Title: Bunny Diplomacy

Rating: PG

Characters/Pairings: Ichigo, Rukia

Word Count: 374

Warnings: Short crack

Summary: Ichigo tries to tell Rukia her drawings suck.

A/N: .:sigh:. Well, I tried. Sorry for the suckiness. I have writer's block like no other. Grrr.

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"Dammit, Rukia!" He rubbed the part of his head where her foot had just been. "Will you stop it!"

A fist came flying at him, connecting with his gut painfully and making him double over.

"It's a bunny!" she cried, sending an elbow towards his face. "Can't you see that!"

He sidestepped her elbow and watched her seethe, her brows knit in anger and hands curled into tight fists at her sides. She held up a pad of paper, her knuckles turning white where she gripped the edge, and shoved it in his face.

There was silence for a few seconds, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing, until Ichigo scoffed.

"It looks like a constipated beaver."

She slapped him on the shoulder with the pad of paper viciously, her knee coming up to stab him in the stomach.

"It's a bunny!" She reinforced the statement with a fruitless punch to his head that he barely managed to duck.

"You can't draw, Rukia," he said, taking her temporary shock to grab her by the shoulders and hold her in place. "It's hopeless."

A knee slammed into his crotch, sending him crumpling to the floor and watching her scowl through the stars in his eyes. He vaguely wondered how he had forgotten her sharp legs when he decided to assert her of her horrifying art skills.

A strangled hiss escaped his throat as she looked down on him, her hands on her hips and an angry frown on her face.

"Dammit, Rukia," he spit out, pain still radiating from the general vicinity of his balls. He struggled to his feet again, hands stationed in front of the important parts as he glared at her. "You didn't have to do that!"

She got that dangerous glint in her eye, one brow twitching ever so slightly in a way that said clearly, 'oh, you think so?'

"Look," he said quickly, before she could go on the attack. He sighed, an idea forming in his mind. "How about I get you a rabbit?Andyou promise me you'llstop drawing them?"

He regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth, but the happy glow she emitted almost made it worth it. Almost.

"Deal."

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END