Title:
The Present (2/4)
Author:
Chibi Envy Chan
Rating:
PG-13
Warning:
None.
Pairing:
IchiHitsu
Summary: Figuring out
the special day, Ichigo has to dash out and buy a present. Can he
make it in time? Will he find the perfect present? Second in a
mini-series.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
So Ichigo had one hour to find a present, wrap it decently, and get his rear over to Urahara's place? He couldn't exactly go out as a shinigami even though traveling was much faster by shunpo. Awwww.... DAMN!
Maybe if he ran, he would be able to get a local shopping mall and find something at this ungodly hour. No doubt, it would be packed with people doing almost last minute shopping. At least, they had good deals going on. He didn't have much money to spend, having spent a lot of it on Christmas presents for his friends. Yes, even the Quincy was getting something from him.
That sounded so dirty.
As he raced to the mall, realization dawned on him. He wouldn't know what to get the youngest taichou. They weren't close enough to where he'd know what the guy liked or wanted. Unlike certain shinigami, he knew what to get them: a fight for Zaraki (not that he'd be sane enough to do it), medicine for Ukitake (or a blanket), a nice collection of tea for the older Kuchiki, human medicine for Unohana, socks for the soutaicho (kept forgetting his name), butterfly related things for Soi Fon, textbooks for Mayuri, philosophy books for the fox, and alcohol for the guy who wore tacky kimonos.
Maybe if he searched hard enough, inspiration would come to him.
No wonder why he hated malls. So many people were packed in it, all trying to get good deals for presents. It didn't help that it was a weekend too. This just made it harder for Ichigo to find something without another snatching it before he did.
When he thought he was going to lose it, Ichigo found himself in an antique shop. He was going to head out into the madness when he spotted several beautiful items. Perhaps, Toushiro would appreciate one of these. He didn't seem to be the artistic type, but he didn't seem to be the type to go for the latest trends.
Sitting on a shelf, gathering dust, was a sword encased in an elegant sheath. It looked as if was made personally for Toushiro as a dragon encircled the sheath. Its design was simple, but at the same time, attention had been paid to the details. It looked like it could come alive at any moment.
As for the sword, the guard was shaped like a snowflake or what appeared to be one. The hilt even had a small charm on it, a crecent moon.
If this wasn't saying buy me, he didn't know what else to do.
"How much?"
The shop owner's eyes widened when he saw the teen pointing to the sword. "That sword is cursed! Are you sure you want it?"
Ichigo nodded his head. It was too perfect.
"Okay, but don't say I warned you." He muttered a few things as he went to get a box for it.
Stepping close to it, Ichigo felt the presence of another spirit. It didn't feel harmful, but he wasn't about to take any chances. "Whoever or whatever you are, scram."
The spirit hissed at him before trying to kill him. It lunged at the subtitute shinigami only to wind up in a death grip. The pitiful thing screeched and attempted to bite the hand that captured him only to find it harder to breathe.
"Like I said, scram and find another place," Ichigo repeated. "Not unless you want to deal with a shinigami."
The spirit's eyes widened and turned paler before nodding its head. Once released, it took off and hid in an odd thing that didn't look like it would sell.
As soon as Ichigo paid for the sword, he made his way to Urahara's, a big smile on his face.
