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To Ichigo it seemed it'd taken forever before he'd finally been able to fall asleep, his little problem that he'd been left with hadn't gone away all that easily and he hadn't dared to run off to find a cold shower or river to drown himself in. And he couldn't very well start jerking off beside the other, having blushed madly at the bare thought of it, so he'd waited and turned his needy thoughts into not so arousing images. Isshin in his bathing shorts, way too small for him (as alwyas, despite having recived a new and more proper pair from the twins). Tessai in a thong, the old man Yamamoto having his feet massaged. Eventually all heated arousal faded and left him with lukewarm embarrassment.

Finding himself relatively relaxed beside the (by then) sleeping Kenpachi he'd spent a little time mentally cursing him as he'd seemed to have no problem falling asleep. A steady breathing was the only sound he could hear and the mild rocking of reiatsu. Way more pleasant than the usually intensity it had during day and the captains waking hours. Listening to the steady breathing and lulled by the soothing waves of energy he managed to fall asleep.

And slept like a baby.

When he woke it was because it was too bright to sleep any longer, rays of sun had found their way in through the window and crept all the way across the floor and over to his face. Opening his eyes he cursed, the bright light blinding him before he managed to turn his head away from it. Sleep lingered, the warmth of the bed and sheets were too good to give up and he rolled into them and sighed. Stretching his legs and toes, curling them and yawning.

Realizing he was laying stretched across the whole bed he half panicked, fearing he'd pushed the other off and woken him, and snapped his head up. Eyes wide open and now wide awake. Heart pushing blood fast and hard through his body. Was there reason to fear for his life?

In the doorway, staring at him and wearing a smug expression over his face, stood Yumichika with a both arms crossed over his chest. Doing nothing but silently staring at him. Ichigo held his breath, staring back, alarm turning into annoyance as seconds passed. What the hell? When the other wouldn't stop staring or speak the substitute shinigami sat up with an annoyed frown.

"What the hell Yumichika, what are you doing?" he asked, voice rough from sleep and not being used. The other shrugged, uncrossing his arms and pushed away from leaning against the door frame. A hand brushed away hair from his face, and stroked the feathers from his eyelash . The sheet pooled around Ichigo's body as he heaved both legs over the edge of the bed.

"I couldn't wake you up, you were so beautiful when you slept…" he replied with his wispy tone of voice, looking as it was pretty obvious why he hadn't woken the redhead "…and it's such a shame it had to end. Such a shame."

Frustrated Ichigo stood, half stumbling out of the sheets as they tried to trip them.

"Get out! You can't stare at people while they sleep. Damn pervert…" he growled, ready to push the other away from the door to get some privacy, but with the next step the odd shinigami moved away. Waving his hand, dismissing the insult.

"Says you Ichigo. I'll wait downstairs."

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Dressed and washed up Ichigo found the other waiting in the kitchen, staring at some light reflections dancing against the wall and looking like he was about to fall asleep or at least off to la-la-land. Ichigo had half expected Ikkaku to be there as well, seeing as the two seldom did anything without one another. Strapping on his zanpakutō he cleared his throat to draw the others attention.

"Finally Ichigo, I don't know what you've done all this time but I see no improvement. Maybe I should give you a few poin…"

"Whatever, what are you doing here and where's Kenpachi?" Ichigo interrupted the other, not really caring what he was about to say, as during the time it'd taken him to get ready his curiosity over where the Captain and his little Lieutenant had disappeared to had increased greatly. Just the other night he'd feared how he might wake up the next morning, trapped or strangled or… or snuggled…. Shaking his head he refocused on the other and what he was saying.

"…in a meeting, so I was told to take care of you until it's over. And I know of some really fun places to visit, Ichigo-kun." The shinigami smiled and clasped his hands together, eyes sparkling in apperant joy and Ichigo figured whatever the other thought of as fun was undoubtedly not fun at all. What fun could there be in Seretei anyway? Strolling aroudn parks? Playing with sticks and stones?

"Eh, I can take care of myself Yumich…"

"No, no, no." the other cut him off, much like Ichigo'd done before and wagged a finger in the air while 'tsking'. "I was put in charge of you and told to not let you out of my sight, and!" a wide grin spread over the glossy lips, actually causing him to shudder in dread "while you slept, I made a list of things we will do today. Here it is."

A scroll magically appeared out of the arm of the shinigami outfit and as it was unrolled Ichigo's eyes widen, very much doubting they'd manage that list within his lifetime. Human lifetime at least. The end of the scroll touched the floor, brushing against it as the other moved over and showed him what was written on it.

#1 Shingami health club.

It was also a drawing beneath the text, a image of what appeared to be two bunnies sunbathing by a pool, the redhead had a hard time to make out what it actually was supposed to be but he something noted though was the many hearts and stars around the two bunnies. Eh?

"Don't tell me, Rukia taught you how to draw…"

"Oh, Ichigo, it was I who taught her… Now, I've already booked our beautifying and relaxing treatment that we just can't miss, I've made sure to include the reiatsu massage and spiritually stimulating scrub…"

Ichigo suddenly wished he'd woken up with Zaraki Kenpachi instead.

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"Sit down here in the pleasantly warm water, relax and we'll call for you when we're ready for your massage."

Ichigo slipped into the hot water with little objection, eyes closing as he sighed and relaxed and despite having argued and resisted and objected all the way he had to admit he felt much better after the spa like treatment. Hair trimmed, hands and feet tended to and skin softer than ever. The only thing he could possibly complain about was the lack of food, the only thing he'd gotten into his stomach was water and some disgusting yellow mix of 'this is good for you' as the fifth seat officer had insisted.

The hot water was nice though, the bubbling tickling against his skin and he stretched out his legs. Oh, nice… And stretched a little more, toes reaching the other side and brushing against the soft… Soft?

"Kurosaki Ichigo."

It was as if the water had turned to ice around him, brown eyes snapped open in surprise as he jerked up from his slumped position. Retracting his legs and pulling them up to his chest.

"I would appreciate if you kept your feet from touching my person."

On the other side, a little to his left, sat none less than Kuchiki Byakuya (how had he not sensed this?!) and said person was currently staring straight at him with his steel gray eyes. Looking as calm and collected as ever and if it hadn't been for the slightly flushed skin over the bridge of his nose it wouldn't have looked as if the other had spent any time in the water at all. The redhead mentally noted there was not a single hair visable on the pale chest. Where am I staring?

"Eh, s-sorry Byakuya." He murmured, surprised he hadn't realized who it'd been beneath the towel before(having previously been draped over the nobles' face.) with the strong and unmistakably familiar reiatsu this close to him. Some shinigami representative he was.

"Eloquent as ever." The other dully noted, continuing to stare at him "and that's Kuchiki-Taicho to you Kurosaki." It was said and demanded with the usual bite to it, cold as ice even without trying and despite the warmth around them Ichigo shivered. Goosebumps spreading across his arms and neck.

"Whatever…" he replied and shrugged, not finding the energy to argue. "I'm actually not surprised to find you here Bya-ku-ya, slacking off." He continued, grinning as he stressed the other's name if only to annoy him. The captain was actually one of few he could imagine coming to this place. The other however only raised an eyebrow as he failed to call him by his title.

"Kurotsuchi-taicho and I usually come here to discuss important matters... Kurosaki?"

Ichigo looked up, having found himself staring at the pale chest again and the thin scars he'd spotted even with the distance between them. Thin and short much like the cut of Zenbonsakura he sported across his own skin. Steel grey met deep brown, a small smile tugging at the usually expressionless face and the substitute shinigami was embarrassed to have been caught staring. He would have blushed if he hadn't suddenly realized what the other had said.

"Kurotsuchi Mayuri?"

"Yes… He's getting his massage, but should be back soon."

Glancing over his shoulder Ichigo half expected the mentioned male to appear out of nowhere in his freaky costume. There were only a few other people around. The redhead was overcome by a sudden urge to run away before the scientist could find him, the icy captain was bad enough but to endure the presence and company of… no he needed to… to…

"I need to go and… do stuff that can't be done here. Yeah, see ya' later Byakuya!"

"..."

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"So, do you feel rejuvenated and full of beautiful energy, Ichigo-kun?"

Ichigo turned around and found a more or less sparkling Yumichika radiating a smile at him, they'd just left the health club (Ichigo wanted to call it a spa/resort but the other had seemed at loss as to what that was despite a long and repetitive explanation) after having spent almost four hours there. The last hour having been the longest of his life, after he'd left the bath he'd lounged around and made sure to not run into Byakuya or Kurotsuchi and after the massage and herb therapy had waited for the other to be done.

"I feel hungry and bored, I want food." He huffed, almost pouting.

"Well, there should be some lunch left at the barracks and maybe we'll find the captain there too, no? Let's surprise him with our beautiful faces!"

Ichigo resisted the impulse to slap his own face, very much doubting the mad captain would notice anything different about them. Hell, he hadn't noticed anything different about himself when he'd caught his own reflection before they left.

"Let's think of a graceful and unexpected way to enter the barrack on the way, Ichigo. Come on."

Kami-sama, save me.

I like Yumi-chan! ^-^