Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! Or even a cowboy suit!
Summary:
Alright, I got the idea for this from a friend of mine. We were joking around about Ichigo and his hollow, when she asked me if Hollow Ichigo could tell what cloths Ichigo was wearing from inside his inner world. I told her that I wasn't completely certain, but I was pretty sure he could. So she said to pretend that he couldn't, and then…well, let's just say the outcome of the conversation inspired me to write this. This worthless, stupid humor themed drabble. . I hope you enjoy it, and remember, when you read it, try to pretend that Ichigo's hollow can't see what he's wearing! Thanks!
Story:
"Shit!" Ichigo yelled as he was hit and sent flying by the hollow he was fighting.
"You're getting your ass kicked! Just let me fight it!" His hollow yelled in annoyance.
"Wait, I'm not sure that's a really good i-" but before he could finish, he was pushed back and into his inner world.
His hollow sneered inwardly at Ichigo, pleased to be in control. "Now watch and learn, Ichigo." He turned to the enemy hollow. "I'm gonna ki-" Hollow Ichigo stopped and looked down at himself. He was quiet for a minute, with a look of utter confusion on his face. Finally, he regained his voice, and looking freaked out, he yelled, "What the hell are we wearin'?! Is this…IS THIS A COWBOY OUTFIT?!"
Inside his inner world, Ichigo put his hands over his face, mortified. "I knew you wouldn't like it," he muttered.
"Well, no DUH I don't like it!! Why the hell are we dressed like this?!"
"I always thought…I looked cool…dressed as a cowboy," Ichigo admitted reluctantly.
Hollow Ichigo did an anime sweatdrop. "Wait a sec-" he reached behind him to were Zangetsu should be, only to find the sword gone. In a panic, he reached down beside him, and his hands closed around what felt like a hilt. "Why'd ya start wearin' Zangetsu on the side?" he asked Ichigo as he pulled it out.
"Actually, umm, the thing is-" he was cut off, again, this time by a startled yell from his hollow.
He looked down at Zangetsu, for he was sure it was Zangetsu; but the sword had taken on…taken on…the shape of an old western gun. "That's it!" he yelled, throwing his hands up into the air. He glared at the confused enemy hollow. "Wait here, we'll be right back in a moment. Just let us go get on some freakin' suitable cloths."
Ichigo grumbled about how the cloths were completely suitable, but made no other protests. Then, in a flash, his hollow had tightly tied the other hollow to a tree with some string that God only knows where it came from.
"Just to make sure you don't try leavin' why we're gone, got it?" he smirked at the hollow's perplexed expression, then turned and raced off.
"Why can't you just fight it in the outfit I already have on?!" Ichigo complained.
"Because, I refuse to kill even a weak hollow like that in this stupid getup; it would permanently damage my honor."
"Like hollows have honor," Ichigo mumbled, causing his hollow more irritation.
"From now on," he said exasperatedly as he ran to find the nearest store that sold cloths, "I get to pick what we wear in the morning."
A/N: Yep, I told you it was a worthless, stupid humor themed drabble! But I hoped you enjoyed it anyway! Please message, vote, rate, etc.!! See ya!