I have no idea where this came from. It's about…Keigo…of all people. I don't even really like him, but there is a scene in the Bleach manga, Chapter 34, I think, where he acts completely serious and sad when Ichigo acts kinda lonely, and then he makes a joke. I think there might be a little more to him than meets the eye. So this is about that.

COMIC RELIEF

Summary: No one ever really thinks about the class clown. They never really consider all the work put into being the perfect comic relief. They only see what's right in front of their eyes, a foolish idiot.

No one ever really thinks about the class clown. They never really consider all the work put into being the perfect comic relief. They only see what's right in front of their eyes, a foolish idiot.

But…I suppose that means that I'm doing a good job then.

…And I suppose it's worth it…

…..

I look out of the window in our classroom, knowing that it wouldn't be long before those five ran off yet again. It's been this way ever since Rukia Kuchiki showed up. Not that I have anything against her, but things just changed when she arrived. She…

...took them.

All of them.

Somewhere on the other side of the classroom I hear the shrill noise that comes from somewhere on Ichigo's belt. That's their cue.

And mine.

I stand quickly, shoving my desk and making a harsh squeak as my chair slides backwards against the tile of the floor. I run over to the door, laughing and smiling, as if I plan on following my friends down the hall and out of the school. I barely make it one step into the hallway when I feel the teacher grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling me backwards.

I wasn't really surprised.

I complain and mope, making a big deal out of not being allowed to join them as I make my way back to my seat near the window and sit down again, my face in a pout. I can hear the other students fighting back sniggers and giggles.

Inwardly I sigh. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't just the comic relief. Sometimes I wish that I could just go after my friends and join them all on the battle field. Sometimes I wish that I was the strong fighter that everyone looked to protect them.

Even now, as I turn my attention back to the window, I can see them all running off to fight those…creatures…that keep appearing. I can see Ichigo leading them all. Rukia, Chad, Orihime, and Uryuu. What I wouldn't give to be down there following behind him.

But everyone always overlooks the comic relief.

I force myself to turn my attention away from the window when I feel the hand on my shoulder. When I look at the face, I give a huge smile. It's Mizuiro.

"Come on, Keigo. It's lunch time." He says with a gentle smile as he leaves the room with the crowd.

Well, maybe not everyone always overlooks the comic relief. I soften my smile once everyone else leaves the room, thankful that I don't have to keep up pretenses for just a second. I take a deep breath, steady myself, and then take a step forward.

Sometimes…I really hate being the comic relief.

But…

"AH! MIZUIRO! WAIT UP! DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND!" I cry out loudly as I run to catch up to my friend, hearing the laughter of our classmates as I run past.

But…sometimes…

…Maybe being the comic relief isn't that bad a job after all.

…..

So that's it. A little drabble about poor Keigo being something more than just a comic relief.