A/N: Last chapter! There may be an epilogue after this, depending on how it goes. So we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or make profit off of this.

"We're going home today!" Mashiro sang as she threw her things into her suitcase wildly. "We're going home and I get to see Kensei!"

Hiyori was already all packed, as was Lisa. "Mashiro, hurry up!" Hiyori snapped. She had likely never been more excited to go home, and everyone could tell. Her extra short temper was a sure sign of it.

"Make sure you have all your things." Lisa sighed. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to have to face Rose, not now, not ever. Maybe she'd drop the girls at the door and ding-dong ditch. No, she wasn't that much of a coward. Pessimist, probably, but coward no. Still, it seemed like a good idea sometimes.

"We do." Hiyori grumbled. "Can we just get the hell out of here?" She sat on her suitcase, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hiyori, wait for Mashiro to finish packing and then we'll sign out at the front desk." Lisa said evenly, even though she could feel a major headache coming on. All she could do was hope that the guys hadn't planned anything too wild for their coming back. She never could guess with them.

"I'm done!" Mashiro forced her suitcase shut and zipped it. "Let's go!" She was practically bouncing off the walls, and sadly, Lisa had seen her do that literally.

They checked out, and then Lisa hauled the girls and their luggage out, hailing a cab.

As soon as they were in the taxi, Mashiro babbling incessantly, Hiyori grumbling under her breath about Mashiro needing to get her ass kicked, Lisa knew the ride home would be especially long.

"Ladies!" Love opened the door for them. "So glad you're home safe and sound!" He ushered them inside, chattering and laughing the whole time.

Mashiro dropped her luggage and ran to Kensei, who was sitting on the couch. Throwing herself on his lap and eliciting a grunt from the man, who after the shock wore off, wrapped his arms around her just a little possessively. Lisa tried her hardest not to smirk. That was definitely worth spending three days in the pits of hell.

Hiyori stood awkwardly in the front hall, looking around. But when Shinji appeared in the door of his room, she used Shunpo to get in front of him, then grabbed his tie and yanked him down to her level.

"Yes?" Shinji asked, now very close to Hiyori's face. "Do you need something, Hiyori?"

"You're an idiot." Hiyori shook her head, but she kissed him full on the lips for a good four seconds before she ran off to her room, blushing all the while.

All in all, Lisa's plan had worked. Still, she was a little sad that Rose hadn't even attempted to greet her. Sighing, she grabbed her suitcase and heaved it into her room. Blinking, she saw a stack of new erotic manga on her bed, along with a handful of swimsuit magazines. She hesitated as she dropped her suitcase, why would he do this? Lisa hesitated to actually touch the manga, worried that would be seen as affirming her feelings for Rose that weren't-... oh, God, they were there. All the signs were there, she had called him instead of fighting with Mashiro. She was sad that he didn't want her back, and disappointed that he didn't greet her. And here she was, thinking about all the panel-by-panel pictures, practically guides inside the erotic manga that she really wanted to try them out with him. Either she was a whore, or she was still in love with. And since she'd only ever been with one man, being a whore was out of the question.

"Did you have a good time?" Rose's voice made her turn. He stood in the doorway, smiling softly at her. "You look exhausted."

Change topic. Change topic, Lisa. "Did you leave me these?" Lisa made a vague motion at the manga and swimsuit magazines.

"I did." Rose nodded.

"Thank you." Lisa's grim tone said nothing for the appreciative words. "What do you expect in return?"

"For you to think about us." Rose turned, and started to walk away. "That's all." He disappeared down the hall.

Lisa needed a nap. She desperately needed a nap, or a drink. Maybe a drink to help her get to sleep and stay asleep. She sprawled herself on her bed, being careful not to knock over the reading material.

After scanning a few of the beginnings of a few erotic manga, she finally drifted off.

A few hours later, she awoke to giggling in the living room and a very surprised Rose Otoribashi standing in her doorway. Hoping her embarrassing dream hadn't bled out her lips wasn't enough when she saw the look on Rose's face.

"It's not over, is it?" Rose asked, eyeing the erotic manga sprawled all across the bed, blanketing Lisa.

"Was it ever over?" Lisa asked dryly. She sat up, trying to create some semblance of organization with the manga.

"No." Rose smiled and shook his head. "It was never over between us."

Lisa stared at the manga in her hands. "Yeah. You're right."

The day the fighting ended in the vizard warehouse, the day Lisa and Rose got back together, and the day peace became the usual, were all rolled up in one. And that was the day that one couple reformed, and two couples began to bud.

And all because of three days of separation.

A/N: I'm all done here, no epilogue needed! Special thanks to The Rish for all her support for this story. And what did everyone think?