Title: Strawberry Cake
Series: Bleach
Pairing: IchixIshi
Rating: PG-13
So I almost forgot it was Ishida's birthday today. I literally stopped breathing when I realized I'd forgotten ;-; Seriously, I. Stopped. Breathing. I threw this together for the occasion, and thus why it's so unoriginal. ILU Ishi 3 And yes, I asked my mom, you can get drunk off a cake.
Yea, I know the last line is OOC, but you can take it aaaaaany way you want ;D I know I did.
Enjoy.
For Ishida's birthday, the group decided that they were going to throw him a surprise party. Everyone was assigned a job to do. Ichigo got the pleasure of making the cake. Orihime can't cook, Keigo was too busy ogling Orhime to cook, Urahara would probably spike the cake, and Tatsuki said if he didn't she'd kick him out of his own house (since that's where the party was being held). Chad was there too, but he was too busy doing all the tall people things.
"Stupid cake with it's...stupid icing and it's..stupid strawberries and it's stupid...cakeiness....." he grumbled as he stirred the bowl. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice there was more batter on him than in the bowl. So, he had to start over. He went through sixteen batched of batter before one finally made it into the pan and into the oven. He could cook well enough, but he was just too busy grumping about it to really pay attention to his actions.
Once the cake was done, he began to ice it. But every time he would put some icing on to spread, it would morph into a naked Ishida and he would be caught off guard. He didn't know why it would morph into what it did, but it was creeping him out. Finally, he got so frustrated by it that he snapped, "STOP THAT!!!" He then stuck his hands in it and spread it all over that way frustratedly, as if it was some sort of cake therapy for anger issues. He then wiped his forehead, getting a nice streak of icing across it.
He finally added some strawberries around each tier of the cake. He wasn't going to comment on the pun, since it was Orihime's idea. He had to admit, strawberries were pretty good. Before he knew it, those became dirty as well as Ishida would be doing seductive dances around the strawberries like they were stripper poles. "GAH!!!!" he grabbed them, squishing them in his hands and getting strawberry all over himself. Not only that, but he had destroyed the whole cake, getting that on himself as well. "Aw damn it..." he muttered when he looked at himself. He was covered from head to toe in cake, strawberry, icing, or all of the above. He pulled his shirt over his head to try and whipe himself with, but it seemed that was just as dirty as the rest of him. Even under his shirt was covered in what was once the cake. It was then he realized someone was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Ishida was standing there, arms crossed, with a smug look on his face. "What do you want? Are you going to brag about something else you can do better?" he grumbled.
"No," he said simply, the expression still on his face. Ichigo found this expression rather odd to see on him, especially the devious smirk.
"Well, what are we going to do? I ruined the cake," he sighed, "What's left of it is on me......"
"Fine then, I'll just eat you instead."
~~THE END~~