Title: B is for Broken Light Bulb
Series: Let Me Count The Ways
Author: Acmarache
Rating: K+
Spoilers: no
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Ichigo should have know better than to trust a single, dangling light bulb.
Prompt: broken light bulb from conjure-lass
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Sighing as he followed the blond shopkeeper to the back of the shop, Ichigo wondered why exactly he let himself get into these situations. He'd come over to the shop this morning to pick up a new Chappy the Bunny something or other for Rukia's birthday. He'd told Urahara earlier in the week when he would come pick it up, but, apparently, the blond had forgotten, and it was in the back storage room. Not wanting to spend the rest of the morning here while Urahara pretended to search, he'd offered to help him look.
This was going to take a while. The storage room was, well, crammed full to say the least. To make it oh so much more fun, the room was lighted by a single, dangling light bulb. The lighting from that single bulb was terrible. Deciding that the sooner he started searching, the sooner he would get out of here, Ichigo walked over to a corner and started opening boxes. It wasn't likely that Urahara would tell him which box the figurine was in even if he knew.
Ichigo was about ready to give up. He was standing next to Urahara going through what must have been the hundredth box. And they weren't even halfway done! Maybe he'd just get Rukia the duck….Of course, it was at that moment when the room was suddenly shrouded in darkness. Damn single light bulb burnt out. They were surrounded by boxes they couldn't see all the way on the side of the room farthest from the door. Fan-fucking-tastic. "Urahara?"
"Yes, Kurosaki-kun?"
Bastard didn't even sound effected by this. He was probably enjoying his frustration. "You don't happen to have a flashlight handy, do you?"
"Funny you should ask. I just happen to have one in one of these boxes!"
After he heard the blonde's answer, Ichigo face palmed. "Like that does us a lot of good idiot. We can't exactly see to look through the boxes. We're going to be stuck here until someone finds us."
Urahara grinned wickedly since he knew the teen couldn't see it. "It won't be that bad Kurosaki-kun! I'm sure we can think of a way to liven things up!"
Feeling something brush his backside, Ichigo tensed. "Urahara?"
"Hmm?"
"Is that your hand grabbing my ass?" Ichigo clenched his teeth while fisting his hands.
"Yup! Why? Would you like me to put it somewhere else? Maybe on your-" Before Urahara could finish, Ichigo slammed his fist in the man's face with stunning accuracy considering he couldn't see.
As the shopkeeper crumpled to the floor, Ichigo heard a slight clink of something connecting with the floor. Reaching down, his hand came in contact with something metallic. Picking it up, he realized what it was that had fallen out of the man's robes.
A flashlight.
Dirty rotten pervert.