This is my first Bleach story. Just had to make it funny.
I'm a very recent fan of the series, but have followed some of the manga in the past, and therefore have a decent knowledge of Bleach. Besides, this story is about Rukia, Ichigo, and Rukia's obsession. There's nothing difficult about that.
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RUKIA KUCHIKI HAS AN OBSESSION
Ichigo meandered through the hallway to his room, where he planned to take a well-deserved nap. What he didn't plan was to hear, through the door, the voice of Rukia crooning passionately to something.
"I love you," her voice flowed. "Oh yes I do."
Ichigo cocked his head, pressed his ear closer against the wood. Thoughts were scampering through his mind. A teddy bear, perhaps? Or maybe even another guy? In his room?
He yanked the door open with an emphatic "Aha!", and saw the thing that Rukia so dearly loved and felt the need to tell it so.
A juice box.
A juice box.
Ichigo stared at her as though she were a martian. She held the juice box tenderly in her hands, with it pressed to her chest, her lips frozen on the clear plastic straw. Her eyes were fixed on Ichigo, who was looking more and more confused with each passing second.
"You were talking to a juice box?"
"I like juice. Is that so wrong?"
Ichigo turned and walked away.
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Now he was really starting to think. He'd had more encounters with Rukia and her passion for juice, among them when he had walked in on her kissing a framed picture of a juice box, and when she named her favorite juice box 'Freddy'. He was beginning to worry. And he had to confont her.
He argued with himself as he threw away the (fourteenth) empty container that had previously held juice boxes. Maybe he shouldn't worry. Maybe the girl just liked her juice. But she really liked it. So, as he opened the door to his room and found Rukia telling 'Freddy' about her day, he sat opposite her on the bed, his hands folded importantly.
"Rukia, I think it's time we talked about your problem."
"Problem? What problem?"
"You know, your... addiction to juice."
"Addiction? I don't have an addiction!"
"Ok then, your obsession with juice."
"I don't have an obsession either!"
"Sure seems like it," Ichigo muttered, unfolding his hands and placing them behind his head.
"I just... you know, they don't have juice in the Soul Society."
"Really?" Ichigo said with feigned interest. "Maybe we should ask Freddy."
With a scandalized shout, Rukia clutched 'Freddy' to her chest. Ichigo snorted, and threw his head back with a laugh.
"Geez, I was just kidding," he said. "You can have an obsession with juice if you want to."
"Really?" Rukia asked slowly, ruefully. "You mean it?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Good. Because I DON'T HAVE AN OBSESSION!"
And with that, Ichigo was left to figure out how to dislodge Freddy's straw from his nostril.
OWARI
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A/N: Just something stupid I thought of randomly. I seriously don't know what it is with that girl and juice. Review now.