Written for the IchiRuki: A Challenge a Day event. Theme - Kitten. Date - July 9th. Also… ehh, it might be a little off, due to my rusting knowledge of everything outside Hueco Mundo. XD But we'll see.

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It was no secret that Kuchiki Rukia held a certain… passion for all things rabbit-like.

From lop-eared to cotton-tailed, from plastic Chappy dispensers to the American depiction of the Trix yogurt mascot, she loved them all.

Kurosaki Ichigo knew this all too well.

For how many times had he been sent on an errand to the Soul Society, to pick up the newest rabbit gikongan from the unseen manufacturers, or to buy the latest lapin candy creation from the Shinigami Women's Association?

Too many times, it seemed, because all the times he'd gone to fetch another new rabbit product for Rukia just seemed to blur together.

Of course, it wasn't like Ichigo really minded going and getting things for Rukia; the way her face lit up when she saw him, rabbit in hand, was enough to convince him that each trip was worth the trouble, but still it just seemed so…

Repetitive.

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"Ano sa… Ichigo."

The orange-haired teen's head shot up from the book it had been buried in. "Yeah?"

The petite, raven-haired shinigami smiled a small, fox-faced smile, her violet eyes sparkling mischievously in the bright light of the room.

Ichigo knew that look. Too well.

He groaned, and buried his face in his book again.

"Not again, Rukia."

She pouted at him, causing a vein to pulse in his forehead.

"What the hell happened to the one I got you last Tuesday?"

Rukia shrugged. "I ate it."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, and promptly propped himself back up against the headboard of his bed. "No way. This is just getting to the important part." He started reading his book once again, glaring aimlessly at the words in front of him.

"Really?" Rukia asked. Ichigo heard her jump off of his desk, which she had been sitting on, and walk to the side of the bed. He gripped the sides of the book harder and leered at the pages as if he could burn them. Rukia's hand appeared and grabbed the top of the book, forcing it away from Ichigo's face. "Is it more important… than me?"

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Ichigo slammed the glass door shut, and stomped all the way up the stairs into his room.

Rukia was waiting for him, a cat-like expression on her face. Triumphant.

He shoved the paper bag containing her rabbit-candy into her eager hands, and fell onto the bed face-first with a muffled thump.

"Thank you, Ichigo!" Rukia grinned and popped the top off of her new dispenser. "I'm going to try one out, alright? They're a new line of gikongan from the Soul Society for shinigami."

"Mmmph." He replied.

Rukia fished out a single, green soul candy from the dispenser, and popped it casually into her mouth.

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"How did this happen?!"

"Don't ask me, darling; I had nothing to do with it, nyah."

"You're not Chappy!" Rukia was aghast.

"No, I am not. How long did it take you to figure that out, nyah?" The double of herself, who was, in fact, not herself mewled back slyly.

"… Ichigo?" She shoved the boy on the bed, who did not react.

"I bet he did this to you on purpose, nyah. He's not responding."

"Will you stop rubbing against my leg? What are you supposed to be, anyways?!"

"Why, my name is Ginnosuke, and I am what you might call a cat, nyah. I've been meaning to ask you something, as well; where is Ranji-sama, nyah?"

"… Renji? What do you mean, Renji?!"

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Ichigo couldn't hold it in any longer and started laughing into the bed.

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