Disclaimer~
You know, if I did own Bleach, writing these stories would probably be considered "spoilers."
"C'mon, Kurosaki-kun~! You said that staying over isn't a problem."
"I-It isn't, it's just that..."
"It's just what?"
"The closet? Really, Inoue?"
Orihime pouted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, "Well, Rukia-chan gets to sleep in your closet. How come I don't?" Ichigo grumbled something under his breath, "Even if I told her not to, she would've anyway."
"Then...does that mean that I have to just stay in the closet, whether you tell me to get out or not?"
"Inoue, please don't be difficult."
"But..Kurosaki-kun..." She put on her ridiculously cute pout, enormous eyes blinking back fake tears. Orihime took a small step closer, hands clasped around him. "Gah, fine!" He said in defeat, "Sleep in the damn closet."
Her hands threw up in victory, and Orihime nearly flew into Ichigo's spacious closet. He only rolled his eyes, and sat on his own bed. Then, something dawned on him. Where was Kon? The reason why he didn't want Orihime in his closet is because he was kind of embarrassed about that...but if Kon was in the closet with her...
That just led to whole new problems.
"Inoue-"
"Oh, what's that?" He heard her inquire, and his stomach flopped over, twice. "My goddess!" Came Kon's squeaky voice, and a vain throbbed in anger on Ichigo's forehead, a large hand reaching for the door. He threw it open, a growl erupting from his twitching lips.
"Ah, Kurosaki-kun." Orihime said, a happy tone in her voice as she turned. Kon was reaching eagerly towards her chest, a lustful look in his beady mod-soul eyes.
"Kon!" Snarled the shinigami, choking the puny stuffed animal in his hand, chucking him out of the closet. Orihime smiled lightly. She was used to that, though she never understood why.
Kon grumbled angrily to himself, stubby arms crossed. "Stupid Ichigo, always messing something up. Damned carrot top." He glanced up, and noticed that Ichigo had his head and arms in the closet, and heard them both making strange noises.
"Good night, Inoue."
"Sweet dreams, Kurosaki-kun."
His cheeks were a light red when he closed the closet, and Ichigo looked down upon tiny Kon. "Get out."
"But-"
"Out."
Kon didn't want to, but he began to retreat towards the bedroom door. Finally, his curiosity over took him, and he turned around, jumping up. "What were you and my goddess doing!?!"
"First of all, she isn't your goddess," Said Ichigo, a possessive tone in his already irritated voice, "And, we weren't doing anything but talking." He turned away quickly, cheeks aflame. Kon did notice something though.
Right on Ichigo's cheek was something glittery, and sticky. It was a soft pink, in the shape of perfect, pouty lips. Kon muttered, "Damn it, she kissed him."
Mmkay.
Carrot top shinigami + Auburn Princess + Closet = Sweet dreams
And whatever "sweet dreams" means to ya. ;)
Kon tries so hard to win his goddess's heart, but, alas, her knight in shining armour is not him. ^^
Hope you all liked it.