There Will Be Stuffing
Silence.
Shadow fell over a sewing desk, suspiciously reminiscent of an operating table. A slim hand delicately lifted what appeared to be some sort of voodoo doll dressed in generic shinigami garb. A second hand adjusted the pleats, lowered to the table, and returned with a shiny metal pin pointed at the doll's chest. The hand hesitated, then dropped the pin and raised to adjust a pair of eerily reflective glasses. The figure spoke.
"Bitch."
Slowly, the doll was placed back on the table. Hands reached for needle and thread. In a whisk, the doll was given a set of eyes.
Silence.
"STOP LOOKING AT ME, DAMMIT!" The figure stood and hurled the doll at the wall. It slumped to the floor. He breathed heavily for a few moments, then yelled again. "I'M NOT GAY."
Silence.
The skinny ravenhead regained his composure, pushed up his glasses, and walked over to retrieve the doll. He lifted it by a sleeve, and gingerly put the doll on the table, leaning against the sewing machine, and sat down to face it.
"I am not gay. You remember that. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. Uryuu Ishida is not gay." In a frenzy, Ishida cut a piece of felt, and sewed it on the doll, giving it a head of orange hair, all the while chanting to himself. When he finished, he stopped, and examined his work.
Silence.
Once again, Ishida hurled the doll against the wall. "I AM NOT IN DENIAL!" Quickly, he caught himself and stood straight. "Father really will kill me if I blast a hole into the laundry room." He brushed off his clothes and swiped the doll off the floor, lifting it into the light for scrutinization.
Silence.
"If everything I made weren't so beautiful, I would have to say that you are by far the ugliest doll I have ever created. Your shihakusho disgusts me. Your orange hair drives needles into my eyes. My master craftsmanship only barely disguises your ugliness."
Silence.
For the third time, Ishida threw the doll at the wall. "WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?" This time, he ran for the doll, slammed it on the table, and viciously attacked it with pins and needles. "Uryuu Ishida will have his revenge! Revenge, revenge, revenge…" He laughed maniacally. Scraps of felt and fabric flew. Finally, he stabbed a pair of scissors into the left side of the dolls chest, which he knew on the real thing was slightly larger than the right. Stuffing popped out of the doll. Ishida turned and made a step toward the door. He stopped and lifted his shoe. A small paper heart, lay squashed on the floor.
Silence.
Ishida bent down and picked it up, smoothing it out between his fingers. Deliberately, he pulled out each pin, pressed the heart back into the doll's chest, and sewed it back together with a red thread.
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AN: Geez, that was weird. I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.