A/N: Yes. I am evil. Me no update. I'm sorry. I have three words for you: "FINALS" and "FACEBOOK" and "NARUTO".
Finals stole my time, FaceBook my internet, and Naruto everything else. (It's just too easy to get addicted to!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach... what, I do? YAY! PARTY!... aw, man, you had me going there for a sec.
A small, pink-haired blob of energy stared out the window, bored out of her mind. Her keeper had expressly forbidden her from leaving the building, by means of tunnels, shunpo, or anything else. She supposed she deserved it- she'd bitten her keeper's head a little too hard. It had just been too shiny, though… Maybe she'd sneak out later. She was soooo bored…
Poof!
She jerked up, shocked. Mail? Ooooh, this was fun!,
The big picture of Chappy Bunny on the front was nice, too. The pink and purple crayon was so happy- it made her happy. The shinigami clapped her hands together, delighted. More people needed to be happy like the mail- the world was such a sad place. She eagerly opened the envelope, slowly drawing out the carefully lettered paper within.
Hi, President. I remembered that you were going to be having a design contest for the newest phone, so I decided to send in my idea. And I sent some candy- it's from Urahara-san's shop. I remembered how you liked it last time, so I sent a LOT. The package should arrive with this letter- it's a big box, about 1 meter by 1 meter by 1 meter, and I filled it with candy. I painted it pink with Chappy Bunnies, too!
The girl turned. She'd been so excited by the happy letter- and the drawing of the phone, another very happy thing- that she hadn't seen the box. The shinigami hoped her friend was as happy as she seemed- it would be sad if she was faking her happiness. That wasn't as good as genuinely happy people, people who were content with their life and their friends and at peace. But…
The candy! It really was a huge box, bubblegum-pink, black chappies on the sides. The girl scurried to the corner, drooling slightly as she imagined the inside of the box. Candy, candy, candy! A light practically radiated from the contents as the vice-captain peered inside.
"You should write back an' thank her, ya know," Her keeper's voice sounded from the doorway.
The shinigami girl nodded, fetching a pink crayon and sketchpad from a drawer.
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