Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Hiding
by PaintedTyrant
Ichigo screamed. Rukia screamed. They argued. And so he left.
Ten minutes later, he would find himself huddled in a corner, glancing around for any signs of movement. He had never really liked the dark, but now, he embraced it freely. It would help him get away from that... that demon.
He shuddered as he remembered the last time he left the comfort of Ichigo's room. It had been horrible, and he still had the bandage to prove it.
He heard some shuffling to his left. Shivering, he moved further into the darkness. There was no way he was going to reveal himself, not when his little stuffed body was at stake.
After a few moments of silence, he decided to take his chances and make a run for it. However, as he turned to do so, he was met with the sight of shoes. Her shoes. Utterly frightened, he scrambled back just in time to hear her call, "BOTSTAFF!!!"
That single word struck fear into his heart. Slowly, he moved his paw towards his ear to touch the ominous white bandage. He gulped, fear consuming him completely.
The shoes gradually moved away from his hiding place. Seeing that she had moved away, he heaved a sigh of relief that, apparently, had been too loud.
The sounds of footsteps halted for a mere second before becoming louder. He put his paws over his eyes and scrunched into a tight ball, all the while berating himself for being such an idiot. Why did he decide to run away in the first place?
The footsteps stopped just outside the partially open bookcase. His heart raced as he heard the slight sound of the door sliding open. It was over; he was going to die.
Silent sobs racked his body at the thought of his impending doom. He didn't want to die yet. There were still so many things he wanted to do...
He still hadn't thanked Ichigo for saving him.
He still hadn't thanked Rukia for allowing him to live.
He still hadn't said goodbye to them yet.
Most importantly, he still hadn't gotten a chance to touch Orihime's breasts.
He felt a strong hand latch on to the top of his head, slightly rough fingers covering his eyes.
It was the end, and he knew it. His worst fear was going to come true. The evil she-beast would do things to him... things he didn't dare think about.
He felt the person holding him stop moving, and suddenly realized that he was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't known that he was being moved. Not a moment later, he felt the comfort of a soft mattress beneath his body. At this point, he started praying. The end was only a few seconds away. The fingers that had previously been covering his face before were released to reveal... Ichigo?
He cried tears of joy. He jumped to hug Ichigo. He was promptly thrown into the wall.
But Kon didn't care anymore. He was just glad to be back.