Just some Yumichika and Yachiru one-shots about Yachiru scarring Yumi *Evil laugh* :D .
Enjoy! This is... The Drawing.
Disclaimer: I do not and probably will never own Bleach because I'm so poor I wouldn't be able to fund any of that. I can't even afford pencils, Just kidding! :D (Maybe)
Yumichika walked in the Eleventh Division Training Field looking wonderfully beautiful as always.
"La la la la!" Yachiru lay on the floor drawing something slightly grotesque looking.
"What are you doing Yachiru-chan?" Yumichika sat next to her making sure to properly place his hakama so it wouldn't wrinkle.
"I'm drawing us!" Yumichika looked down at the picture and made a repulsed noise at the childish drawing of Kenpachi, Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Yachiru with awkward scary surprisingly detailed bodies.
"I-it's...wonderful." Yumichika said through his clenched teeth.
"I know fruity-chan!" Yumichika frowned at the nickname but said nothing as to not anger the little girl.
"What is that?" Yumichika looked what she was drawing and couldn't tell who she was drawing it on.
"It's your girly feather things." Yachiru told him completely devoted to finishing her picture.
"Are me and Ikkaku kissing?" Yumichika studied the picture squinting his eyes.
"Yep!" Yachiru piped.
Yumichika cringed it looked like they were merged together.
"Why are you bigger and in the front?" Yumichika asked the girl again.
"Because I am obviously the biggest, duh!" Yachiru laughed "Fruity-chan is so dumb." she laughed.
Yumichika couldn't take it, he ran out and promptly began to find the nearest reflection to make sure he was still beautiful and that he did not resemble the thing on that horrendous drawing.
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When she finished her drawing Kenpachi had on one of the low ranks hang it up.
Every time Yumichika passes by the drawing he has panic attack and passes out.
Poor Yumi.