Title: Luck be a Shinigami
Characters: Hitsugaya, Ikkaku, Orihime, Rangiku, Renji, Rukia, Yumichika
Rating: T
Warning: SPOILERS for manga ch. 195 and higher
Summary: Ikkaku is lucky. Rangiku, Yumichika, Rukia, and Renji find out why...with the help of Orihime's logic.
Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own enjoyment.

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Really, the guy was practically begging for it, what with that Luck Luck Dance. That and the fact that the fucker really did seem to have some insane amount of luck.

However, the conversation that exacerbated the whole thing happened during lunch one day. Orihime was just moving to throw away her trash when she spotted a 1 yen coin on the floor. Smiling brightly she bent and retrieved it, grinning to Tatsuki and showing it to her proudly.

"See an ichi-en dama, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck!"

Rukia looked up from her chopsticks war with Renji to blink at Orihime in confusion. Renji grinned and took advantage of her distraction, knocking her chopsticks away and gulping down the last of the maguro. Rukia didn't look away from Orihime but did swing out with her foot under the table, landing a clean kick to Renji's left shin.

Rangiku chuckled as the red-head jumped up from his chair and cursed loudly.

"Inoue-san? What do you mean by that?"

Orihime blinked and turned to Rukia, still holding the 1 yen piece between her fingers.

"It's an old saying! If you see a coin on the ground you should pick it up!"

"And that's lucky?"

"Hai!"

"…Why?"

Orihime looked a bit surprised, obviously not expecting this particular question. Her expression turned thoughtful and she tapped her chin, pondering it before brightening and showing Rukia the coin she'd found.

"Because it's shiny!"

There was a pregnant pause as Renji, Rangiku, Rukia, and Yumichika all exchanged glances. Hitsugaya refused to look up from the book he was reading, slouching down into his seat and telling himself that he would not get involved.

Ikkaku, meanwhile, was asleep at his desk, bald head gleaming under the florescent lighting of the classroom.

"So that's why the bastard is so damn lucky."

"I knew that dumbass dance couldn'ta had nothin' to do with it."

"See, Rangiku-san! Not only is it a great mirror, it's also lucky!"

Ikkaku was awoken to the feel of eight hands simultaneously rubbing his head, and wondered exactly what the hell he'd missed as he growled at all of them to stop. Touchin'. His. Head. Dammit.