Do Me A Wrong

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Ichigo's eyes snapped open as a light cry filled his ears. There was a flash of gold and his eyes immediately swept the room to find the source. A minor frown appeared on him as he beheld the unfamiliar surroundings.

He propped himself on one elbow and reached out with his senses, only for his frown to deepen when he couldn't sense anyone within the immediate vicinity. He sent a pulse of power even further and was hit with the mental images of dozens upon dozens of beings dwelling within the palace.

The most prominent being Souji's impressive demonic presence and Yasaka's monstrous power amplified by her connection to the leyline.

Souji seemed to be surrounded by several others and, given his rather amiable aura, he was most likely conversing amongst them. Strangely enough, Yasaka's aura was flickering wildly. Something must have upset Kyoto's resident boss.

As a sudden draft flitted over him, Ichigo felt a shiver crawl up his spine. He reached down to pull the covers over himself but his hand managed to only grasp air.

Brows knitting in confusion, Ichigo looked downwards and beheld himself. One, two, three seconds passed and yet he did nothing. However, as his mind managed to route the information his eyes were sending, a vein began to throb violently on his temple.

He suddenly felt the urge to go on a rampage.

"Why the fuck am I naked?" He roared to the world at large.

He desperately raked his eyes over the room for clothes. When he couldn't find them, he growled in annoyance.

Muttering obscenities, he stood up and began tossing the pillows around, hoping in vain to find some article of clothing to cover himself. "Nee-san's gonna kill me," he murmured under his breath.

He idly noted the bed sheets pooled on the floor not too far from him and decided to use them as makeshift clothes. However, before he could grab them, a deft knock on the door caused him to look up sharply.

"Gimme a minute," He hollered over his shoulder.

"Pardon the intrusion," A female voice called back.

"Dammit, I said gi-gah!" He quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his lower extremities as a young girl walked in, dressed in servant's garb.

"Forgive me, Ichigo-sama, but Yasaka-hime instructed me to assist you." Despite the strict business façade the girl had on, Ichigo couldn't help but notice the rather prominent flush on her cheeks.

"Get out!" His own face garnishing a redness in humiliation.

The servant girl produced a bathrobe from thin air and set forward with a glint of determination in her eye. Determination…and another shadier emotion that Ichigo was quite comfortable not recognizing. "I must insist Ichigo-sama."

Ichigo gulped. Pressing the pillow to his nether regions as his last line of defence. "N-Now hold on," He began to backtrack from the advancing girl. "Just leave the robe and let me dress on my own!"

"My orders are quite clear," She responded, not bending in the least as her gaze dropped from Ichigo's eyes.

Ichigo's back touched the wall, surprising him and causing him to look for another avenue of escape. Utilizing his moment of distraction, the girl pounced.

There was a soft shift in the water and Ichigo opened his eyes to see the lanky samurai enter the steaming bath with him. Rolling his head back, Ichigo let out a harsh sigh.

Souji chuckled. "Rough night?"

Ichigo closed his eyes in silent reservation. "I'd like to say yes but, quite frankly, I have no idea what happened last night."

"Oh?" The amusement in Souji's voice all too apparent.

Ichigo tilted his head forward and scrutinized the Shinsengumi swordsman. "You wouldn't happen to know why I woke up naked this morning, do you?"

Souji stared at him for a moment, the edges of his eyes widening in astonishment, before bursting out in laughter. Ichigo splashed water at Souji's face in retaliation.

"Asshole."

Dropping down into sniggers, Souji gave Ichigo a sly look. "Well, well, my young friend. Already making waves in the international community."

"What are you talking about?" Ichigo growled.

"So tell me, Ichigo-kun," Souji's smile turned feral. "What is the name of this fetching woman who has ensnared you?"

Ichigo's eyes narrowed and he gave Souji a blank stare.

Before Souji could say anything further, Ichigo reached out and dunked the older man in the scalding water. Ichigo took vindictive pleasure in the devil samurai thrashing about underwater and sending several bubbles of air bursting onto the surface.

Eventually, Ichigo let the man back up and allowed Souji to breathe again. Leaning back against the stone lining of the bath, Souji heaved air and glared at Ichigo. "There will be retribution for this, my young kohai." Souji huffed.

As they both settled back in the bath, Ichigo noticed a tray drift over the water towards them. On it were two ceramic bowls and a jar of what, Ichigo could only deduce, was sake.

Souji grabbed himself a saucer and poured himself some of the steaming liquid. Ichigo raised a brow at him. "A little early for drinking, don't you think?"

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