A/N: I, like most of you I think, have a soft spot for pranks. Let's see what kind of trouble Kon gets himself into!

The Early Bird Gets the Worm

Kon sat on Yuzu's shelf, tapping his small, plush claws against the windowsill. Birds were chirping outside as the sun began to rise. It was, as usual, a boring morning. The small stuffed animal had spent many mornings like this. Whenever the young girl decided to make him one of her disgustingly cute outfits, she would spend hours in her room at a sewing machine, talking to him and he'd inevitably fall asleep, leaving himself restless during the wee morning hours. Kon straightened out the frill of his pink tutu and sighed.

"Onee-san, why haven't you rescued your lion?" he sniffled pathetically, imagining Rukia's bright cheery smile and voluptuous chest with him smothered between them. Yuzu turned over in her sleep and he looked at her suspiciously. That girl was far more devious than her cute little hair bows let on…

With a quiet thud, Kon jumped off the shelf and fell into a large basket of fabrics, buttons, beads, and other sewing needs. He squeaked when a stray pin penetrated his backside and jumped up and down, trying his best to muffle the shout of pain wanting to escape his throat.

"This house is a warzone," he grumbled, waddling to the door as he threw the pin into the trash. Squatting and swing his arms for momentum, the little toy jumped up to the doorknob and turned it awkwardly. The door swung open silently and he padded down to his redheaded host's room.

Kon inspected the sleeping figure suspiciously from behind the shield of the large, wooden door. He grinned evilly and "twinkle-toed" his way across the carpet, making sure not to sound off alarms or creaks in the floorboards. Ichigo turned over with a grunt and threw his pillow over his eyes. It was starting to get light outside and the sun rose directly in the path of his sleeping face.

A feather poked out from between the folds of Ichigo's comforter. Kon, dancing with devilish delight, plucked the feather and performed a small ballet for his own conceit. Once he realized that he was actually wearing a tutu, he clenched his teeth and stopped mid-plié, a blush mysteriously creeping up the cotton of his cheeks.

An expression of seriousness passed over Kon's features as he approached the foot of Ichigo's bed, feather held high, tutu mesh wobbling. His ears curled with his mischievous grin and he dramatically lowered the goose-down feather to the ball of Ichigo's foot.

Ichigo snorted with a twitch of his foot as the feather brushed against his skin. Kon snickered into his hand, trying desperately to stop himself from laughing too hard. His titters racked his body and the feather jiggled in his hand as he lowered it to Ichigo's foot once more…

Ichigo started and sat up in his bed, peering around the room blearily. Rukia was glaring at him from her open closet door. He scratched the back of his head and looked at his alarm clock. As he turned back to face Rukia, he was met with a buckweed pillow to the face. He yelped and fell off his mattress.

"OI! What's the big idea?!" he screamed in a whisper. Rukia padded across the floor and glared down at him, hands on hips.

"What are you talking about?! You're the one that banged on my closet!" she replied in hushed anger. He stared up at her blankly for a moment before his temper boiled over and he jumped to his feet, matching her fierce expression.

"BAKA! Why would I bang on your closet at six in the morning?!"

"YOU TELL ME!" she whispered back, her voice cracking under the strain of not being able to project. Ichigo smirked and she kicked him hard in the stomach.

"OW! Look, all I remember is having a dream about kicking something, okay? That's it, geez," he said, clutching his stomach and grinding his teeth.

After another scrutinizing gaze, Rukia grabbed Ichigo's pillow off his bed and climbed back into her closet, slamming the sliding doors shut again. He grumbled as he got to his feet and climbed back in bed.

"Stupid buckweed," he grumbled, flopping his head down on the small, hard cushion.

Kon squeaked a pained moan as he slid down the side of the closet door, having been foiled by the redheaded brat's good reflexes. A foot print plagued his beautiful lion face. He looked at Ichigo's restless form with an upside-down prospective and rolled forward, his face planted in the carpet. That was the last time he'd ever do something like that. He swore that would be the last time.

A/N: Hehe, or NOT. More oneshot pranks coming. Hope you enjoyed! If you're a humor/romance fanficcer, you may want to check out the other stories I have posted. Oh! And if anyone remembers Kon's full name, let me know in a review! I can't remember...Icky scatterbrains.