Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ichigo/Kuukaku
Rating: PG
Word Count: 138
Time: 1 hour
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
"And this... and this… that too…"
Ichigo wavered back and forth trying to keep the stack of items Kuukaku was piling on him from falling.
"Yes, dear… yes, dear…"
Kuukaku stamped outside to her rocket launcher, Ichigo trailing after her arms full of oil cans, paint cans, and toolboxes.
She crawled up her cannon, while Ichigo tried to look somewhere other than up her skirt. "Wrench." He handed it up. "Oil can—no, not that one, the green-lidded one."
Ichigo reached for the correct can, trying to keep the rest of the stack steady. He caught the edge of the handle, then slipped, knocking a bucket of green paint on his head.
Kuukaku had to climb down to untangle him from the pile of junk. "I really have to do everything around here. I'm such a good wife."