DISCLAIMER:: I don't own any of these characters. Duh.
Uryu Ishida sighed, drawing back his bow for the umpteenth time. Although he would never admit it to anyone, (especially that rash bastard Ichigo) he was really beginning to regret throwing down that Hollow bait. He was growing weary. Just a few more, he thought, Ichigo took care of the Menos, now we're just cleaning up the few stragglers left over. He hadn't forgotten that little display, either. Ichigo defeating the Menos all by himself was just a testament to his own need to become that much stronger.
He fired a blazing blue arrow. It headed straight for a rather reptilian-looking hollow, meeting its target with near-gleeful poise. It cracked the abomination's skull neatly in two, sending it to an abrupt end.
A hollow all-too-reminiscent of a puffer fish suddenly zoomed towards Ishida, its finlike appendages apparently acting as gliding devices. It was moving at a pace better suited to the more-experienced hollows. Ishida was caught off-guard. It seemed that the bait had attracted a much older hollow than what he had been battling most of the morning and afternoon.
The puffer fish hollow laughed with a deep, bone-chilling resonance. Six of the nasty-looking spikes that lined its bloated body shot out in several seemingly-random directions. Quickly deciding that shelter would be a good decision for his future well-being, the black-haired Quincy did a back flip off of the staircase he was standing on, landing in the grass with a soft thud.
He crouched behind the staircase, catching his breath. He'd barely had a couple seconds rest before he saw a massive circular shadow looming in front of him. He jumped upwards, turning abruptly to face the monster, firing two arrows into the spherical, spiny shape.
Then the unexpected occurred. A whining noise erupted from the arrows' points of impact, very similar to that of a balloon losing air and flying in circles. The hollow did just that, to a larger, pointier extent. It shot madly in several airborne directions, leaving the Quincy to run madly in circles to avoid a spiny collision with the creature.
Finally the puffer-hollow landed, flat as a pancake, in the field several yards to Ishida's left. He walked over hesitantly. It didn't appear to be capable of movement. He drew his bow and aimed directly at its bony faceplate.
Unknown to Ishida, the creature had one last breath of air left in its vile body. It exhaled weakly. One of its body spines wobbled. Finally gaining enough momentum, the spike shot outwards.
At that moment, Ichigo was walking towards the area where he knew Ishida would be. He was already back in his mortal body, since he and the others had defeated all of the visible hollows in the area. Something zoomed past him. He blinked, looking towards his arm. A small amount of blood seeped from a wound barely the size of a paper cut.
"Silly, silly boy" rasped the deflated hollow, "Even though you barely got a taste of my poison, it will eventually seep into your entire body. Soon you will be too…" It giggled, the noise making a chill run down the Quincy's spine, "…distracted to do any more fighting! Fighting will be the last thing on your mind!" The last Ishida heard of the hollow was its repulsive laugh as he shot a glowing, fiery blue arrow between its emotionless mask eyes.
"Huh?" Ishida murmured, "What's it talking about? It didn't hit me-"
Ichigo ran up, panting. At least the bastard gets tired, thought Ishida as he saw his fellow classmate bounding towards him.
"Well, my area's clear," muttered Ichigo, rubbing a hand over his short orange hair. "Looks good over here too."
Ichigo's face suddenly took on a more somber, slightly embarrassed tone. "Uhh… do you think when you get a chance, you could maybeee…..fix this tear in my school uniform? Kon tore it doing god-knows-what when he was in my body." He jerkily threw his arm out for Ishida to scrutinize the tear. The black-haired boy could tell that Ichigo wasn't used to asking for favors by his uncomfortable gaze.
The tear would be fairly simple to repair, judging by how it ran along the seam. He sighed, what could he do? He (and everyone else in the vicinity, for that matter) owed Ichigo for taking down the Menos.
"Ok," mumbled Ishida, none-too-pleased with the situation, "It won't be a problem. Come by the sewing room tomorrow after school gets out."
Then the Quincy noticed something small, but relevant. A small trace of fresh blood lingered on Ichigo's left forearm. His eyed widened. So that was what the hollow was talking about…
"Ichigo!" He grabbed the orange-haired boy's arm suddenly, surprising even himself. "That last hollow's poison spine hit you!"
Ichigo's eyes widened. He jerked his arm from Ishida's grasp, eyeing the very minor cut. "Did it mention what kind of poison?" Ichigo's lips formed a clumsy sneer as he glared at the cut, reacting to it with the familiar sort of irritation that he handled most problems with.
"Uhhm…." Ishida's glasses glinted as he put a thumb-and-forefinger to his chin in a thoughtful gesture, "He mentioned something about it making you…too distracted to fight or something…."
"Well," Ichigo blinked, "I guess I can't fix it until I know what it is, huh? Maybe it didn't even inject any poison, it barely hit." He continued staring at the cut with nervous fascination.
Rukia's small form suddenly became visible from behind the stairs, along with the others that helped even out the hollow battle. Ishida didn't press the issue, even though he had a pretty unsettling feeling deep in his gut. Memories of the hollow's laughter still haunted him, and they were almost as chilling as the real thing.
Ichigo lay in bed, staring at his massive boner.
Never in Ichigo's life had his corpus displayed such a huge hard-on. He was lying on his back, surveying the problem between his legs as he had been doing for the last ten-or-so minutes.
"This…..this boner deserves its own term," Ichigo mumbled, "Bonenificent? Or maybeeee…..Rambonetious?"
Kon waddled into Ichigo's bedroom, featuring a dress and bonnet that appeared made out of doilies.
"Your friggin' kid sister Yuzu got hold of me again! Look at this! The bonnet is double-knotted, for Christsakes.." Kon fumbled helplessly with the doubled-knotted bonnet bow behind his teddy-bear ears, cloth paws doing little to alter the situation.
Kon suddenly jumped back a good two feet, face showing as much surprise as was possible in stuffed-animal features.
"W-Woooooah buddy! L-look at…." He pointed at Ichigo's boxers with one shaky paw, bonnet forgotten. "I've reluctantly, very reluctantly, seen your morning wood before, and the tenting in those boxers is substantially more noticeable! What the hell happened?!"
"Uhhh……" The orange-haired boy blinked, "REALLY good dreams, I guess? I don't know!"
"Well take care of it already! No one wants to see that shit parading around! What about Rukia?!"
Ichigo suddenly turned ten different shades of red, quickly grabbing his school uniform and bounding out of bed for the bathroom. He'd totally forgotten about Rukia hiding in his room. He'd never hear the end of it if she saw him in such a state.
"W….why won't it leave?" Ichigo muttered, voice barely audible from drowning in waves of tears and dismay. He wasn't thinking of anything even remotely sexy. Quite the opposite, in fact. Even with vivid mental images of fellow schoolmates giggling and pointing, he couldn't seem to get things "under control". Not-to-mention his one clean school shirt still had a very visible tear in the sleeve, which was only going to draw more unwanted attention. He was going to be a walking dartboard for insults as soon as he got to school.
The orange-haired boy heard a knock on the bathroom door. He jumped, glancing around speedily for some quick concealment. He noticed a jacket lying nonchalantly on the bathroom counter.
"Hello? Ichigo? We're going to be late." Rukia's voice. Shit.
Ichigo stepped out, expression solemn.
"O…ok," he muttered, "Ready."
Rukia sweatdropped, "Uhhm….is that your sister's jacket tied around your waist? Isn't that a bit too small…..and pink…..for you?"
"W-well….all my other jackets were….destroyed."
The petite girl blinked, "Destroyed? By what?"
"……………………………………………………..Hollows."
"Buuuut Hollows don't care about jack-"
"NO TIME!!" Ichigo shouted, racing down the stairs.
"I don't care WHAT your hobbies are!" Rukia bounded after him, tone-of-voice a bit too serious for the situation at hand, "Just don't wear any of MY clothes in your free time! I can't afford for the few things I have to get all stretched out!"
