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( Random as ******** little drabble I wrote. It's 2AM and cracktastic as s**t. 8D Inspired by a conversation between me, Ichigo, Nnoitra, and Orihime. Ichigo had the idea. I had to write about it. Yes, I'm well aware it sucks. )

Ichigo blinked repeatedly as a box was dropped onto his desk. He was in the midst of working on school work only to be snapped from his reverie by the thump of the box hitting the desk in front of him. He looked over to the side as one certain redheaded shinigami stepped up beside him with a cat-like grin on his face. The orange haired substitute shinigami’s eyes narrowed slightly at this. That expression sent up all kinds of red flags in the young teen’s mind. The last time he’d seen that grin, Rukia had damn near strangled him to death when she thought he was the one who drew in her sketchbook and said that her drawings sucked. (He still never forgave Renji for that one and Rukia still believed it was him that did it.)

Ichigo let his eyes drift back to the box. He frowned lightly, not being able to determine what it was. It was a very small box, not much bigger than his palm; one that someone could fit a tube of medicine or something of the like in. He frowned at it for a few more moments in contemplation before finally conceding and giving in, fixing the red haired shinigami with a flat stare. “What is this?”

A grin alit Renji’s lips which made Ichigo frown further. That grin was NOT good at all. An idle shrug was the reply he received from the lieutenant. “Just something I found when I was out earlier. Reminded me of you.”

Ichigo’s brows pulled together. It sounded innocent enough, but one could never tell with Renji. While still skeptical, he still had to thank the shinigami for keeping him in mind and buying him a gift. “Thank you, I guess.”

“No problem.” That troublesome grin widened further. “Well, I better head off, still have some patrolling to do. See ya’ later, Ichigo!” With that, the lieutenant of the sixth division disappeared quickly out the teen’s window.

Ichigo’s eyes narrowed even further. He left FAR too quickly for it to be normal. Ichigo’s eyes once again turned to the box and his frown returned. On one hand, he didn’t want to know what was in the damn thing, considering the fact Renji was acting stranger than usual and it was probably a stupid gag gift he’d strangle the idiot for later. On the other hand, his curiosity was getting the better of him. I mean, it might not be a bad gift, right?

...

Yeah right. Who was he kidding?

After another moment or two of just staring at the box in front of him on his desk, he finally slammed down his pencil, not being able to take it anymore, and began to undo the ribbons closing up the box. As soon as they were undone, he braced himself, taking a deep breath and began his mantra. ‘I will not kill Renji. I will not kill Renji.’ He lifted the lid to the small box and his face paled as soon as he saw the contents. A crimson color flushed over his cheeks, teeth gritting together in aggravation. That son of a b***h-

He stood up abruptly turning and stomping to his window, shouting out into the night in pure and utter aggravation towards the shinigami. Sometimes, he just couldn’t believe the stupidity of Renji sometimes. “RENJI! YOU SON OF A b***h! I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR a** WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT!” He jammed his windows shut with a snarl, turning sharply on his heel, only to hiss out in surprise as he noticed the figure sprawled out on his bed.

A catty smirk crossed the other’s face, blue eyes twinkling in amusement. The Arrancar was lying on his side, cheek propped up with one hand, the other laying by his side. His blue tinted hair was as messy as it normally was, giving him that purely tousled look that he pulled off rather well. Pearly white teeth shown as the smirk widened. “You sound pissed. What’s got yer panties in a bunch?”

Narrowed eyes and a flick of his middle finger towards the Arrancar was the only response he received as Ichigo stomped back over to his desk. “Why the hell are YOU here? And how the hell did you get in here?”

Grimmjow snorted lightly as he continued to lay in the same position, watching the substitute shinigami as he stomped around his room. “Why the hell ELSE would I be here? To annoy you, duh. And I came in through the window, idjit. Where the hell else?” He gave a light snort. He wondered sometimes if the shinigami really did possess a brain. “I came in after pineapple head left. So what’d he do t’ piss ya’ off now?”

“None of your damn business.” Ichigo’s teeth were gritted tightly as he picked up the box with his gift inside, intending to shove it into one of his drawers, never to be seen again. He never got the chance though, as the box was lifted out of his grasp and reach. He hissed lightly as he reached upwards to grab it from the Arrancar’s hands. “Give that back!”

Grimmjow examined the box pensively with a curious expression. “What’s in it?”

“None of your business! GIVE IT BACK.” When the box was held high above his head, Ichigo attempted to jump up to grab it, failing miserably when the Arrancar spun on his heel and moved away from the substitute shinigami and swiftly pulled off the top. Once he saw the contents of the box, he understood the threat of before. Now it made sense why the brat was so pissed. He started cackling to himself at the irony.

“Kinky, Berry. Chocolate flavored lube. Ya’ got such nice friends.” As more snickers spilled from his lips, the orange haired teen scowled at the Arrancar, grabbing the tube out of the box and tossing it into one of his dressers. He then cuffed the Arrancar upside the head out of spite, only to cuss as his hand throbbed from the impact with the iron skin. He shook his hand out as the blue haired Arrancar smirked up at him. “What? Ya’ ain’t gonna test it out?”

Ichigo scowled as he reached out and yanked on one of the Espada’s ears, causing the sexta to hiss lightly. “Don’t push your luck. Either shut up, or leave, a*****e.” He sat back down in his chair, staring back down at his books and trying to pick up where he left off at. Grimmjow only snorted lightly, sprawling back out on the teen’s bed. He’d pester the teen a bit later, after most of the frustration had left. For now? He supposed a small nap couldn’t hurt.