My family and I are packing up the apartment for a big move, so we have a bunch of packing stuff lying around. A big box of bubble-wrap caught my eye, and I wondered what would happen if Rukia got a hold of it. This is what I came up with.
It was like any other Saturday afternoon. Ichigo Kurosaki was sitting on his bed, engrossed in a book. Rukia Kuchiki was lying comfortably on the floor, doodling in her sketchbook. She was equally engrossed. The door to Ichigo's room was cracked open and Rukia was just putting the finishing touches on her Chappy doodle, a shape covered in bubble-wrap waddled in.
"Nee-san! Save me!" it said. What came out was "Mhh-nn! Uhh-ma!" Speech was obviously impeded by the bubble-wrap.
Rukia looked up and recognized the orange plushie mane sticking out of the covering of plastic bubbles.
"Kon? Is that you?" she took the shape and unwrapped the crinkly plastic.
"NEE-SAN! My savior!" the perverted mod-soul tried to tackle-glomp Rukia, but was swatted to the floor with absent-minded precision. The dark-haired Shinigami was distracted by the plastic bubbles.
"Ichigo, what is this? And why was Kon covered in it?" she dangled it in front of his face. He scowled, unhappy to have his reading interrupted.
"That's bubble-wrap, dummy. I wrapped Kon in it to get some peace. Damned thing wouldn't shut up."
"What do you do with it?" she asked.
Ichigo sighed and put his book on his bedside table. He was never going to get a chance to read until Rukia was satisfied, if her curiosity had anything to do with it.
"You can wrap stuff up, keep fragile things from breaking, etcetera, etcetera."
"Oh. That's it?" She sounded disappointed. Ichigo nodded, then took the bubble-wrap out of the petite Shinigami's hands.
"HEY!" she shouted. "That's mine!" She snatched it back, squeezing as she did so. POP! Rukia blinked, startled. She poked it. POP! Another poke. POP! Rukia giggled. POP! A vein pulsed in Ichigo's head, threatening to burst. POP!
"That's it! Gimme that!" Ichigo tried to grab the bubble-wrap, which only resulted in more popping. Rukia held on, creating an absurd game of tug-of-war. Whenever one of them squeezed, a flurry of POPs ensued. Soon, there was no more popping.
"Awww! They're all gone!" Rukia whined. "I'll go find more!" With that, she scurried off. Ichigo sighed, flopping back onto his bed. He was never going to get any peace now.
Two hours had passed and there was no sign of Rukia. Throughout her absence several bangs, crashes, and curses reverberated through the Kurosaki house. Good thing everyone else is out shopping today… Ichigo thought.
Just then, Rukia trudged in. Her head was down, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Find anything?" he questioned, somewhat sarcastically. Rukia did not answer, just flopped on the floor.
"Rukia?" Then... POP! Rukia giggled. Ichigo groaned and fell backward, throwing a pillow over his head.
Ichigo was about to explode. All afternoon all he had heard was the popping of bubble-wrap and Rukia's giggles. He almost wished the rest of his family would come home. At least it would distract Rukia long enough for him to hide the bubble-wrap. POP! Damn the man invented bubble-wrap.
There was the sound of a door opening and Yuzu's call of "Ichi-ni! We're home!"
"Thank God," he muttered, heaving himself off the bed. Rukia got up and followed him, popping bubble-wrap. Ichigo walked into the kitchen and nearly ran into the door. There on the table, was the cursed material itself.
"YAY!" Rukia cheered. "More bubble-wrap!"
"Dammit…"
A/N:
Yay for bubble-wrap! Thanks to this amazing material, my evil writer's block is gone! (I think…) Now, click that button and review!