Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. A/N: enjoy.
It was three o'clock in the Kurosaki household on a mildly warm Saturday afternoon and little Yuzu Kurosaki had just finished a load of laundry.
"Oh! Onee-chan!"
Rukia stopped on her way out the door—new Chappy purse in hand, "what is it, Yuzu-chan?" her voice simpering and sweet.
Yuzu held out the basket of clothes, "could you take these up to Ichi-nii's room? I tried my best to sort them but…"
Rukia smiled and took the basket, "sure. Just leave them in Ichigo's room, right?" She carried the basket upstairs while Yuzu fidgeted nervously below.
Rukia opened the door and not finding Ichigo inside proceeded to dump the contents of the basket on his bed--t-shirts and socks tumbled out. Not taking another glance back Rukia left cheerfully humming the Chappy bunny song.
Two minutes later an orange plushie paw crept out from beneath the pillow on the bed…and a squeal was heard.
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Less than an hour later when Ichigo came back through his bedroom window from Hollow slaying; he found Kon singing, "I see London, I see France, and I have Rukia's underpants!"
He paused in pulling his real body out of the closet; his eyes went wide with something akin to horror—Kon was singing and prancing around in a circle—pink fabric stretched over his head.
"Y-you! Get over here!!" Ichigo abandoning his body made a wild grab for the stuffed lion…
Triumphant at last, Ichigo stretched the pink frilly—were they French cut? Pilfered unmentionable unmentionables out between his hands and held them up. Beneath Zangetsu's tip, Kon cried one more time, "EEE! Ichigo's a pervert! He's got—"
"Ichigo. How'd it go, are you…?" Rukia stood in the doorway. For a second she looked from her pink unmentionable unmentionables to his getting redder by the seconds face…
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING WITH MY UNDEWEAR?!"
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