It's finally done! It's a lot shorter than the original one that I lost, as well as shorter than any other chapters in the story, but it's up.

Bleach isn't mine. Love you guys! Read and review, please!

Ichigo-

After three cups of orange juice, seven pancakes, two butter-and-jelly biscuits, who-knows-how-many eggs, four biscuits and gravy, and probably a pound of bacon, I finally cut him off, wondering how he managed to eat all that and not be fat. He tried to sneak another few pieces of bacon, but I yanked the plate from his grasp and instead put the pieces in a zip lock bag, laying them on the counter. "I don't see how you manage to stuff so much in that bottom-less pit of yours and still keep that amazing physique. It's irritating." He grinned.

"Well, obviously I need to feed myself enough to maintain my energy if I'm going to keep up with my little sex demon in bed, don't I?" Grimmjow asked, leering at me like he wanted to bend me over then and there….which he probably did.

He moved closer to me, grabbing my skinny-jean clad hips and yanking me to him. "You know I hate your skinny jeans. They're too hard to get off." I rolled my eyes. "Good. I don't want you raping me when we take the girls out to the amusement park." He grinned lecherously again and moved to kiss me. Just as his lips were going to graze mine, the stereotypical 'saved-by-the-bell' happened and the doorbell rang. I shoved Grimmjow away from me by his chest and said, "That's probably the girls. Let's go greet them."

I opened the door to see two twelve-year-old girls standing there, one smiling warmly, the other looking as though she would kill to be anywhere else but there. "Hello!" chirped the smiling one. She had short, caramel colored hair and pretty deep brown eyes. The other, the one that looked really pissed about being there, had short, black hair and beautiful onyx eyes. "'Sup?" she grumbled. I just smiled as she reminded me so much of Grimmjow. "Hi! It's nice to meet you, girls. My name is Ichigo. The buffoon behind me is Grimmjow, my adoptive brother. I'm the adopted one, though. What're your names?"

The both of them looked at me like I was insane, glanced behind me, and then looked back at me. Figuring Grimmjow was doing something to mock me or doing something idiotic, I turned, ready to scold him. What I found was much worse. There was no Grimmjow.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and yelled, "GRIMMJOW JEARGERJAQUES! YOU GET YOUR STUPID ASS DOWN HERE NOW OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY FUCKING PULP AND YOU WON'T COME BACK TO BED FOR A MONTH! DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR, DICKHEAD?! I swear sometimes he goes looking for trouble…." I heard steps thudding across the floor upstairs, heard him come rumbling down the stairs, and saw him barely catch himself on the edge of the banister as he used his socks as an aid to slide right past me, fall on his ass, and he immediately went to putting his shoes on. I smacked him upside the head and scolded him, "Introduce yourself, nitwit!" He grumbled a bit before getting up after tying his shoes, and he looked down at the two girls, seeing as he towered over them. "'M Grimmjow. Nice ta meetchya. Let's get this show on the road." I sighed as I watched Grimmjow push past them and saunter to the giant GMC C4500 4x4 Crew Cab TopKick, get in the driver's seat, and rev the engine. "Show off." I muttered as I locked the door behind me and ushered the girls to the truck. "SHOTGUN!" the dark haired one screamed as she ran off, got in the passenger seat and slammed the door. I sighed. "I guess it's me and you in the back, huh?" I asked the light haired girl. She beamed and nodded, heading for the right side of the truck as I headed for the left.

Grimmjow-

Ichigo and the light-haired girl sat in the back seat, talking about cooking, recipes, sewing, books, and apparently anything girly. Knowing that they were caught up in conversation, I turned reluctantly to the dark-haired girl, feeling the need to talk.

"So. What's your name?" I asked. She looked at me for a few seconds, snorted as though she found my question humorous, and replied, "Karin. You?"

"Grimmjow. What's your twin's name?" I replied.

"Yuzu. And the red-head's?"

"Ichigo. Can I ask why you called shotgun instead of sitting with your twin?"

"Hmmm…his name fits him. He does seem like he 'savoir' type. Anyways, I called shotgun because I like sitting in the front seat, for one, but you also seemed like you're pretty cool."

"Thanks, I guess. Ichi's pretty awesome, too, though. He's just a little on the short side compared to me."

"I'd be willing to bet that a lot of people are 'a little on the short side' compared to you."

I chuckled. "Yeah, guess so." We sat in silence for a few more minutes, listening to Nickelback's Rockstar when:

"So…how long have you two been together?"

I swear, I almost wrecked at this. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered as I gained control of the truck again. "I mean, how long have you and the red-head been seeing each other? It's obvious. Really, though, 'You won't come back to bed for a month?' That indicates that you two are sleeping in the same bed. Then the fact that you, someone who doesn't seen a particular rule-follower, did what he told you so easily? You're definitely seeing each other. Not that I care, I was just wondering." She replied nonchalantly. I heard Ichigo make a squeaking sound from the back seat. "W-wow…you're really perceptive, Karin." She nodded. Yeah, I always have been. That, and you made it obvious and OH LOOK! We're at the amusement park." Karin deadpanned.

We climbed out and Ichigo went to the ticket booth with Yuzu. Karin and I sat in slightly awkward silence until they returned. Yuzu beamed and handed both Karin and I a ticket and we headed to the gates to start off our day of riding roller coasters and eating nothing but hot dogs and cotton candy.

Again, sorry it's so short, and probably seems a little rushed, but thanks for reading and the next chapter will be longer I hope. Thank you all for sticking with me in the time that I lost my work and thank you for your support!

Review please! I'd like to know if this was good enough to satisfy you right now while I try to steer the train back onto the plot track. Dinner in the next chapter, as well as some surprises!

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-T