As lunch time approached, you began to get antsy. Ichimaru was constantly watching you, his closed eyes never leaving your profile. Dear god, just ring already. Once it's lunch, I'm going to kill him!
Finally, your worries were at ease as the lunch bell rang loud and clear. You were up and out of your seat quicker than you could say "supercalifradgilisticexpealidocious". That is, if you say it very quickly. Grabbing him by the collar, you yank him backwards, shouting, "Alright, Ichimaru, what the hell are you here for?"
"Ey, Yuuri-chan, y'know why I'm here. I'm s'possed t' watch over ya," Ichimaru said with a quirky grin.
"Yes, I know," you say feeling your eye twitch out of anger, "but why do you look like a teenager? Yesterday you had the body of a 21-year-old?"
"Yare, yare, Yuu-chan. It's nice to know ya were checkin' out mah Gigai, but as Ah said, gigai'sre temporary bodies."
You drop him to the floor, growling in frustration. "Listen, Ichimaru-kun," you say with heavy sarcasim, "but I haven't the need for a 'protector'. I'm fine on my own."
Grunting, Ichimaru stood, brushing his sleeves off. "Ya haven't a clue what th' Hollow can do, Yuu-chan," as he said this, he gingerly gathered some strands of your flaxen hair and began to fiddle with your hair between his thumb and pointer finger.
You blush, but quickly smack his hand away. "I told you to NEVER come back, Ichimaru Gin. I meant what I said."
You storm to your locker, gathering your stuff hastily. You were sick of him already. Grabbing your bag, you speed out of the school, telling the teacher you were sick. As you approached home, you saw no signs of Ryu being there. More than likely he had gone off to play with a new girlfriend. Unlocking the door, you fling off your shoes and walk upstairs. You slam your door open and shut, deciding this was a good chance to do your homework. You sit at your desk, and before you knew it, you had fallen in to a quick nap.
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"Neee, Yuuri-chan, I'm home."
This voice shook you from your slumber, and made you very, very, VERY angry. You open your door, not to see your brother, but Ichimaru Gin. Happily, you slam the door on his face.
"Go away, Ichimaru."
"Aw, lemme in, it's my room too, Yuu-chan."
Reluctantly, you open it, letting him inside, retorting with a "be my guest."
As you turn around, you feel soft fabric brush against your head and right shoulder. What the. . . You pull off the shirt of the boys' uniform.
"Kyah! Don't start taking your clothes off boldly in front of a girl!" you scream, turning to see a shirtless Ichimaru.
"Ah, well if ya woul' turn around th' other way, that would be solved, eh?"
You growl. This was going to be a LONG day.
Fufufufu. Shirtless Ichimaru in the results. <3 
x__My Little Marionette Doll [Ichimaru Gin] Chapter 4
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