|Birthday Gift for Lee!
||[Nov. 28th, 2005|12:58 pm]
Dignified Squee-- Writing Community of the Insane
|||||Reason- Tamaki Nami||]|
Yep, it's afromatic's birthday today, so I wish him lots of love, happiness, kickassiness aaaaaand... um. Anything that doesn't involve me and Shini in compromising positions. XD
Thanks to luminamon for providing a prompt for this! ^^;;
Title: The Problems with Post-Its (okay, so I suck at titles. Lemme alone. x.x)
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach; Ichigo/Rukia
Notes: For afromatic on his birthday! Happy birthday, Lee!
Summary: Rukia discovers the joys of Post-It notes, but hasn't QUITE figured out the nuances.
"Post-Its?" Rukia repeated, for what had to have been the fifth time, eyeing the little pad of yellow paper with child-like curiosity as she perched cross-legged on the bed in Yuzu's borrowed pajamas. "You... use these for reminders."
Ichigo refrained from rolling his eyes. "I already told you that! You write something on them, and then you stick them somewhere where you know you'll look to remind you. Now will you go to sleep? If Yuzu and Karin wake up and see you're missing..."
"But they come in COLORS, Ichigo!" Dark violet eyes were wide with the endless possibilites of rainbow notes, glancing at the three other pads she held in her hand. "Your dad said I could keep them! Look, this one's pink! And this one's blue!"
"And you're about to be BLACK and blue if you don't get out of here and let me go to sleep!" Ichigo scowled half-heartedly at the petite shinigami, running a hand through already disheveled spikes. "Couldn't you have waited 'til morning?"
He sighed, pointing at the door. "OUT."
Rukia obediently went, and the boy yawned, hiding a grin behind his hand as he settled down for a (hopefully uninterrupted) long sleep. It never failed to amuse him how much joy and awe Rukia possessed when it came to simple every-day household items, like a stapler or the potato peeler. (Orihime and Ishida had been over to do some touch-ups on Kon, and the former had almost convinced Rukia that the peeler was actually the secret weapon of the winged squirrels in their attempts to bring justice to the rodent race until Ishida had nobly sacrificed his appetite and dignity by distracting her with talk of cranberry-oatmeal chive cookies.)
Ichigo eventually drifted off, failing to notice that Rukia had left the door open... just a crack, but it would make no sound if someone should merely chance to push upon it and regain entrance to the room and its occupant.
The next morning, Ichigo awoke to found himself plastered with exactly seventy-two colored notes with various notes scrawled on them, such as "Watch Magical Bunny Warrior Mizuki on Saturday", "Brush Renji's hair; he's not taking proper care of it", and "Do more Hollow training with Ichigo".
"RUKIA, YOU BIT--"
"Kurosaki-kuuuun, your language~!" Rukia peered into the room, pressing her hands to her mouth in mock-horror. "I don't know if my delicate ears can handle it!"
"Cut the sparkly crap and get these off me!"
Rukia raised an eyebrow at him, allowing her perky voice to lapse back into its normal speaking pattern. "You said to stick them on some place where I'd know I'd look."
"So what, you're always looking at me?"
She didn't say anything, just sighed and walked over, plucking one of the notes ("Apologize to Ichigo for waking him up") off his arm. Ichigo didn't press her any further for an answer, and helped her. The awkward silence soon faded, to be replaced by their usual bickering, although it was a lot more lighthearted than usual.
Rukia, however, let the "Kick Me, I'm Stupid" Post-It remain on his back in retribution for his jibe at her sparkling skills.
Ah, I loves me my snark. ^^;; Just a warning, I probably won't get to requests for awhile... too many Secret Santas and birthdays coming up! @.@