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Slight IchiRuki.
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Maladies
Rukia had a stomach ache.
It was as odd as it was alarming. Rukia had an immune system of iron. Years in Rukongai had built it up to such a degree that Orihime's cooking did not faze her (but she still avoided it whenever she could. After all there's no immunity against funny tastes.)
All her friends were worried. The normally healthy, happy girl that they all knew and loved/ admired/ tolerated was replaced by a someone that resembled her but was exactly half her height. So great was the pain that she had to spend most of her day bent over and moaning. Ichigo was uncharacteristically worried. "You are short enough as it is, midget, reduce your height any further and you'll end up disappearing!" He ended up with a fist in his gut for his concerns. Night provided some relief but it was short-lived. The problem began again the next day.
Orihime offered the services of Ayame and Shun'ō only to be rejected. "Thank you Inoue. But I don't think you know what you need to reject." said Rukia smiling through the pain. The rather short amount of time in high school had taught her that the human body was Very Complicated. Rejecting a vital body part in the gastro-intestinal tract would sure put a damper on that junk food eating festival, er, Study of Modern Human Culinary Traditions she'd planned with Renji that weekend.
Kon, with all the wisdom of a stuffed toy, had advised on the Kiss-it-Better therapy. "I can do it for you Nee-san! Just take of your clothes." Ichigo drop-kicked him out of the window. "Oh, so are you volunteering, Ichigo?" she trilled. He turned an interesting shade of red that clashed terribly with his hair and ran out of the room muttering about "Damn Perverts."
Renji, a firm believer of the Ignore-it-till-it-goes-away approach got Hanataro to help. "This is odd Kuchiki-san. There seems to be nothing wrong. " he said after exhausting all his kidou. Yuzu made some special get-well soup and offered hot water bottles. Karin advised exercise. Isshin's suggestions cannot be mentioned in a K rated story.
Urahara offered some ridiculously expensive pills. Byakuya bought them and sent them over with a note that offered the best wishes of the entire Kuchiki clan. Rukia sent one right back proclaiming that they made absolutely no difference to her current condition. Chad offered a few Mexican remedies.
Nothing worked.
Finally Ishida, the top student of the school and the son of quite a well-known doctor provided a solution."Kuchiki-san" he'd said resmbling a tomato with glasses, "It seems that your skirt is too tight."
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