Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed even more to the center as he started weaving through the crowd. He side stepped kids and/or dogs that came flying at him, he had to watch for feet sticking out from under huge, colorful umbrellas and he had to walk quickly to avoid all the cat-calls directed at him.
"Hey there cutie, wanna come over here and put some oil on my back?"
"Nice hair. But I think it'll look better if you placed it next to mine, in bed."
"Why, don't you have a nice looking ass?"
"Hey, what's 'your' flavor?"
"Wanna play a game with me? I pretend to be drowning and you perform CPR on me."
"Hey dude, which way do you swing? Because if you swing the other way then I would like to take you out sometime."
"Hey sweetie. Wanna come here and play with me under this big umbrella?"
Ichigo groaned as he tried to ignore all the horrible pick up lines that were coming from women-and some men-young and old alike. This was one of the reasons why he didn't like going to the beach: too many sluts came after him. Heck, once a girl started hitting on him and her boyfriend came, accusing him for trying to steal his girl!
Of course Ichigo had to beat the shit out of the guy and left him half buried in the sand. And without even glancing at the girl, he left the beach, ignoring his friends who were trying to bring him back to their drinking party.
Ichigo let out an irritated sigh when he heard the nth cat-call from the women around him. Seriously, he just wanted to find the girls and get out!
But one brave woman in her twenties stepped in front of him, stopping him from going anywhere. "Hey, what's your name?" she battered her eyelids as she placed a finger on his exposed chest and started making random patterns on him.
Ichigo, with his hands in his short pockets, looked down at the blonde bimbo in front of him with an un-amused look. "Move," he ordered.
"Oh, a bit of a bad boy, huh?" she winked at him before stepping closer to press her silicone boobs against him, "I bet you're even feistier in bed."
His eye started to twitch. "Move or else," he growled dangerously at her.
The woman was slightly taken aback for a second by the ice in his tone, but kept her position against him, running her hand dangerously close to the waistband of his shorts. "Stop trying to play 'hard-to-get.' I'm the type to always get the man I want so there's no need to try so hard." Her fingers were starting to play with the strings on the waistband but she gasped when Ichigo's hand caught her wrist.
He brought it up and held it tightly in his grip, causing the girl to whine a little in pain. "I thought I told you to move." He released his hand and the woman took it back, nursing her aching wrist.
"What the hell?!" she glared at him, "I should have you arrested for manhandling me."
"I hope you know it was you who made a move on me," Ichigo replied, "I should be the one to call you for sexual harassment."
The woman's left eye started to twitch in irritation. "Are you gay or something? Why else would you not be tempted by me?!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Just because I'm not desperate like most of the perverts here doesn't make me gay. I already have someone so don't even bother."
The woman raised a brow. "You have a girl?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Who?" she suddenly asked.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Why should I tell you? It's not like you'd know who she is even if I tell you."
The girl glared. "I just want to see how good she is to have you wrapped around her finger so tightly that you're not even a bit aroused by me. So, who is she?"
"Me."
Ichigo's head snapped to the side when he heard the third voice. But the moment his eyes landed on hers, his calm demeanor disappeared.
Angel was glaring at him with red blaring eyes.
"An-Angel," Ichigo stuttered, "H-how long have you been there?"
"Long enough," she snarled before turning her glare to the woman who was still in front of Ichigo. She walked over to the other two and stood in front of Ichigo, facing the woman who was barely taller than her. "Why are you bothering him when he told you to 'move'?"
The woman took a step back before laughing. "Her?" she pointed at Angel before looking back up at Ichigo, "This is the girl that literally has you down on your knees?"
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. I never said anything like that.
Angel glare became even more menacing. "You have a problem with that?" she growled.
The woman stopped laughing and looked down at Angel who was only three inches shorter than her. "Actually, yes I do. That guy-" she pointed at Ichigo, "-deserves a woman who can give him the time of his life. There's no way he'd be satisfied with the likes of you. So why don't you just go home and play with your dollies whiles the adults have some fun." She placed a hand on Angel's shoulder to push her away, but Angel had other plans.
The moment she felt the newly manicured hand on her shoulder, Angel grabbed the wrist and twisted her arm back, pinning the woman down on her knees.
"AH! LET GO YOU BITCH!" The woman screamed.
"Sorry, but I have no intention of just sitting around to see a dumbass bitch like you try and take my man!" Angel yelled at her before pushing the woman away. "Now don't you dare show yourself in front of us again or else I'll pop those things you call 'breasts,'" Angel threatened. She dusted off her hands as she watched the woman scrambled to her feet and run away wailing out loud. "Eugh, her cries sounds like a dying crow," she cringed.
"Nicely done, Angel," Megan whistled, clapping her hands in applaud as she came from behind.
"Thanks," Angel grinned at her before glaring up at Ichigo.
He didn't know why but he immediately put his hands up and shook his head. "I seriously did NOT hit on her."
Angel rolled her eyes. "I know. I thought I told you I was here long enough to see everything." She looked at him and frowned. "Though I am a bit shocked you didn't fall for her tactics."
"What do you mean?" Ichigo asked.
Angel shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, she was attractive, if you get past her attitude, but-"
"Angel-neesan! Don't say that," Megumi came up to her with her puppy eyes, "Don't doubt oniichan's love for you! It can conquer all the bad people in this world!"
Angel looked at Megumi with a strained smile. "O-of course, Megumi. You're right."
Megan smirked as she looked at her brother and spoke so only he could hear her. "But I think that blondie was right about one thing."
Ichigo raised a brow. "What's that?"
Megan nodded towards Angel. "That she practically has you wrapped around her finger."
"What?!" Ichigo shouted, "That's not true! That midget is a fucking-"
"Ichigo! Shut up and let's go!" Angel yelled at him as she followed Megumi's lead towards an ice cream stall. Ichigo immediately shut his mouth.
Megumi smirked. "See?"
The orange head glared at her before he followed Angel through the crowded beach. "Shut up," he growled while his sister snickered beside him.
"ICHIGO!" Angel shouted at him while reading the different flavors.
His scowl deepened. She doesn't control me! I'm not whipped-
"ICHIGO! I want the strawberry one!" she shouted back at him and he was already in the middle of pulling out his wallet.
Okay, so maybe he was a little whipped.