I had a few random ideas, so I decided to form a collection of ficlets and shorts. Most, if not all, will be comedy. So fluff lovers may not enjoy the fic that much...

If you have any suggestions of ideas, I would greatly appreciate them. I only have enough ideas right now for 2 chapters max.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Better Left Unknown

Byakuya Kuchiki and Renji Abarai walked calmly down the streets of the Soul Society. They had just finished a mission, having slayed a rather large and powerful Hollow. Not suprisingly, neither of the two Soul Reapers had a scratch on them. As they walked along silently, Renji appeared to be in deep thought. Something was obviously on his mind. "Captain Kuchiki?" he asked.

Byakuya glanced over at him, not uttering a word. What does he want?

"We've been comrades for a long time," Renji pointed out.

I don't like where this is going... Byakuya thought.

"We could consider ourselves friends, I suppose..." Renji shrugged. "We've helped each other out many times."

I really don't like where this is going...

"Like that time that chick at the salon screwed up and butchered your hair, and I helped you find a wig..." Renji reminisced.

Why did he have to bring that up?

"And that time that idiot messed up my tatoos, and you got him to give me a refund..." Renji smirked at the memory.

All I did was glare at the guy... Byakuya continued to look sideways at Renji.

"So I'm sure we can trust each other with certain information..." Renji commented.

I swear, if he says he's gay, I'm killing him. No questions asked. Byakuya thought to himself.

"So can you answer a personal question for me?" Renji looked over at his Captain.

"I suppose..." Byakuya replied.

"Okay..." Renji nodded. "Answer honestly..."

"What is it?" Byakuya sighed.

"Do you have the hots for your sister?" Renji asked.

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Renji didn't wake up from the come he was beaten into for three weeks.

Moral of the Story: Don't ask a Shinigami personal questions.

Poor Renji... Curiousity killed the cat, I suppose.

Rabbit Stew

Rabbit stew... Why did it have to be rabbit stew? Ichigo looked nervously at the meal his sister had prepared. He loved rabbit stew, but how would Rukia respond when he brought some upstairs to her? He had figured out a an easy way to bring her food lately. Once done with dinner, he would take a spare plate upstairs to his room "just in case" he got hungry again later. It worked pretty good, and nobody asked questions.

"What's wrong Ichigo? Is something the matter?" Yuzu asked her brother.

"Oh no, everything's fine!" Ichigo shook his head.

"Is the stew okay?" Yuzu asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Ichigo nodded. "It's perfect." Which is why I'm afraid of what Rukia will say...

"Hurry up and eat, son! You need to eat all you can so you will grow up to be big and strong, like your old man!" Isshin flexed his muscles.

"Somebody's got an ego..." Karin commented as she quietly ate her dinnger.

Once everyone was done eating, Ichigo went back up to his room. He took a 2nd helping of rabbit stew with him, saying he would eat it later. He figured that he would just tell Rukia it was something else. Yeah, that'll work...

"What did you bring me?" Rukia stuck her head out of the closet the moment Ichigo closed the door behind him.

"Stew," Ichigo held up the plate.

"Great, I'm starving!" Rukia jumped out and ran over to Ichigo. With the table manners of a caveman, she began to stuff her face. "This is good," she commented through a mouth-full of her favorite animal.

"Yeah... yeah..." Ichigo nervously nodded. Okay, she's totally oblivious. Looks like there won't be any problems.

"Ichigo!" Yuzu yelled from downstairs, "I'm putting the rest of the rabbit stew in the refridgerator, in case you want another helping later tonight!"

Rukia dropped her fork and stared at Ichigo.

"Um..." Ichigo took a step back, "Well, you didn't ask what kind of-"

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Ichigo had a hard time explaining to his family how he fell out his window covered in rabbit stew.

Moral of the story: Rukia loves rabbits and hates rabbit stew.

I've never eaten rabbit stew... And now I probably never will, as I do not enjoy being pushed out windows.

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