Soccer Balls
Rukia and Ichigo and an unexpected conversation
Disclaimer: the usual. I don't own these characters.
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Ichigo Kurosaki stepped into his bedroom to find soul reaper Rukia Kuchiki in her shinigami uniform looking at herself in the mirror, holding two soccer balls up against her chest as if they were breasts. He pretended that he didn't notice her.
"Ichigo?" she asked.
"Hey, Rangiku", he answered. Well, that was stupid, he thought to himself.
"Do men really like big boobs?"
He paused. Silence wasn't going to work. Maybe evasion would? "I dunno."
"You've got to have some opinion about it. You're classmates with Orihime Inoue."
He felt himself blushing.
"So, what do you think? Would I look better with big boobs?"
"You wanna just kick me in the head? 'Cause that's where this is headed."
"What I want is an answer. Do I look like a freak because I'm flat-chested?"
"You look like a freak 'cause you're like two feet tall."
She scowled. "Come on, answer me."
"Do you want an answer or a compliment?"
She thought about that. "I guess I want a compliment."
"Good. I'll go get Kon."
"No! Not from that pervert. I want a compliment about my chest from you." Wow, when she said it like that, she realized how bad it sounded. How had that gotten into her head? She lowered the soccer balls and set them down on Ichigo's bed. Then she stared at them and seemed to get lost in thought. She turned around and sat down on them, one soccer ball under each cheek.
"Ichigo?"
He stepped into the closet and shut the door. Yes, it would be cramped in here tonight, but it somehow seemed safer.