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zinjadu can cook like no one's business (except maybe those eating XD). ON TO CHRISTMAS!
And, hey, fic. BABYFIC. I AM SO SORRY. I blamezinjadu and miss_arel for all of it. ("I regret nothing! I lived as few men dare dreeeeeam!") Beware the bouncing baby strawberry, s'all I gotta say. (Art by the lovely and talented miss_arel
There's probably a special hell for this too, isn't there.
New Clothes
Bleach -- implied Ichigo/Orihime
647 words
Ichigo is less than pleased by wardrobe additions in his house.
+++++
"Let me get this straight," said Ichigo.
"Mm?" Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose, in the way he'd perfected over the years, so that the reflection off the lenses hid his eyes perfectly. In his other hand, the cup of coffee was perfectly balanced. "What is it now, Kurosaki?"
"My wife," said Ichigo, "asked you to do this."
"Inoue-san and I were in the sewing club together for many years," Ishida said. "Even now, she has great confidence in my skills."
Ichigo twitched. "First," he said, "she's not 'Inoue,' and she hasn't been for ten years.
"Second. She asked for this."
"Well, yes." Ishida shrugged. "She seemed to think it would be cute."
They both turned their heads as a small bundle, dressed as a fat strawberry, came dashing by, shrieking at the top of his lungs. It crashed into a wall and bounced off, overbalancing to land on its back.
"Besides," said Ishida, "you obviously don't understand the brilliance of my ideas." He pointed to the bundle, who seemed to finally realize its position and was beginning to wriggle. "Padding. A three year old child is a danger to himself and those around him."
"He's a kid, Ishida. Not a Hollow." Ichigo walked over, and looked down at the little boy. "Oi, squirt. You okay?"
Kengyuu blinked up at him. "Papaaaaaaaaa," he said, and flailed his arms and legs. "Papaaaaa, I can't get UP."
"Oh," said Ichigo. "Need help?"
"No!" said Kengyuu. "Yes! Papa, I can't get up."
"Yeah, you said." Ichigo reached down, and grabbed one of the little boy's hands, pulling him up. With the bulkiness of the strawberry costume, it took a little more effort than he'd expected. "Don't go running into walls. It'll scramble your brains."
Kengyuu stared at him with huge eyes. "Really?"
"Really," Ichigo said. There was only a small shock of fuzzy orange hair visible under the leafy part of the strawberry costume, but he scuffled the top of the kid's head anyway. Kengyuu shrieked giggling protest and batted at his hands. "Go harass your sister or something. But not too much, or she'll complain."
"Okaaaaaaaaay," Kengyuu said, and dashed off at top speed, which meant crashing into the doorframe briefly as he went through; Ichigo watched him go and thought that the energy had to come from his mother -- because hell if Ichigo would admit that anything of his own old man ended up in his son.
"And anyway, Ishida," he said. "Strawberries."
"It seemed like the obvious choice," said Ishida.
"You trying to pick a fight?"
"Inoue-san likes them."
"That ain't the point." Ichigo turned to Ishida and cracked his knuckles. "The point is that you dressed my kid up as a giant strawberry."
"It's a perfectly functional costume," Ishida said. "Your sister would probably like it as well."
"Yeah, and sometimes Yuzu's taste is fucking weird." Ichigo didn't look appeased. "Bastard."
"There's no need to be petty," said Ishida. "... Your daughter's dress will probably be finished by the end of this week."
"My-- her what?!"
"Inoue-san asked me to make a matching set." And Ishida tipped his head just so, hiding his eyes behind his glasses -- but the smile on his face was the sort made Ichigo's skin itch like the anticipation of an attack. "I think she'll be pleased with the results, if I do say so myself."
"You--"
"PAPAAAAAAA, I CAN'T GET UUUUUUUUUP!"
He'd already turned and taken two steps on instinct before he made himself stop, glaring over his shoulder at Ishida. "We're not done," he half-growled.
"PAPAAAAAAAAAAA! NEECHAN IS KICKING MEEEEEEE!"
"I'm sure it isn't," Ishid said, and he was still doing the glasses thing. "I'll let myself out."
"Yeah, you -- you do that," Ichigo muttered, then sprinted off when Kengyuu wailed again.
Next time, he thought sourly, he'd let Orihime deal with the bastard.
--end--
(As a postscript -- in Tanabata, the Weaving Maiden Star is Orihime, and the Herder Boy Star is Kengyuu. Hence, I try to be smrtz or something.)
Thanksgiving was awesome♥
zinjadu can cook like no one's business (except maybe those eating XD). ON TO CHRISTMAS!And, hey, fic. BABYFIC. I AM SO SORRY. I blame
zinjadu and miss_arel for all of it. ("I regret nothing! I lived as few men dare dreeeeeam!") Beware the bouncing baby strawberry, s'all I gotta say. (Art by the lovely and talented miss_arelThere's probably a special hell for this too, isn't there.
New Clothes
Bleach -- implied Ichigo/Orihime
647 words
Ichigo is less than pleased by wardrobe additions in his house.
+++++
"Let me get this straight," said Ichigo.
"Mm?" Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose, in the way he'd perfected over the years, so that the reflection off the lenses hid his eyes perfectly. In his other hand, the cup of coffee was perfectly balanced. "What is it now, Kurosaki?"
"My wife," said Ichigo, "asked you to do this."
"Inoue-san and I were in the sewing club together for many years," Ishida said. "Even now, she has great confidence in my skills."
Ichigo twitched. "First," he said, "she's not 'Inoue,' and she hasn't been for ten years.
"Second. She asked for this."
"Well, yes." Ishida shrugged. "She seemed to think it would be cute."
They both turned their heads as a small bundle, dressed as a fat strawberry, came dashing by, shrieking at the top of his lungs. It crashed into a wall and bounced off, overbalancing to land on its back.
"Besides," said Ishida, "you obviously don't understand the brilliance of my ideas." He pointed to the bundle, who seemed to finally realize its position and was beginning to wriggle. "Padding. A three year old child is a danger to himself and those around him."
"He's a kid, Ishida. Not a Hollow." Ichigo walked over, and looked down at the little boy. "Oi, squirt. You okay?"
Kengyuu blinked up at him. "Papaaaaaaaaa," he said, and flailed his arms and legs. "Papaaaaa, I can't get UP."
"Oh," said Ichigo. "Need help?"
"No!" said Kengyuu. "Yes! Papa, I can't get up."
"Yeah, you said." Ichigo reached down, and grabbed one of the little boy's hands, pulling him up. With the bulkiness of the strawberry costume, it took a little more effort than he'd expected. "Don't go running into walls. It'll scramble your brains."
Kengyuu stared at him with huge eyes. "Really?"
"Really," Ichigo said. There was only a small shock of fuzzy orange hair visible under the leafy part of the strawberry costume, but he scuffled the top of the kid's head anyway. Kengyuu shrieked giggling protest and batted at his hands. "Go harass your sister or something. But not too much, or she'll complain."
"Okaaaaaaaaay," Kengyuu said, and dashed off at top speed, which meant crashing into the doorframe briefly as he went through; Ichigo watched him go and thought that the energy had to come from his mother -- because hell if Ichigo would admit that anything of his own old man ended up in his son.
"And anyway, Ishida," he said. "Strawberries."
"It seemed like the obvious choice," said Ishida.
"You trying to pick a fight?"
"Inoue-san likes them."
"That ain't the point." Ichigo turned to Ishida and cracked his knuckles. "The point is that you dressed my kid up as a giant strawberry."
"It's a perfectly functional costume," Ishida said. "Your sister would probably like it as well."
"Yeah, and sometimes Yuzu's taste is fucking weird." Ichigo didn't look appeased. "Bastard."
"There's no need to be petty," said Ishida. "... Your daughter's dress will probably be finished by the end of this week."
"My-- her what?!"
"Inoue-san asked me to make a matching set." And Ishida tipped his head just so, hiding his eyes behind his glasses -- but the smile on his face was the sort made Ichigo's skin itch like the anticipation of an attack. "I think she'll be pleased with the results, if I do say so myself."
"You--"
"PAPAAAAAAA, I CAN'T GET UUUUUUUUUP!"
He'd already turned and taken two steps on instinct before he made himself stop, glaring over his shoulder at Ishida. "We're not done," he half-growled.
"PAPAAAAAAAAAAA! NEECHAN IS KICKING MEEEEEEE!"
"I'm sure it isn't," Ishid said, and he was still doing the glasses thing. "I'll let myself out."
"Yeah, you -- you do that," Ichigo muttered, then sprinted off when Kengyuu wailed again.
Next time, he thought sourly, he'd let Orihime deal with the bastard.
--end--
(As a postscript -- in Tanabata, the Weaving Maiden Star is Orihime, and the Herder Boy Star is Kengyuu. Hence, I try to be smrtz or something.)
