Disclaimer: Stop it! Thinking how I don't own Bleach or any of their characters only makes me sad!

Dinner time


He had seen it move. He swore that thing Orihime had insisted was food just moved. Chunks of every revolting color could be found in......wait, didn't she say it was a pasta?

Oh my fucking god.

Orihime had seen the look on Uryu's face and had repeatedly tried to reassure him that it was delicious, but of course with no avail.

"Please Uryu, at least try it!" pleaded said chef, her cheeks puffed out.

"......."

"Er..."

"NO ORIHIME PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU PUT THAT SPOON DOWN PL-ACK"

"Now that wasn't so bad , was it Uryu?"

"......."

"Actually....it was delicious..."

3 bowls later

"May I have more?"


That was total random crap.....im sorry this is the first story I've ever wrote, and I wanted to do something short and kinda funny(maybe, if im lucky you might find it amusing)

PLEASE R+R ANT GRAMMAR MISTAKES YOU SEE, PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!