Warning: Yumichika is Edna Mode in this one. Or at least a mix of Edna Mode and Mettaton.

Your death shall be fabulous darling!

I walked on a rather odd sight.

A few first division officers were attempting to pin down a hollow. They didn't seem very alarmed that it was wriggling out of their grasp every time. The hollow, on its part, was rather relaxed as well. It was like no one's hearts were really in it (which would be admittedly hard for the hollow, but with the officers, well...). There was also a pile of different colored ribbons in a pile on the floor.

Was I in the right room? They told me that my advice was needed on an aesthetic matter. I could definitely help with that, I'd be glad to even. But what am I supposed to do here? This was a creature of pure hunger and some people who most definitely wouldn't appreciate my advice. I won't know until I ask, I suppose.

"I have been told that my advice has been requested. What seems to be the problem?"

"Ah, Yumichika! Good, you're here. We can't get him to cooperate, he just keeps taking out the ribbon."

"He doesn't like the color." A new voice piped up from my left. I jumped a bit, on the inside of course. I had enough practice maintaining my composure, showing such alarm really breaks the flow of my presentation*.

But I hadn't even noticed the man sitting off to the side. I usually find it very hard to miss a choice so bold as orange hair. It was odd to say the least, on both out parts.

The first division didn't seem to care about any of that though, as he just asked the man,

"How do you know that?"

The man gave a small snort,

"I can understand him, remember?"

"Well then, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"Shiro was having fun, and you didn't ask. I thought you were solving it yourself. I know that butting in isn't always the most helpful.**"

The first division officer sighed, then turned to me.

"At any rate, I'm glad you came. We need the advice of someone more well versed in accessorizing here."

Now normally I'd reply with something snarky, something along the lines of "Evidently" or "I can see that", but I honestly had no clue what they wanted my advice on.

"You certainly have the right person for that. But who am I supposed to be working with here? Because at the moment I'm looking at a group who physically can't take my advice, a beast of pure hunger who's being extremely calm about this all, and a man who thinks orange is a good idea for a hair color!"

There was a faint murmur of "It's natural" from the man, but I ignored it.

"And while it does seem to work for him, I must point out that it was an incredibly risky venture. Orange is a hard color to pair without making it look tacky. Plus, as far as I can tell, the hollow has the best fashion sense out of you all! How does that even happen?! So, what am I supposed to be doing here!?"

You could hear a pin drop in the vacuum that followed. Everyone had their eyes on me.

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The silence broke

Someone was applauding, slowly.

"I can see why they warned me about bringing you in. You've really got a passion for this stuff, don't you?"

A touch of a smile made its way across my face. Glad to see someone could recognise a dedicated artist when they saw one.

"Of course. I mean really, when are aesthetics not important?"

"Hmm... possibly when you're about to die***, but that's not important right now. What is important is why we've called you here. We would like your help choosing a ribbon for Shiro."

He jerked his head towards the hollow in acknowledgement.

I stared for a moment, then pointed at the placid creature.

"That thing? Really?"

The creature growled low, and oddly so did the man.

"He's not a thing, and yes, really."

I backed up a step at the sudden change in tone.

"Fine, fine, I was just making sure."

It seemed placid and was surrounded by first division officers, so I deemed it safe enough to approach. I wasn't joking before, it really did have the best fashion sense out of the lot.

"Hmm… I see. Well, I suppose I can work with this. The colors here work well enough, a majorly white body does go well with red accents, and black does work with pretty much everything. Yes… I can definitely work with this…"

I turned to the man.

"What is this ribbon supposed to say about Shiro here? What kind of impression do you want him to make?"

"Uh… it's just supposed to stand out. We want people to not panic when they see him, so it just needs to say 'this hollow has a ribbon'."

Shiro made a noise somewhat like a chuff that cut off into a cough.

"And also apparently 'I'm up for a game'."

"Okay..."

Odd, but what about this whole situation isn't some form of weird? Shake it off...

I began riffling through the pile of ribbons.

"Lets, see… you said you wanted the ribbon to be easily seeable, and have a playful quality? Hmm…"

I was just musing aloud, and I knew it. The orange-haired man was looking on in fascination, with perhaps a touch of mystification.

"I suppose that would work color wise, but none of them will work with your pattern. Maybe if I… does anyone have a pair of scissors?"

An officer pointed me towards the ribbon pile. A pair of scissors was lying next to it. I'm really not noticing anything today, am I?

"It really doesn't matter much though, now does it?" I mused, snipping the ends of the ribbon. "So long as it works, who cares?"

The man piped up again.

"Are you talking to yourself?... I thought that was my job."

I ignored him. It was almost done… there!

I tied the blue ribbon, now with triangular notches cut into the ends, to the lower part of Shiro's mane.

"So, what do you think?"

He stopped inspecting the ribbon (it was a rather nice one, deep sky blue with black rings down the middle and black notched ends) and turned to me, giving me a clawed thumbs up and a chirp.

I gave a quick nod. Good.

But now, I have places I need to be.

"Now that that's settled, if you'll excuse me gentlemen. I have somewhere else I need to be."

As I ducked out I managed to catch a snippet of the orange haired man man saying:

"I thought you told him that he would be working with Shiro when you invited him!"

I never did get his name...

*life. It's hard to explain, but essentially he thinks of his like as one big display of prowess and beauty. He's a bloody peacock, sort of literally come to think of it...

**The guy grew up in a clinic. You do not want to startle a person who is stitching someone up, or get in their light. Plus, this is the most entertainment he's had in weeks… on both ends. Ichigo might not be able to fully control Shiro, or know what he's thinking unless Shiro tells him, bt Shiro will often send him impressions and feelings. Example: when he's enjoying a tussle like this one.

***I was going to make some kind of Mettaton joke, and/or something about making your death "Fabulous", but I couldn't find a good place for it.

For the line "This was a creature of pure hunger and some people who most definitely wouldn't appreciate my advice." I was tempted to write "This was a being of pure hunger, and a hollow." It didn't make sense there. I thought you guys might like it though, so I put it here.

I actually looked into Japanese and Chinese color theory for this one. In Chinese and Japanese cultures it seems that black is traditionally the color of the heavens, and blue is one of immortality and femininity.

It's possible that I got this wrong, and I apologize if I did. I tried, and if I'm completely off course, feel free to correct me in the comments.