finally notices the gobsmacked Shinigami standing at the doorway who had been listening to the byplay and then promptly freezes.

"Fuck." He hisses, and the sharp tone easily attracts Ichigo's attention since he seems to drop everything and quickly moves out of the kitchen before stopping at the sight of Rukia and Renji.

"Fucking hell." Ichigo mirrors the expression before wincing harshly and bringing his hands up as if in sign of peace. "I can explain."

"You-" Renji begins before choking himself off and alternating his wide eyed expression from Ichigo to Grimmjow. "You have an Espada in your dining room."

Grimmjow growls. "Ex-Espada pineapple head."

Ichigo winces but shifts to dig an elbow into the blue haired arrancars side as he keeps a cautious eye on both Shinigami and arrancar. "Shut up Grimm, don't make it worse."

"By the Spirit King." Rukia breaths as she finally seems to catch herself and the entire surreal-ness finally sinks in. "Why do you always have to make friends with your enemies Ichigo, why?"

Ichigo shrinks in on himself before shrugging. "Rukia it's not-"

"And you're feeding him!" Rukia bristles, her tone indignant now that she has gotten over her shock. "You're giving him food like a stray cat!"

"Hey!" Grimmjow exclaims.

"Shut up." Ichigo and Rukia echo while leveling a mean glower at the blue haired arrancar that instantly makes him snap his jaw shut.

"Ichigo!" Rukia intones as if it were a curse. "What the fuck, why didn't I know you could cook?"

Ichigo groans and face palms. "And that's what you're hung up on."

"Why would I care who you invite over in your free time?" Rukia hedges on without preamble. "What I do care about, is that you knew how to cook all this time and you never told me! I mean, look at all this food, it smells amazing!"

"Well someone had to cook in this house, and it definitely wasn't going to be Goat-face." Ichigo huffs. "Who do you think taught Yuzu what she knows?"

Renji cackles while Rukia continues to glare and Grimmjow gives him an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "You're friends are weird."

Ichigo bristles. "Like you're one to talk!"

Not to be continued…