Picture, Picture on the wall
Who's the pettiest girl
of them all?
There are 1, 2, 3
Oh! Of course It is
ME!
Rukia stared at Orihime as the girl spoke normally to the photo. As if the paper could provide her with an answer. She laughed at the sight, but halted herself. The scene wasn't funny. It was actually quite idiotic. As the petite female walked tword the Inoue she saw the girl whisper something to the picture, and vanish.
Taken back by the sudden movement she sauntered over to the spot were the other stood a second ago. "Hello?" This was stupid. "Anyone?" She was speaking to a lifeless object. With a shrug she began to repeat the poem she hear Orihime chant:
Picture, Picture on the wall
Who's the pettiest girl
of them all?
There are 1, 2, 3
Oh! Of course It is
ME!
Holding a breath in, a jerk was made inside the frame. "Rukia is that you?" A small figure approached from the shadows. "Ichi....ICHIGO?" Only now did she notice that the artwork was a photograph of her friend. Blushing babyishly, she waved at the mini-strawberry. "Rukia! Help me! I'm trapped!" She was confused. "Care to Explain?"
An hour later, a small boy placed on her shoulder, the ( ironically) taller female found herself holding a cup of milk. 50 calories. No sugar. Milk. It was from one of the younger sisters play houses. Carefully handing it to the tiny male, he gurgled it down quickly. A minute passed. Nothing. And suddenly the figure grew. And grew. Until he reached the image of a 17 year old again. Ichigo cringed hid eyebrows. "Thanks! Midget!"
A week later
"Hey Ichigo!"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you not ask Orihime to bring you back to normal?"
"I guess I was waiting for my right savior"
"Did she come?"
"Defiantly."