Another prompt fic for me.

This one to the word Candy (given to me by the lovely Namimakura)(And is posted purely because Matsumama gives the best ever ego-boosting), which posed quite a few problems. I tried my very best to make it IchiRuki, but in the end I settled for well...this.

Hope you enjoy!

It was beginning to annoy him.

He could feel a rough patch, right on the top of his head. And it most definitely was not one of the scars left from Yachiru's teeth.

It was hair.

"Yumichika you bastard! You missed a spot!"

Yumichika glided around a corner, carefully rearranging his hair as he caught sight of his reflection in one of the only whole windows in Eleventh Division. "I would not do such an un-beauteous thing to a friend, Ikkaku-san. Though I have to admit, the glare from the top of your head has lessened a little bit."

"Un-beauteous isn't a word you idiot." Ikkaku ran a hand over his head again and scowled. "I can't believe you did this to me."

Yumichika sighed dramatically and waved a hand in the air. "Must you accuse me of being behind everything that goes wrong in your life? I do regret it very much..."

"Stop complaining woman and fix it."

Yumichika raised a delicately shaped eyebrow. "If I did not believe that it is ugly to hit a comrade, Ikkaku-san, I would surely be doing so right now."

"Che." Ikkaku waved a hand in the air and collapsed onto the ground, reaching inside his obi and pulling out a thin razor. "Just fix it would you? Before anyone sees?"

His friend sighed and took the razor out of his hand, lining it up carefully and moving it gently across his head. "The things I do for you..."

"Shut up Yumichika" Ikkaku scowled as several clicking noises came from Yumichika's direction. "And stop clicking your tongue at me."

"I wasn't."

"Bullshit, I heard you. Stop doing it."

"It's not me, Ikkaku-san."

"Then who is it?" Ikkaku twisted to face his friend as the noise echoed through the otherwise empty training yard again. "Stop it!"

"It's not me! Ikkaku-san..."

"Shut up so I can listen then, idiot." Ikkaku cocked his head to one side as Yumichika fell silent. There was another click, a flash of light that half blinded him and the unmistakable giggling of their vice-captain.

"Shit. Yachiru! Get back here!"

The vice-captain bounced away from him as he lunged forward, her camera in hand and yelling at the top of her voice. "I got it Ken-chan! I got it! This picture's going to be better than that one of the candy I stuck to Noodles' face! I told you he got Feathers to shave his head!"

Ikkaku swore and jumped to his feet, ignoring the pain as the razor tore through the skin on his head. "Yachiru! Goddamn it, I'm gonna' kill you!"

Yumichika sighed as his friend staggered after their vice-captain and cleaned the razor on the cloth he usually used to buff Ikkaku's head with, before placing it back in his belt and looking around for another window to admire himself in.

"How un-beautous he was about a simple photograph. I do hope that they will publish it in colour."

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and have the time to review!

NB: Am trying to work on Cessation! Promise!