Lilin dearly wishes she could be older, so Ichigo would notice her the way she wants him to. The faux body Urahara-san created for her appears no older than Ichigo's own sisters, and in actual age, Lilin is no more than a mere infant.
Well, it isn't like she isn't mature enough for him. Obviously, Lilin is perfect in that aspect—certainly much better then Rukia, who parades around in ridiculous short skirts and loves bunnies, for goodness' sake, and she stands so close to Ichigo, like she's already his girlfriend or something…
Lilin takes a deep breath, and then another, to calm herself down. Relax. She wishes she could relax around him. But it's hard to! He's so strong and serious, so determined… She shivers.
She wishes that he could look at her the way she wants him to. As more than a kid, more than a Bount sensor. She wishes he would smile for her. And most of all, she wishes…oh, most of all…
Most of all, she wishes she wasn't stuck in the body of a plush chicken right now.
Disclaimer: This lowly fanfiction author does not own Bleach, yadda yadda.
So after watching the past 97 episodes of Bleach, I was struck by the desire to write fanfiction for it. Of course, getting inspired is always the hard part, but I assumed that when I did conjure up an idea, it would be automatically awesome.
Instead, this popped up and I don't know why. But I hope it suffices all the same.