Chapter 19

After getting rid of the remaining kinks in his back and arms, Ichigo jumped back to his feet to start cleaning again. He grabbed a new bag and went to her bedroom. He reached down and examined the clothes on the floor. Those that looked decent he stuffed them into a bag while the others were tossed to a corner.

Dresses, pants, shirts, blouses, school uniforms…bras…ahem, panties…skirts, socks, etc were collected into the bag.

After another few hours Ichigo had the apartment almost all cleaned up. Things that could still be used were placed by the door while the others were neatly placed at certain corners of the apartment.

"Finally," Ichigo stretched his arms over his head before lifting a few bags over his shoulders. The sun was starting to rise as he quickly made his way back to his apartment.

When he finally reached there, he wasn't shocked to see Angel still sleeping in his bed. He set down the bags in the guest room before going back to her. "Angel," he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. "Oi, wake up midget."

Angel groaned as she turned over to the other side. "Leave me alone."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Stupid midget. Don't tell me you already forgot what happened last night."

"What happened?" she moaned, still half asleep.

Ichigo leaned down and whispered, "The robbery."

Angel immediately sat up, barely missing Ichigo's head. "Oh shit, what happened?" she looked at him with wide eyes, "Did anything happen while I was out?"

Ichigo nodded. "I called the police while you were asleep. They looked around the apartment and only items that possessed some value seemed to be missing. They said they would look out for the bastard, but I'm not sure what's going to happen."

"Oh," Angel looked down at her hands that were tightly holding the blanket that was half on her.

Noticing this Ichigo placed his warm hand over hers and gently stroked it. "Don't worry too much about it; at least you didn't get hurt."

Angel nodded her head. "Yeah…" she whispered. After a moment of silence she took in a deep breath before looking back up. "Well, I guess I should go over and clean out the place."

"There's no need, I already did it," Ichigo smirked.

Angel blinked at him. "What?"

"If you haven't noticed, it's already six in the morning. I spent the entire time cleaning out your place and bringing back the remaining decent things over here."

"What do you mean?"

Ichigo pointed at the open doorway with his thumb. "I already called the landlord; after today you're officially living here with me."

"WHAT?!"

Angel groaned as she entered Ichigo's apartment.

Correction:

Their apartment.

She still couldn't believe they were now living together. Ever since the sudden burglary at her old apartment last week, she's been living with Ichigo in his guestroom… which reminded her to thank his younger sister one day for adding a bed and a table in there.

Of course that will never happen since nobody is suppose to know that she was living with him.

But that wasn't what was bothering them the most.

It's been only a week and they were already going at each other's throats.

They could BARELY stand each other when they first met and now that they were living together, there was never a moment of peace in the house. From something small as misplacing the phone, to something big like the issue on whether she was or wasn't allowed to put up her Chappy poster.

Oh yeah, that was some day…

"It's my apartment so I say 'NO'!" Ichigo yelled.

"I'm paying half the rent so I say 'YES'!" She yelled back at his face.

The two had their foreheads touching…more like pushing, each other as they yelled at the top of their lungs.

"It's my room," she reasoned, "So I can put up whatever the hell I want!"

"I don't care! I don't want that piece of shit hanging around my apartment!"

In the end of course Angel won but only after delivering several hard kicks to Ichigo's shin. She grinned at the thought. Most of their fights she won only because she could hit him. Thankfully he was a man who didn't know how to hit a girl back, but that didn't stop him from making fun of her height.

She sighed as she dropped her bag on the ground and dragged her exhausted body to the refrigerator for a cool drink. She quickly popped open a soda can and drank down the carbonated substance as she glanced over the clock.

It was already past 6 in the evening and Ichigo wasn't back yet.

She walked over to the couch and plopped down into the leather cushions. She liked Ichigo's black couch, unlike her old one which started to smell back in her old apartment. With a sigh, she turned on the T.V. to look for something fun but in less than a minute she turned it off after seeing nothing but infomercials. She looked back at the clock, watching the second hand clicking away, its click click sound resounding throughout the quiet apartment.

An hour passed. Ichigo still wasn't back.

Angel frowned. What's taking him so long? I'm fucking bored! Even though she didn't like living with Ichigo, at least there wasn't a dull moment with him. But him being late was bugging her with annoyance. He didn't even have the decency to call her! Sure Angel came home late too but only because Justin dragged her to watch him during Kendo practice that day after school.

"Angel, please!" Justin begged with his two hands pressed against each other in front of his face.

Angel sighed. "I don't get it; it's only practice so why should I go? It's not like you're competing against anybody."

"Oh com'on," Justin sighed, "What's bad about a friend asking his best friend to come watch him during practice?"

"It IS bad since that friend is preventing this friend—" she pointed to herself, "—from going home for a much needed sleep."

Justin frowned. "Why are you so tired these days? Are you working or something?"

Angel looked away and scowled. No, she didn't have a job…but a certain orange top wasn't lightening the load of papers they had to grade. And she had to help him everyday now that they were living together; which means no need for her to stop after a certain time to go home. Since they live together now there was no way she could escape him with only half of the work done. She couldn't stop the groan from coming out of her mouth at the mere thought of what's been going on these past few days.

"See, you're stressed," Justin commented, pulling Angel out of her thoughts, "Come with me and maybe you can relieve some of that stress."

Angel was quiet for a second before looking straight into her friend's eyes. "You know what? That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

So Angel went to his Kendo practice. At first it was one of the most boring things to watch ever. She already knew a lot about Kendo because of her brother, but Justin and his friends were a bunch of idiots who couldn't swing their 'swords' as beautifully as her brother. She watched for a good hour before Justin called her over. With much enthusiasm, Angel grabbed the weapon in his hand and quickly swung it with all her might.

Angel was right about one thing. It helped her relieve a lot of her stress.

However, something good always come at a price. She was not only tired but her muscles were sore. Heck, she was whacking at Justin and his friends like a professional. Even Chai-sensei barked out in laughter saying she was better than most of his pathetic students.

"What happened to you?"

Angel groaned as she opened her heavy eyes. She looked over to the threshold of the apartment as Ichigo pulled his feet out of his shoes. He smirked at her as he walked over and plopped next to her on the couch.

"So how was your day?" he asked sarcastically.

Angel scoffed. "Nothing goods been going on this past week."

Ichigo chuckled. "Have to agree with you on that one, midget."

Angel glared but stayed still, too tired to move a single muscle. She closed her eyes again and slowly dropped her head against armrest.

"Oi, why are you suddenly so tired now?" Ichigo asked, "I didn't think we had that many papers last night."

"No, it's not that," she shook her head against the leather, "I just went to the Kendo club after school and relieved some stress. Now I regret having such a persuasive idiot as my friend."

Ichigo chuckled as he scooted over to the other end of the couch until his back rested on the other armrest. He brought his legs up and placed it on top of Angel's lap. He timed it perfectly. Even though he heard her growling in annoyance upon seeing his socked feet on her knees, she was too tired to do anything.

The two stayed in their position silently as the clock kept ticking away.

It was still a weekday, but fuck they were tired!

"Ichigo."

"Yeah," he groaned his reply as he stretched his tired arms above his head.

Angel lifted her head and turned to look at him. "Can you please extend my homework to another day?"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Why? There's no paper to grade tonight and my assignment isn't that long."

Angel groaned as dropped her head back, resting against the couch while still looking at him. "I know but I really want to sleep. I was able to finish all of my other homework except yours. I was planning on doing it at home but now I'm way too tired to even lift a finger. So please," she begged with her puppy-dog eyes, "I really need some sleep."

Ichigo only stared back in silence for a few seconds before scratching the back of his head. He slid down from his position and lied completely on his back before responding. "Well, I would but that just gives you an unfair advantage. Since we're living together I really want to avoid doing something like that."

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