Rogue12158
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Bunnies, Bunnies, Everywhere!!
When Ichigo got home from school that day, all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. So after he dodged his father—and when I say dodged, I mean, threw across the kitchen—he headed up the stairs to the sanctuary that is his bedroom.
He never appreciated the fact that Rukia slept in his sister's room more than right now. No disturbances.
But, when he opened the door, he saw what could easily be mistaken for a set from a horror movie.
Bunnies, everywhere. More specifically, Chappy The Bunny.
The tiny onlooking shinigami thought that he would through a tirade, as she expected him—and looked forward—to. Those were always entertaining. But, instead, he laughed. Laughed long and hard, as if there was no tomorrow.
There was only one conclusion she could come up with.
Ichigo had finally lost it. He was pushed over the edge. Gone kooko for Cocoa Puffs. It was a padded cell at the institution for him!!
Ichigo himself wasn't positive as to why he thought the bunnied room was so funny. It just was.
The chappy wallpaper, bed spread, carpet, chair, rug, lamps, and posters just tickled his insides. You'd thing the big, badass war veteran that he was wouldn't find this funny, but he did.
His laughing had decreased long enough for him to inspect the rest of his room. But not without the occasional giggle.
Ichigo's laughter began again with wild abandon once he saw his clothes in the closet.
They, too, had been replaced with Chappy The Bunny memorabilia.
He was brought to his knees from the convulsions in his chest. Ichigo clutched his stomach and slapped the ground with his palm, unable to stand it.
Rukia poked her head in the room, wondering whether or not she should get Isshin yet. She had already called the hospital that Uryuu's father owned, so that they would have a bed ready for him in the mental ward. Ryuken was only too happy for a Kurosaki to be added to the mental ward. They offered to help bring him in with the use of rather large butterfly nets and tasers... But that costs extra.
"Ichigo? Are you okay?" She asked tentatively.
He was incapable of speech at the moment, so he just nodded.
"You sure?"
Another nod.
"Did you—ha ha ha—do—ha ha ha—this—ha ha ha?" He managed.
"Depends. Would I be murdered?" It was a real possibility. It was on the list of top five possible reactions for this prank. Number two. Number one was a seizure.
His breathing slowed to a point where he could speak freely again. But he chuckled every now and then.
"Not sure." He rubbed his jaw. "Wow, forgot I could do that. Interesting." He smiled at her.
"So, you're not mad?" She question, shocked.
"Surprisingly, no. That was actually really needed. Uh, thanks." He stood, scratching the back of his head.
Rukia raised an eyebrow. "You're a crazy person." Maybe she should take him the the hospital anyways...
Ichigo shrugged. "Perhaps." His face got serious then. "But you do it again, and I'm feeding you to Keigo."
She glared at the giant strawberry. "You bastard."
"That may be true, but it'd teach you a lesson." He rubbed the top of her head, messing up her hair.
She twisted his wrist.
"You know you love my taste in décor." She playfully smiled at him, releasing his wrist.
"Whatever you say, Rukia." Ichigo walked past her on his way out the door. "And don't forget to put my room back to normal!" He called back to her.
Yeah, that's what I really care about. You keep believing that, Midget.
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-Rogue