Sorry for the late update. I was away on a little trip and didn't have time to sit down to type it out but as a reward this is longer than the previous one and as promised Kon bashing. Well, here it is…the ending…I hope you guys will enjoy this piece too!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and its characters but they belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 4: Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire
Kon's POV
Ichigo is gone and I am stuck under the hot sun several feet above the ground with both my furry ears securely fastened to a silly laundry line. Ichigo really owe me big time for this favour. I would not mind enduring the torture and the hotness if and only if there was something nicer to feast my eyes on; perhaps some beautiful girls with ample amount of busty bosom or since it is this hot, naked ones would do just fine! I, for one, am not going to complain if one did appear before me right now.
Sadly, things do not always go as one desires. Thus, I was left there entertainment less for the whole time. Well, Ichigo's flat-chest sister cannot be categorized under entertainment since she possesses no 'valuable assets' and I have yet to forget about all those horrid things she had done to me. Although I am rather grateful for her occasional presence since she is a nice change of scenery compared to the grass and my ever-changing linen neighbours. It would be even more grateful if she actually took me in during one of her never-ending trips in and out of the house with the laundry basket.
Speaking of laundry basket, it is amazing how life can be so unfair at times. After all, as the saying goes, first come first serve. Therefore, theoretically, and after noting the other articles left on the line, I should be the lucky one to be picked next and brought in compared to the latter laundry. But the latter ones always get picked over me, be it if they were bedspread, towels, t-shirts, or cloths.
Why should I be the only one left behind? What do they have that I lack? Why do they get favoured over me? Besides, all my other comrades (the other articles that were from the same batch) have long been brought in and now there is not a friend left behind either. If they were around, at least, I could gossip or get hot up-dates on latest happenings in the fabric world of Ichigo's house but now I am here all alone. Why, why am I the only one left on the line?
'Sheesh, I'm even indirectly bullied by all the clothes and fabric present in Ichigo's house! Did Ichigo personally train them to treat me this way? I bet that that brat must be Ichigo's number one student!'
Yuzu's POV
The miso soup has started to bubble gently in the pot. I closed the lid and turned down the fire to let the soup simmer. Satisfied with the size of the flame, I opened it up again and dipped the wooden spoon into it. I brought up a small amount and placed it into the small saucer to taste. It is perfect. I then turned my attention to the pan next to it. The oil is heated up and ideal for frying.
I was about to drop the medium sized sardines into the oil when it occurred to me that I forgot to do something. Something of great importantance; but I cannot remember what it is nor why is it important. I put the fishes back onto the plate and tried recalling something or anything at all but I came up with nothing. I shook my head and shrugged off the feeling; probably it was just my overactive imagination acting up again. I picked up the plate and balanced it on my right palm; I was about to pick up the sardines with my left hand when it hit me. I quickly put the plate back onto the counter top and rushed to the back door.
The shape of the clothes line and Onii-chan's teddy bear could still be seen in the distance even though the sky has darken tremendously as the sun is now peeping out of the horizon while night is making its majestic entrance. I quickly made my way towards the nylon line to retrieve Onii-chan's favourite bear. Unhooking the pegs that are holding the ears to the line I took it down. I heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully I remembered to take it in time. I shuddered at the thought of Onii-chan's beloved teddy bear getting all green with mould because it got wet again by the night dew. Clutching it protectively to my chest, I made my way back to the house, my footsteps long and hurried. Otou-san and Karin-chan would be waiting for dinner to be served soon and the gas is still on.
Kon's POV
'Finally, she's taking me in…just when I was beginning to feel unloved around here!' I thought sourly. 'Wait, I'm always unloved around here!'
Unwillingly, all the memories of my past mistreatments began flooding back into my consciousness. There was that time where I went through the whole trouble of waking Ichigo up because he was going to be late for school (and also because I wanted to complain to him about what thisbrat did to me) and he repaid me by trying to rip my ears off before stepping all over me. Then there was that time when I wanted comfort and tender loving care from Nee-chan and Ichigo after being mercilessly abused by two kids who know all about modified souls and all, instead they roughly shove me off to that Quincy guy who sewed me up in a freaking dress before they all marooned me at the dark gloomy school. And I had to find my own way home on these broken legs. Not to mention, the time when I was taped and strapped to the pipe behind the toilet seat for hours by the person I trusted most Nee-chan. And for all my bravery, instead of getting hugs and kisses from Ichigo, I was sprayed in the eye with large doses of air-freshener enough to kill a whole colony of mosquitoes before rudely slapped and bounced around the room.
'Oh God...what is the purpose of my pitiful existence in this world? Please give me a sign…any sign… that would lead me back to the path of my lost destiny!'
Suddenly I felt it, the answer to my request and the very reason behind my pitiful existence. Of course, God works in mysterious ways and the feel of these budding nipples against my cheeks are telling me that my main purpose in life is to…go forth and multiply!
'Ah…Lord! I will embrace and fulfill your wish to the fullest. You can count on me! '
The sign and enlightenment explains a lot. And it came at a crucial time too just when I was beginning to wonder if I was actually suffering from chemical imbalance, a side effect of unsupervised measuring in the production process in the mod-soul factory, with all those weird horny thoughts constantly popping up in my mind.
Yuzu's POV
"HELLO Yuuuzzzzzzuuuuuuu!" Otou-san called out and before I know it I was being lifted up by his strong arms in a tight embrace. It is touching the way Otou-san is so concerned about me but this is really uncomfortable with my arms pinned down like this and I can hardly breathe. "How is my little girl doing?"
"I'm…okay…Otou-san! I…just…went…out…to…get…" I struggled to answer Otou-san since he is literally squeezing the life out of me. "...Onii-…"
Kon's POV
The crushing force came without a warning. I found my whole body pressed tightly against the slightly curvaceous body of Ichigo's little sister. After spending the whole day in the sun, this is quite a rewarding compensation. I never thought that her body could be this developed since she does looks like a plank on the outside!
Yuzu's POV
"Yuzu, you are kind of hot…are you coming down with a fever?" interrupted Otou-san. I felt Otou-san loosen his iron-like grip around me and soon found my two feet back firmly on the ground.
"Come on, let's see…let's see…" he pressed his palms against my forehead. "Hmmm…it's hotter than usual…let's do a full body check!"
"Otou-san…I'm feeling fine…really fine…"
My assurances fell on deaf ears. Otou-san is dead serious on performing a full body check there and then.
"OKAAAAAAAY! First, let's take your clothes off!"
Otou-san brought both my arms up and I felt the hem of my one-piece dress being lifted.
'Otou-san can't be serious… right…Otou-san wants me to take off my clothes right here in the doorway so Otou-san can perform a full body check…this is embarrassing…and I'm having my thing now…'
"HANDS OFF...YUZU... YOU SICK-MINDED OLD MAN!"
My dress fell back into place as Otou-san was forced to let go when Karin-chan's kick connected squarely with his jaw. Karin-chan continued screaming at Otou-san and punctuated each of her abusive words with a fresh new kick. I winced each time the blows struck. If Karin-chan does not relent, Otou-san would definitely die!
"Karin-chan…" I started.
Aww……ahh…..hmmm……
It came from Onii-chan's teddy bear. I looked down at the stuff animal on my chest and furrowed my brow. I am not holding on to it anymore but it is still stuck firmly on my chest. This is weird.
Ahh…HMMMMMM…………OOOH…….
The strange sounds are getting louder and louder. Karin-chan stopped in mid-kick and stared at me. Otou-san is also staring at me through his blue-black eyes. At least Otou-san would not die in the hands of Karin-chan now but…
'What's wrong with Onii-chan's teddy bear? It's talking…'
I am starting to panic. A stuffed animal is stuck on my chest. No, corrections, a talking stuffed animal is stuck to my chest. To make matters worse, it seems to be pressing harder onto my chest. That was before…it moved!
"EKKKKKKKKKK………………." I screamed out, unable to suppress my fear any longer.
Kon's POV
This feels really good. I always dream of burying my head between firm perfectly round breasts but budding breasts do have their own appeal too. This is wonderful, absolutely fabulous!
"Aww……ahh…..hmmm……"
Marvelous! Blissful! Spectacular!
"Ahh…HMMMMMM…………OOOH!"
To optimize the experience and get the full feel, I buried my head deeper into the bosom.
'Hey, I got hung out like some piece of laundry under the hot sun the whole day…I deserve more than this…' I reasoned silently in my head.
It was then I got the idea that perhaps by moving my cheeks a little I could maximize the feel of the small bulge more fully. I was executing my perfectly thought plan when my tail was forcefully yanked. I frantically hung onto the brat's clothes to prevent myself from sailing away.
"AHHHHH…………………"
Unfortunately, the force got stronger than my 'frail' limbs could handle and I had to let go unless I wanted my arms ripped off.
Yuzu's POV
Karin-chan was the first to recover and react from the shock. In a blink of an eye, Karin-chan is in front of me and is pulling the stuff animal away from me by its tail. To my horror, it stuck onto me with its claw-like paws, screeching like a banshee. It reminded me of the two small black strips of plastic on my shoes that adheres tightly when pressed together thus lacing the shoes up, I think Onii-chan once told me that it was called Velcro, except this piece is situated at the wrong place and has a life of its own. My yellow one-piece dress stretched with Karin-chan's Herculean strength before it finally detached itself.
"YOU…PERVERTED….STUFFED…ANIMAL…"Karin-chan roared as she twirled the teddy-bear by its tail above her head triumphantly. We, Otou-san and I, could only stare at Karin-chan in shock. It spun round and round, gaining speed before she let go of it. The sudden removal of centripetal force coupled with the gravitational force exerted by the Earth itself caused it to fly quite a distance before it landed into…the frying pan. There was a plop sound as it sunk in then there was the common sizzling sound when something is in the process of being fried.
"Fufufufu……." Karin-chan chuckled, her black eyes gleaming with pride at her handiwork. "That's what you get for messing with my sister. Come…let's have dinner!"