Title: Bonding (11th style)
Fandom: Bleach
Rating:T for swearing
Warnings: Uh, I'm in a silly mood right now. So yeah. You're warned.
Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own enjoyment.
Where the hell was everybody?
Ikkaku poked his head into Yumichika's room, snorting when he found it was empty. He was half tempted to merely leave without him. Serve him right missing drinks with Iba and Renji if the damned shinigami couldn't be bothered to be on time, dammit.
Ikkaku stomped down the hall, debating asking Kusajika-fukutaichou if she'd seen Yumichika. Up until about a week ago he wouldn't have thought the tiny vice-captain would have any idea where Yumichika was most of the time. However, every night for the past week, as Ikkaku came back from late night jogging (translation: fleeing 7th division as Iba gave chase in an attempt to steal his sake back) he'd come across Yumichika and Yachiru parting company.
If it had only been one night he might have forgotten about it. Two nights and he might have ignored it. Three nights and he might have assumed coincidence. But after a week he was beginning to suspect…something. What that was he didn't know. No matter how hard he thought he couldn't find a reason why Yumichika and Yachiru were spending so many evenings together. The two were, in his mind, the least likely companions.
After finding Yumichika's room empty Ikkaku decided that he would at least check to see if his vice-captain knew where the feathered shinigami was. And as he marched down the corridor he told himself he wasn't trying to catch them in the act. Whatever "the act" might be. He wasn't curious. Really, he wasn't. It was simply logical to ask Yachiru, since apparently they were B.F.F. all of a sudden.
However, when he knocked on Yachiru's door there was no answer. He slid it open and blinked at the darkness.
All right. Where the hell was everybody!
Fully intent on saying to hell with it Ikkaku turned away from Yachiru's door. He was about to stomp down the hallway when he noticed light from under Zaraki's door.
Well…Ikkaku tilted his head thoughtfully. He supposed he could ask his captain if he'd seen either Yachiru or Yumichika. After all, there was no harm in asking. And if his light was on it meant he was still awake, so it wasn't as if he'd be disturbing him.
He knocked and heard noise, which he guessed could have been his captain's grunt to enter. And so he slid open the door.
"Zaraki-taichou, I was—" Ikkaku halted.
He blinked.
He stared.
So that's what Yumichika had been doing all week…
"Shiny baldy head!" Yachiru's chipper voice snapped him out of his disbelief. "We woulda invited ya, but you don't have no hair!"
Zaraki remained expressionless, completely relaxed, as if it were normal for his 3rd seat to walk in on Yachiru braiding his bells into his hair as Yumichika, wearing several curlers, carefully put tiny little pig tails in the vice-captain's hair.
With slow, deliberate movements Ikkaku shut the door.