A/N: Firstly, if you don't already know, Pon and Zi are two cute, emo little potatoe headed people that..well, there's a series of pictures depicting these two and it's cute, in a weird sort of way. I THINK Pon's the male one, while Zi's the female, but in this fic I'm not gonna bother with gender and just use the ideas from the Pon and Zi to write some drabbles..which may or may not be related. It could be a oneshot, or whatever, but it kind of depends on whether you like it and want me to update more.Hehs.

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Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach I wouldn't be stuck in school doing HOMEWORK.

Ichigo frowned as he reached for his eraser again. He rubbed away a gentle crevice of a nose, and then drew it back again. He frowned, and paused to take a look at the drawing.

"Kuso." He muttered angrily, rubbing away furiously at the nose-again. Try as he might, he still couldn't draw the stupid nose properly. Who would've thought it could be so difficult just to draw her nose? It had been worse than drawing the eyes- those big, godamned beautiful amethyst eyes that had taken over two hours to perfect (and even then they seemed to lack the true vibrant luster found in the real person)-, at least he had stared at the real beholder of those eyes long enough to know how to draw it. But this nose, the cute little button nose, he either drew it too big or too small, or it just didn't look right. Stupid nose.

Perhaps he should have drawn the mouth first. Wait, that would be even worse. After all, how many times had he envisioned kissing those lips in reality? Drawing those lips would prove to be difficult too…

"Argh!" Ichigo threw down his pencil in frustration. And her hair, too, with that methodically placed fringe on her face, that often got into her eyes when she bent down (and when she puffed her face up in irritation and tried brushing it back, well, he could never say how cute he thought she looked.). And he wanted to colour the drawing too! He didn't have enough time, no, even eternity would not suffice for drawing a proper one. He should know, he'd tried drawing her countless of times before, and not once had he ever been satisfied with it. What made him think this time would be any different?

Ichigo really wished he hadn't thought of drawing a portrait of her. He was an idiot, he'd thought he could complete at least part of it in the three hours he had before she came back from watching the stupid Chappy reruns marathon on the TV and came back to his room to pester him somemore. Well, maybe he could work on it later on when she went to bed. In the meanwhile, perhaps he could go join her in watching the Chappy Marathon?

"Okay, my mind's officially fried." He grumbled. He stared longingly at the drawing again, wondered what exactly was wrong with his drawing talents, and headed downstairs. He needed to stare at her lips and eyes again- for clearly professional purposes. Right. To perfect that drawing of his, if ever.

No matter how many times I try to draw you, I still can't make them as beautiful as the real you.

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