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The Stuffed Lion, The He-Witch and Ichigo's Wardrobe

Prologue – A PIECE OF NARNIA

By: Bakunawa


Kurosaki Ichigo was peeved. No, he wasn't just peeved. He was very peeved.

Which wasn't much of a difference since with any type of emotion, his ever-present scowl still remained. But still… he was peeved, annoyed and confused, by the piece of useless… junk (yes, that was the word he was looking for to describe the thing he was holding) Urahara gave to him.

What was it anyway?

The item that the oh-so-benevolent ex-captain happily shoved to his hand resembled that of a small horn-like musical instrument. It had a smaller hole on one end, which he believed must be the mouth piece. it was curving up slightly to a wider hole at another end. It wasn't so large, barely reaching the length of his forearm from end to end, but it was white all over; ivory from the looks of it… not that Ichigo could have recognized ivory from blackboard chalk, but he still would like to believe that this piece of shit is carved from something very pricey. The carving on the wider end, he could also say, was… and he shudders to use such word, exquisite. It very much resembles that of a roaring lion, with fangs protruding at the opening and all.

"What is that?" a female voice spoke from across his room. Kuchiki Rukia was inside his closet once again; the door slid halfway open so only her upper torso was visible.

"Why do you always prefer staying in my closet when you're already bunking with my sisters?" Ichigo said tersely without even looking at her.

"I like it here," she answered, "besides… wouldn't want to waste all the renovations I made in here."

"Renovations?" Ichigo was a little surprised.

"Waterbed, flat-screen, DVD player, mini-frig, etc~" she began listing stuffs that could not possibly been inside that tiny little closet. Was she kidding? Curiosity overtook Ichigo as he padded over to her, sliding the door with much force than he intended.

"Holy… shit," was all he could say.

She wasn't kidding with the flat-screen television hovering over the ceiling of the closet, nor was she making up the mini-cooler either. And was that a PS3?

Mabye that wasn't all he wanted to say. "HOW DID YOU GET ALL THAT IN THERE?!"

"Quiet, moron!" Her leg came up to bash the side of his face, sending him reeling back. "Do you want people come running up here?" she hissed.

She was right. Wouldn't want his paternal unit come bolting in his room tonight. Ichigo tried to calm himself down.

But failed utterly the next second.

The white ivory horn was sent flying to the midget's face.

"Hey!" Rukia reflexively swiped the object away. She was about to fight back but the door was slammed closed with a bang, almost decapitating her head was she not fast enough. Rukia tried forcedly opening the door again, but found Ichigo holding it shut from the other side.

Curses, insults and threats of castration were exchanged through the thin sheet of wood before all went quiet. Rukia gave the door another kick before she settled herself under the sheets, the waterbed beneath her swayed comfortably. Something was prodding her leg though. She reached under and pulled it out. Under the dim luminescence of her Chappy the Rabbit head lamp, she found an ivory lion horn.

What was this? Did the carrot-top idiot suddenly become a musical enthusiast?

Without much thought, she brought the small end to her lips and blew.

It gave a low empty sound. Must be broken, she rationalized. And threw it at the end of the cramped space, just beside the DVD player and PS3. yeah, she was small enough to fit those in with her.

She turned off her lamp and shifted to her side. Tonight she would sleep this off and dream of revenge. Tomorrow, Ichigo would be dead.