They're Just Boobs
Characters/Pairings: Kira, Kuukaku, Matsumoto
Rating: T. Definitely.
Summary: This is a VERY short story. Kira has to deliver a message to Kuukaku from Matsumoto.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Bleach or its characters.
Note: Reviews are loved!
The story starts here.
"Kirrrraaa-kuuuuunnnn!"
"Y-yes, fuku-taicho?"
"I need you to deliver a message for me. It's too risky to use butterflies. Deliver this message to Kuukaku, for me."
Matsumoto Rangiku placed an envelope in Kira's hand.
"I'm too lazy to go over there myself. I'm going to take a nap while I wait for you, okay?"
Kira nodded.
Kuukaku's…uh…mansion… Err…house… Home.
Two giants held the shoji double-doors open. Kira entered the room. Kuukaku was standing up, arms crossed. She had a thoughtful look plastered onto her face. "Hrm…"
"K-Kuukaku-sama…" Kira stuttered. He was nervous around women. Especially busty women.
She turned around.
"Ah, Kira-chan! What brings you here?"
"M-Matsumoto fuku-taicho wanted me to give this message to you."
Kuukaku laughed, gleefully.
"Ohohoho! All right."
Kira cautiously approached her, but he slipped. He was quite clumsy when nervous. He landed…on top of Kuukaku. He felt something warm and squishy in his hand. He opened his eyes. His hand was on h-her breast!! He quickly pushed himself off of her. Kira was blushing furiously.
"G-Gomenasai! Gomenasai, Kuukaku-sama!"
Kuukaku raised an eyebrow and helped herself up. Kira was on his knees apologizing.
"It's okay, Kira-chan. They're just boobs."
Kira turned a few more shades of red. He timidly handed the envelope to Kuukaku and dashed out the door. Kuukaku shrugged. "Shy kid, eh?" She ripped open the envelope carelessly, reading the note inside.
You. Me. Drinking contest. In 10th Division building. I'll totally kick your ass.
-Rangiku
Kuukaku chuckled.
"We'll see about that."
