A/N: Hello again. Here's another little goofy thing that I wrote. Btw, my other fics arent' on permenent hiatus. It's just hard for me to get back into a full length story as busy as I usually am. Today is a good day for writing, but I can't guarentee later, you know! I promise I'll get to it. Just let me get back into the mojo!

Ichigo's Treasure

Yet again, Kon had been stuffed into the body of his nemesis, Ichigo. Okay, nemesis was a strong word, but Kon had to admit his certain dislike of the orange-haired punk.

So, no fun today because Ichigo always had a scowl on his face. No talking to all the pretty girls because they were Ichigo's classmates and Ichigo would be angry. And when Ichigo got angry, Kon would lose a little stuffing. There wasn't much left to spare, here! Why did that brat have to take all his anger problems out on poor defenseless, wonderfully special Kon? He needed anger management classes or something!

Now, poor Kon trapped himself in Ichigo's room while he and nee-chan went galavanting the streets having action and adventure. No point in trying to do anything fun since anything he did would get him in trouble. Maybe he should try his hand at running away again? That would show Ichigo! He could become a idol or something! All the beautiful, large breasted girls would flock to him. HAHAHAAH! He imagined himself all done up sexy and stuffed, sparkling to distraction in the lilme light. Oh yeah!

He sighed. Man, that would never work. Or would it? Why should he give up on his dream! He could do anything he put his mind to.

But, bah, he didn't know where to start. Plus, he had to wait until that orange-haired goober returned. Yipee.

What to do til then?

He sighed again. Ichigo was such a boring guy. No video games or interesting fighting manga to read. Boring, boring, boring. Kon rummaged through some of Ichigo's stuff, tossing it around the room.

There was a hidden pile waiting for him, hidden in darkness. With a devious twinkle in his eye, Kon picked up the secret stash, hungrily. Oh, what could it be? The excitement was killing him.

"Magazines?" he murmured to himself, feeling slightly disappointed.

Until he picked up the first one.

"WWWWAAAAAAAA!" he exclaimed in awe

Naked...bosoms...Naked bosoms for all the world to see. Big ones. Small ones. Some the size of Ichigo's head! Peach ones. Brown ones. Beauuuuuuuutiful ones!

His mouth hung slack as he savagely searched the periodicals. How could Ichigo hold out something so wonderful! It had to be the most wonderful treasure of all time. Tears misted Kon's eyes as he feverishly scanned the magazine.

The bedroom door slammed open. Kon jumped ten feet in the bed. Wide eyes turned to Ichigo's father. Kon could do nothing, but stutter.

"Ichigo, it's dinner time!" said Ichigo's father, with a puffed out chest, "Aren't you going to join us?"

"I-I-I-I--"

"What's that you have in your hand?"

Ichigo's father lept from his place at the door, until he landed squarely on Ichigo's bed. Kon still stared in shock. With a shaking hand, Kon handed over the magazine.

"Ooooooooh, HAHA! You found my magazines! Good work, son. Better you than your sisters! Yuzu would have had my hide!" he gave Kon a overly good whack in the shoulder, until he collapsed in the bed.

The older man hopped out of the bed as quickly as he had jumped in with all of Ichigo's treasure in hand.

"Take all the time you need, my boy. If you're anything like your old man, it will take a while." he puffed out his chest again, then left the room.

Kon sat stupified in the bed for a long time. When he came to his senses, he mourned the loss of the treasure. Oh cruel, cruel world. Taketh and snatcheth away!