Chapter 11:Summer Break III

Angel smiled as she tasted the sweet cotton candy in her mouth. Every where around her people where laughing and having fun under the star-filled night sky.

It was the tenth day of the trip at the beach and Angel was accompanying the Walker family at the local summer festival while wearing a light blue-colored yukata that Jacod bought for her. They were told about this festival only the day before, which was eventful on its own especially because of Jacod and his crazy imagination.

Flashback

Ichigo choked on his fish after hearing his father. He quickly chugged down a glass of water before screaming at his father. "WHAT?!"

Jacob laughed. "Hahaha! You heard me boy! I want to record this special summer in everyway possible so I may share it with your children later on. So we're going to go to the local summer festival in the town!"

"No," Ichigo snarled.

"What?!" Jacob pointed him with an accusing finger. "Are you planning on ruining this happy vacation for me? What will your mother say?!"

"That I'm smart," Ichigo glared, "I don't want to see a replay of the incident last time we were at a festival."

"Ahhhhh, those were the days," Jacod laughed out loud as his mind brought up some good memories.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Please, having you running around in your underwear is not a good memory. Even okasan pretended not to know you."

Jacob chuckled. "Don't be silly. Your mother found me extremely funny that night."

"I think you were way to drunk that night to even remember what she said about you," Megan commented as she accepted another bowl of rice from Megumi.

"But I think it might be a good idea to go," Angel said.

Jacod squealed as he jumped up and ran to give Angel a hug. "It seems you're the only one who understands my pure intention in this, Angel-chan. Let us all go and celebrate this great summer and your beautiful love for my inconsiderate son."

Ichigo glared at the woman next to him. "You're going to regret it, Angel."

"Well you won't know that until you go, right?" she smirked, "So let's just go along with your father and have fun."

Megumi sat down next to Megan and smiled sweetly at her brother. "I also want to go. It's been awhile since we went to a festival together."

"Ah! My dear daughter is so sweet!" Jacod squealed.

Megan sighed. "Well, if Megumi going then I have to go with her."

But Ichigo was still unconvinced. "I'm not going. Besides, you don't have yukatas to wear to the festival."

"Why, on the contrary I already brought them before we left the house," Jacob announced proudly.

But Ichigo pointed at the woman next to him. "But not this midget." Angel glared at him before stomping on his foot under the table. Ichigo yelped in pain.

Megan smirked. "You should be careful with that mouth of yours. Angel-nee's not like other girls when they're made fun of."

Ichigo glared at his sister. "I'm sure she's your perfect idol than, huh?"

Megan chuckled. "Maybe. Seeing how she can kick your ass is one of the qualities I like best about her."

"Why, thank you, Megan," Angel smiled at the dark-haired twin.

Ichigo groaned. "Still, we're not going."

"What? Since when did you make decisions for me?" Angel gaped at him.

Ichigo glared. "Ever since you started living with me."

"What does that have to do with anything?!" Angel yelled at him.

"Because whatever happens to you will be directly linked to me as well," Ichigo said, "If you went then the old man will definitely do something stupid in public just to embarrass me."

"But I already got Angel-chan's yukata handmade for her!" Jacod whined.

This time Angel almost choked on her food. "W-what? But how? You don't know my size."

Jacob laughed out loud. "My dear future-daughter-in-law! I already figured it out the moment I first held you against my manly chest. Muhahaha!"

Angel didn't know if she should praise him for having such talents or cringe at the fact that he could tell her size just by hugging her. And just when did she become his 'future-daughter-in-law'?

Ichigo groaned. "That doesn't matter. If you want to go then go, but don't drag me into this."

Jacob gasped again. "Nonsense! If you don't come then who will protect our women?!"

Megan rolled her eyes. "Like we need you two buffoons to watch us. I'm fine all by myself so don't even bother."

Ichigo nodded. "See? They're old enough to take care of themselves."

"They might seem that way but Ichigo, think about it," Megan leaned over to his son and pointed at the three women, "They're walking alone, late in the middle of the night. They get lost and can barely see anything through the dark. Then suddenly! A pair of arms come out and grabs them from behind, muffling their screams before it could even come out from their throat. Then this man calls his friends and each person holds down her limbs to stop her from moving while the leader quickly takes off his pants—!"

Thus, Ichigo was following Angel as she continued enjoying her cotton candy, his eyebrows furrowed even more than it normally was. Thankfully he was able to get away with not wearing a yukata. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans that hugged his legs nicely, with only a black wife-beater on top to keep him cool during the hot summer night.

"Stop sulking and just enjoy the festival," she said to him.

Ichigo shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked closely behind her. "Whatever. I just want to get this over with so I can go home. I still have work to do."

Angel raised a brow. "About that: why did you bring it with you to vacation? Isn't the whole part of a vacation to escape work?"

Ichigo sighed. "Yeah, but I just want to get those papers graded before this week ends. That way I can spend the rest of summer just being lazy on the couch."

Angel smirked. "Guess that's not a bad idea."

"But you have homework to do when we get back home. Not to mention I'm still waiting for you to turn in that research paper," Ichigo smirked at her which earned him an evil glare.

Angel tossed away the stick that was leftover after finishing her cotton candy, before continuing her walk down the different stalls. "Be careful with what you say. If your family hears you saying that to me they might get suspicious."

"Don't worry," Ichigo nodded.

He learned his lesson the week before when he was grading some paper in the living room and his family came in after another day in the water.

Flashback

"Ichigo, what are you doing?" Angel asked.

"Work," he groaned, "I still have tons of stuff to do."

She looked over his shoulders to see what he was grading. It was the midterm paper that they took a few days before summer break started. "Why don't you do that after we get back home?"

Ichigo shrugged when Jacod came in and saw what he was doing.

"ICHIGO!" he flew over and landed on his son, banging his head against the table, "How dare you bring work to our family vacation?!"

"Fuck you!" Ichigo pushed his father away, "I just have a lot of work to do so just leave me alone."

"What is all this though?" Megan asked as she looked at his stack of paper.

"Midterm paper. It's on one of Japan's oldest folklores that still influence a lot of Japanese authors today," Angel informed them as she grabbed one sheet and read the name with the low grade. She smirked.

Looks like Justin got another reason to hate Ichigo now.

"How did you know what it was about, Angel-neesan?" Megumi asked as she read some of the paper.

Both Ichigo and Angel stiffened, not daring to look up. They both had one word in mind: Shit!

"Stupid. They live together so it's obvious she would know a lot of what Ichi-nii is doing," Megan scoffed.

"Oh, you're right," Megumi smiled.

"Hahaha! It would be funny though if you were his student. Then you'd know all the answers since you're sleeping with him," Jacob joked, "It might be a good role-play to play in the bedroom. It's one of Mark's favorite after all."

The two laughed awkwardly along with the family but Angel was biting her lower lip while Ichigo could feel sweat on his back.

But just as Megan was about to grab one of the graded papers, Ichigo remembered that Angel's paper was among the stacks so he quickly reached over and slammed his hand down on top of the stack before his sisters could go through more of them.

"What the heck, Ichi-nii?!" Megan glared at him when his hand almost slammed down on her own.

"Sorry," Ichigo apologized, "But I really don't want to mess the stack since I have it all organized."

Megan gave him one last glare before putting down the paper she was previously holding. "Fine. I have to take a shower anyways."

Ichigo nodded but didn't remove his hand from the stack until Megan stood up and left. If he hadn't moved fast enough, who knows what might have happened?

Ichigo groaned at the thought when they came to a stop in front of a fishing stall. "What are we doing here?"

"Ichigo! Don't be a spoiled-sport! Your sisters want to relive their childhood with this fishing game so come here and play with us!"

"No," Ichigo glared at him, "Leave me out of this."

Jacob pouted. "Fine, I see how it is. You were planning on taking my future-daughter-in-law to some secluded place and leave our family altogether! Do we embarrass you that much?!"

"Yes," Ichigo flat out told him.

"AIRA!" Jacod screamed as he suddenly grabbed Angel and hugged her tightly, "Our inconsiderate son is trying to take our sweet Angel-chan to defile her during a family vacation! I have failed you!"

"Shut up!" Ichigo yelled at his father, his face beet-red as people started staring at them, "Will you just let go of Angel and just leave us alone?!"

Megan came over and pulled on Jacob's back collar, pulling him away from Ichigo and Angel. "Let's go you old goat, and leave the two alone. We've been ruining their private vacation since we got here so we should at least give them the night off."

Megumi came up and nodded. "I agree otousan. We should let oniichan take Angel-neesan out and enjoy the festival."

"Oh, my daughters are so sweet!" Jacob squealed, "Then let's leave your brother alone with our Angel-chan! And maybe they'll come back with my grandchild!"

"Get lost!" Ichigo kicked his father away from them. Jacob yelped as he fell forward and landed in the tub of cold water with tiny goldfishes. Ichigo huffed in anger as he grabbed Angel's hand. "Com'on, let's get out of here before he comes back and embarrasses us even more."

Before Angel could protest, she was being quickly dragged away from where Megumi was kneeling next to her father to wake him up. But Megan was looking back at them with a smirk. "Have fun Ichi-nii! We'll see you guys at the beach in an hour," she shouted earning her a hard glare from her brother before they turned a corner.

Angel pouted as Ichigo kept pulling her behind him, his grip on her hand really tight. "Ichigo," she groaned, "Can you let go of me now?"

"No," he answered, "Not until we're far enough from my old man."

Angel rolled her eyes. "Look, you knocked him unconscious so don't worry—"

"KNOCK HER UP IN ONE BANG ICHIGO! THEN SHE'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU!" Angel cringed as she heard Jacob's loud voice screaming from the other side of the festival.

"Never mind," she groaned with her face beet red.

"I thought so," Ichigo smirked at her as they hastened their steps.

As they continued to walk Angel noticed Ichigo was still in a dark mood. She sighed before coming to a sudden halt, yanking him to a stop as well, startling him.

"What the fuck Angel! You could have given me a warning or something," he snapped at her.

Angel rolled her eyes as she walked up to face him fully before pressing her pointer-finger against his chest. "First of all, nobody goes around and tell people they're going to stop. And second, what's bothering you so much that you're moodier than a typical girl PMS-ing? Is it because of your father?"

Ichigo looked at her before swapping her hand away to continue walking. "It's not that, and that PMSing thing was just gross."

"Then what is it?!" she asked in frustration.

Ichigo sighed as he scratched the back of his head. "It's just that, well…I really can't stop thinking about the papers at home."

"That's it?!" She gapped at him, "You're pissed off because you didn't get to finish grading? Something is seriously wrong with you!"

Ichigo glared at her. "That's not why! I just remembered that I left the papers out in the open and if one of my sisters or my father finds them, they might find your paper among them!"

"Oh," Angel paused before looking at him with a softer gaze. "Look Ichigo, your family is having fun and they want you to have fun too. Besides, weren't you the one who's been reassuring me that we're not going to get caught? So why don't you take your own advice and calm down."

Ichigo looked at her before letting out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, I'll try."

Angel smiled. "Good. It's not good for your health to be worrying about work so much. Look at me!" she pointed to herself, "I know how to have fun but still maintain my position as number one in my class!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, by pure luck. I see you every night cramming for tests and not finishing your homework until the last second. Which reminds me, if you don't turn in that research paper to me you'll end up being SECOND and not first."

Angel gave him her evil glare before kicking him on the shin.

"AH! What the fuck was that for?!" he yelled at her.

"For trying to ruin my vacation! If you do anything to ruin my perfect scores then I will tell everyone at school how you still have that ugly lion-stuffed animal in your closet!" she yelled at him before running off.

"Angel!" Ichigo called after her, but he was still kneeling on one leg, trying to tend to the nth bruise of the month. By the time he looked up he noticed the midget was now no longer in sight. "Fuck," he grumbled as he stood straight back up.

Ichigo looked left and right as he made his way through the bright street. People in yukatas and regular clothes were walking around, talking, laughing and just having fun. But here he was, starting to panic with every second that passed. "Angel!" he called out several times but he never got a response. After a few minutes, just as he was about to go make an announcement through the intercom, something caught his eyes.

Bushū Angel is an extremely short person for her age (in Ichigo's perspective) but there was just something about her that made her distinguishable from a crowd of people. Her unique eyes? The sweet scent from her hair? The annoying antics she did when she was mad? Well, there were a lot of possible reasons but one thing was for sure: no matter how short she was or hidden among a huge crowd of people, Ichigo will ALWAYS be able to find her.

And this time was no different, except…

There were four punks hitting on her. Oh, they were literally asking for an early death.

"Look here sweetie, we just want you to join us for a little party we're going to have down by the beach."

"I said 'no,'" Angel said to him with her icy voice, her chin held up high as if she was staring down at a piece of insect. "Go before you get in trouble."

One of the punks, who had his hair in cornrows, smirked at her as he stepped closer to her. He then grabbed a lock of her dark hair between his fingers and started playing with it. "You sure are feisty. Just come along with us. You're obviously alone right now with nothing else to do so let's go have some fun."

Another dumbass with blonde bleached hair stepped next to Angel and snickered next to her ear. "You should feel honored that we're asking you to join us. Most girls would die to get this opportunity."

"Then go grab one of them," Angel glared at him, swapping away the hand that was still twirling her lock of her hair, "And I'm not alone."

"Oh, is your family here?" he asked, "Do you have a sister? If she's hot as you then you can bring her along too."

"No," she stepped away from him, "I'm here with my boyfriend. So leave before he sees you. I'm actually giving you dumbasses an opportunity to live so take it before it's too late."

The four men looked at each other before bursting into laughter. "What kind of boyfriend leaves his woman alone on this festively night? And how will he be able to go against the four of us? Why don't you just dump him and come party with us?"

The one with the cornrows bent down and whispered next to her ear, "I promise to give you the best night of your life."

"Not while I'm still alive."

Before Angel could turn around, an arm came around her waist and pulled her away from the man that was just whispering in her ear. She let out a startled gasped and looked up.

"I suggest you leave now before I decide to rip your heads off your shoulders, painfully," Ichigo threatened with a look that said he was ready to kill. Anyone would have been quickly scared by his look and dark tone of voice, but to Angel, he never looked more attractive.

One of the guys looked between Angel and Ichigo several times before smirking. "Him? He's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Ichigo glared as he brought Angel behind him to hide her from their sneezy glances.

"Actually, I do," he said as his smirked disappeared and he walked straight up to Ichigo, "We're going to a party and we just wanted her to come along. So get out of our way."

This time Ichigo smirked. "Why should I? She doesn't want to go with you so just leave her alone."

"Sorry, but when I want something I always get it," he growled as he reached his arm out to push Ichigo away. But as he went to grab Angel, Ichigo's fist came up in a flash and went straight to his face.

"AH!" several people screamed around them as the guy fell backwards with a bloody nose.

The blonde guy looked down in shock. "Dude, you okay?"

But the idiot was too busy squirming in pain as he held onto his nose. "Fucking bastard! You broke my nose!"

"No shit," Ichigo said, "That was the whole point of punching you."

Angel tried to pretend like a damsel in distress but she just couldn't stop a grin from tugging on her lips at seeing the dumbass in pain. He deserved every bit of it.

The other three looked up and gritted their teeth at Ichigo. "You're going to pay for that!" they screamed at him.

Ichigo kept his smirk on his face as he looked at them with interest. "Then come at me with all you got. It's been awhile since I got to use my muscles so this'll be a good exercise." He shifted his body into a slight fighting stance. He wasn't going to make a move until one of these guys moved first.

"Fucking bastard," the fourth person cursed before going straight at Ichigo with a raised fist.

-Several seconds later-

Angel looked back in complete innocence to see the four guys that were hitting on her only a few minutes ago, piled on top of each other with their soul literally seeping out from their unconscious body. "I think you might have overdone it," she commented.

Ichigo shook his head as he dusted his hands. "I actually went easy on them. Besides, it's their fault for coming on to me with raised fists. I've been conditioned to fight back whenever fists are aimed at me since I was a kid."

Angel grinned as she stepped faster to walk next to him as they went further and further away from the pile of the 'dead.' "Are you sure that's the only reason? Or were you trying to protect me?"

Ichigo glanced at her before snorting. "Please, I know you too well to know you don't need anyone to protect you."

Angel laughed. "But you still did come and get me."

"Only because I can't move out all your shit back at my place," he teased, earning him a glare from Angel. He chuckled. "Just think of this as a way of retuning the favor for what you did for me several days ago at the beach."

Angel smirked as they continued walking aimlessly through the festival. "I wonder what might have happened if you didn't come in time."

Ichigo thought about this for a second before replying. "You most likely would have either beaten them up or followed them."

Angel frowned. "What makes you think I would have gone with them? If you didn't see it, I was obviously trying to get rid of them."

Ichigo sighed as they came out of the bright street and walked off towards a secluded area close to the beach. "You just don't know about those kinds of guys. They most likely would have tried and catch you off guard before dragging you off to a corner."

"Why are you always saying something like that? I'm not going to get jumped on," Angel scoffed.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "You should still be careful. I heard way too many stories of young girls getting attacked even though their karate-masters."

"Psch, then you should go tell that to Jane," Angel crossed her arms. She looked around as they reached the top of a hill and looked out into the beach where several people were playing with fireworks. "Nothing is going to happen to me so don't worry so much."

Ichigo sighed. "Well if you insist. Just don't come crying to me when somebody jumps on you and starts kissing you."

This time Angel rolled her eyes. "Nobody is going to kiss me. I'd kill them if they come too close to me."

"It sounds like you've never been kissed," Ichigo smirked.

"…" Angel kept her mouth shut as she looked out into the ocean.

Ichigo looked down at her, wondering why she hadn't said anything back at him yet when it hit him. "You never been kissed, huh?" his smirk grew.

"Why do you care?" she snarled and looked away.

But Ichigo could see the definite blush on her face. "Aw, is somebody shy?" he teased.

"Shut up!" she screeched at him, turning around to hide her face but Ichigo walked over until he was right in front of her. "Why are you so persistent to know?!"

"Because you're just making me curious. And if you have kissed, you wouldn't be this pissed."

Angel's left eye started to twitch. "Fine! I never been kissed before, happy! Why do you care so much?! It's not like you ever kissed someone!"

"Now who's curious?" he teased, poking her head with his finger.

Angel swapped his hand away. "I wasn't asking."

Ichigo smirked. "Still, I'm not as inexperienced as you, if that's what you meant."

"What?" she stared at him, "You actually had a girl before?"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Why are you making it sound like it's impossible? I am an adult," he said before grunting a little as he rummaged through his brain for the past. "I guess you could say I was in some sort of relationship but it wasn't long. Heck I don't even now how it started but I ended it really fast. Since then I've been avoiding girls."

"Why? Did she rape you and scar you for life or something?" she asked sarcastically.

Ichigo lightly flicked her forehead. "Don't be stupid. You're just bothered with the fact you haven't been kissed yet. I bet it's all because of your sexual tension piling up in you. You should read some stuff from Freud."

Angel blushed and pushed him away from her. "As if! And why does it matter if I haven't had a kiss yet?! It's not like it's the end of the world!"

"It can be seen that way since you're most likely the only one among your age group that hasn't gotten kissed yet," Ichigo snickered.

"Shut up!" she yelled at him, her blush full on. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout. "And that's not true!"

"Sure it isn't," Ichigo chuckled, "I bet it bothers you ever time one of your friends talk about their kissing experiences. Heck, I even know Jane had her kiss too."

"How would you even know that?" she asked.

"Because I knew the guy she kissed. He used to go to her dojo," Ichigo shrugged, "But that's beside the point. The problem here is that your lips are still a 'virgin,'" he pressed his finger against her lips.

Angel blushed before pushing him away. "It's not a problem! And it's not like it's a big deal!"

"If it isn't then why haven't you kissed anyone yet?" Ichigo smirked.

"B-be-because!"

"Because what?" he pestered.

Angel glared at him, biting her lower lip with full anger. "Fine! If it's such a big deal then here!" Before Ichigo could figure out what she was about to do, Angel grabbed the front of his black wife-beater and yanked him down to her height before smashing her lips fully against him.

Everything happened way too fast for Ichigo to react or even comprehend what was happening. One moment he was teasing her just for fun because her blush was too cute. But now, with his eyes wide open, he was looking directly at Angel's tightly shut eyes as her lips pressed against his. They were both stiff, not really sure what was going on.

She's kissing me…Ichigo thought to himself, Bushū Angel is actually kissing me!

But she was too stiff with her lower lip slightly trembling with innocence. It was too cute for him to just stay still anymore. Just as he was about to respond, Angel quickly pulled away and covered her lips and her blush with a raised arm.

"There's the stupid kiss you kept making fun of! I hope you're satisfied," she yelled at him before quickly turning around to walk away. She was too embarrassed at what she just did. Heck, she didn't even know why she did it in the first place.

But Ichigo was growling deep in his throat. There was no way he was going to end it this way. "Oi."

"WHAT?!" Angel turned around with the most menacing look but it quickly melted away like a stick of butter on frying pan when Ichigo grabbed both sides of her face and smashed his lips against hers.

At first she stood rigid, eyes wide open, completely shocked at what was happening. But once it started registering, she shut her eyes tightly and tried to push him away.

"Ichi—mmph!"

When Ichigo heard his name escaping her lips it told him she was still too sane against him so he pressed his lips even harder, bringing out his tongue to lick across her shaking lips.

Angel couldn't suppress the small whimper when she felt his wet muscle coming out between his lips and trying to enter her own mouth. She tried to fight him off, though with only half the effort of before, but gasped when one of Ichigo's hands snaked around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. Taking the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Ichigo delved his tongue deep and thick into her mouth and allowed himself to groan at the back of his throat. He was tasting her sweet taste in her hot orifice and it was slowly driving him crazy.

Any of Angel's remaining thought of pushing Ichigo away flew out of her mind along with her sanity the moment she felt his tongue against her own. As his tongue teased her own to join him in a fierce battle, she felt her knees going weak. Her grip on his shoulders tightened to keep herself up.

Ichigo moved his mouth and tongue fiercely against Angel's, not sure how this all started. He was making fun of her about never having kissed anyone when she suddenly pressed her lips against him, shaking as sign of uncertainty. But when she pulled back before he had a change to respond, Ichigo felt an unsatisfying feeling bubbling up from his stomach. So he just grabbed her and from there allowed his body to take over his brain.

Sometimes, it's best to just go with the moment, especially if you're kissing someone like Bushū Angel.

There was no way this was Angel's first kiss. Ichigo had to use all that he could to keep up the battle against her. Their tongues met and massaged against each other, and now, teeth were involved. She might have said she never kissed before but she was matching him just too well that he was getting annoyed. If she really did kiss someone else before, he was going to rip that bastard's tongue out if he meets him. But he was going to trust Angel and take in the pleasure of being the first to taste her sweetness.

Angel did NOT know what she was doing. Like Ichigo, she was merely going with instincts, but who would have thought it would be this direct?

After several minutes of hot, all-out-war between their mouths Angel finally pulled back when the lack of air became too much. When Ichigo felt her pulling away, he leaned forward to nip at her swollen lips a few more times before letting it slip out. He brought his chin back but left his forehead against hers as they both took deep breathes to calm their erratic hearts.

Ichigo's thumb, which was still on one side of her face, started making small circular motion to massage her tight jaw. "Hey," he breathed out.

Angel took in a deep breath and let out a small chuckle. "Don't tell me you did all that just to say that," she joked.

This time Ichigo chuckled as he lightly brushed his lips against hers. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. "Hey," he repeated.

Angel looked up at him and smiled back. "Hey."

"OI!"

The two dropped their grips on each other and turned around to see Megan waving at them from below the hill.

"STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME AN 'AUNT' AND HURRY UP AND COME DOWN HERE!"

Ichigo groaned. "ALRIGHT!" he shouted back at her before looking down at Angel. "Ready to go?" he extended his hand again.

Angel looked at his open hand and smiled sweetly before placing her hand on top of it. But this time, their fingers intertwined perfectly against each other as Ichigo led them down the hill to where his family was waiting in the sand.

"Oi."

Ichigo looked over to see Angel smiling at him with a wide smile.

"Thanks for bringing me here," she grinned.

Ichigo smirked before turning around and continuing his way to the beach. "No problem, midget."