Don't own Bleach. The Powers That Write Fanfiction won't leave me alone until I write all these random ideas down. Blame them for my weird, cracky ideas, not me.
Genre: Humor
Characters: Nanao, Shunsui
"Nanaaaoooo-chaaaan!" Shunsui's voice floated through the window behind her. He was on the roof again, probably hanging upside-down in her window. The tone he used was so annoying Nanao could actually feel the words bouncing around in her skull. She ignored him.
"Nanao-chan, I can't find my hat." That wasn't surprising. Given the amount of sake he'd consumed, Nanao would have believed it if he couldn't find his own head.
She listened for a moment, then caught the sound of the scrape of roof tiles, a muffled thud and the tell-tale crunching of woven straw.
Evidently he'd found his hat.
I wish I could have made this one longer than 100 words. I had some fun sentences but they were unnecessary. Dang, these drabbles can be tough.