Okay, it's official: I have a collection of drabbles. Crap. I told myself to leave it alone, don't touch the drabbles, no one cares about drabbles, you're only clogging up ffnet, and yeah, I get it, whatever... I just, gah, I can't really explain myself. So I'm just going to apologize now. Sorry for this. It's not my fault. Okay, maybe it is, but... just... SORRY.

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Title: Little Girls Own

Rating: PG (Some swearing)

Characters/Parings: Ichigo x a bunch of cute little girlies

Word Count: 387

Warnings: No spoilers, just random thoughts.

Summary: Ichigo can't figure out why he keeps getting pwnt by girls half his size.

A/N: Um, have you ever noticed that Ichigo is a suxxor for little girls? I mean, seriously.

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Why was it always the little girls half his size?

He was supposed to be bad ass. He was supposed to be undefeatable, insuperable, and all that crap. Well, relatively speaking. Whatever. He had faced the toughest opponents in the history of tough opponents and come out on top. Why? Because he kicked ass.

So why did he always get pushed around by little girls?

They owned him.

The cute little creatures owned him.

First, it was Karin and Yuzu. No matter how hard he tried, they got whatever they wanted out of him. Always. They would yell (Karin) and pout (Yuzu) and tug at his heartstrings and wriggle their way into his consent for whatever it was their heart desired. After a while, it became useless to fight their strange demonic powers.

Then there was the string of little girls throughout his life that somehow managed to control him. They would cry and sniffle and beg and plead and look unbelievably innocent and he fell for it. Every single time. He would save their tree-jammed cats, look after their scraped knees, avenge their lost flowers, and basically run around at their beck and call.

He was a sucker.

And no matter where he ran, he would always be a sucker. He fell for Hinamori's shy smile. He fell for Yachiru's cute bubbly-ness. No matter where he went, living or dead, they would always work him.

At least in Soul Society, he wasn't the only one. Hinamori had that little shrimp of a captain hooked on her innocent little finger. Yachiru pulled the strings of that crazy ass idiot like he was a puppet.

But that still didn't soothe his dignity.

The fact of the matter was that he was constantly getting his ass handed to him by little girls half his size.

And the weird thing was that maybe, just maybe, he didn't mind so much. But that was just too weird to even think about. Freakishly weird.

Just as long as a certain half-pint girl kept pushing his buttons, he wouldn't think about it. Because then he might object. Or comply. They were both equally horrifying options.

No, just as long as this girl half his size kept jerking his chain, he wouldn't fight too hard.

Because Ichigo was a sucker. And Rukia owned him.

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