Name: Opetation: Underwear
Rating: PG
Summary: Ichigo had always guessed it was something like that, though he'd never tell anyone, but he always knew deep down that Rukia wore chappy underwear. As for the strawberry patterns on the others ...

Author's Notes: I have no clue why I wrote this down...

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.

Operation: Underwear

"Truth or dare? The truth is Kurosaki, do you love Kuchiki-san?"

"Dare."

The word was out of Ichigo's mouth before he even realized that, in saying 'dare', he'd pretty much told everyone his answer. Ishdia smirked at him, Renji raised an eyebrow, and Chad did nothing. Ishida, the one to have thought up the question in the first place, contemplated what kind of torture that he was going to make Ichigo endure.

"Fine. Kurosaki, your dare is to... go through Kuchiki-san's underwear drawer and to prove you actually did it, you have to photograph at least three different designs."

"Eh ... excuse me? I have to do what?" Ichigo sputtered, a small blush scattering across his cheeks.

"You chose dare. You either do this, or you do a double dare, and that will involve physical contact with someone you'd rather not be close to."

Ichigo glared and Ishida stared right back. Neither spoke until Ichigo sighed, saying slowly, with a groan and a frown, "Do you plan on providing the camera? Because Rukia used up the disposable one I got her, and that was the only camera anyone in my house owned."

"Sure."

It was less than half an hour later that Orihime was happily leading Rukia out of the Kurosaki house on that promised to be an interesting trip to the store.

Ichigo held the camera in his hands and glared at it as if it was the cause of all of his pain and suffering.

"I hate you," he informed the object. And, just as he was about to walk into his house on the mission of death, Ishida called from the yard,

"If you can manage strawberry designs, you only have to take two pictures!"

Ichigo threw the nearest stick at the the young Qunicy as he walked inside and slammed the door loudly.

He stomped up the stairs and walked inside the room that Rukia shared with Yuzu and Karin and glared at the dresser as if had caused him grievous harm.

"I hate you, too."

Opening the drawers, he began his quest for underwear. Shirts; nope. Skirts; nope. Socks, warmer, but still a big nope.

Then, he opened the next drawer and raised his eyebrow and took a deep breath. Grabbing the nearest long, thin object, a pencil, he reached into the drawer and picked up one of the pairs. "She's gonna kill me, you know," he stated mater-of-factly to the bunny print underwear that he was holding in front of him.

The bunnies were staring at him.

Taking another deep breath, he shuffled through the drawer, and his eyebrows rose even more when he saw what lay at the bottom. He reached in, trying at all costs to avoid all the bunny underwear, and picked up the small object.

It was one of those tiny, key-chain notebooks that you could write about five words on one page with.

"Huh," Ichigo said slowly, reaching over to un-clip the clasp. He opened to the first page, and not to his surprise, he found drawings of bunnies on them. An amused look was on his face as he flipped the page. More drawings, and even more after that.

When he reached the last page, he felt himself smile as he saw two bunnies simply drawn on the paper; one had dark raven hair and the other had bright orange. The caption at the top said: "He's a pain in the ass, but I think I might love him."

The words were tiny, and he had to struggle to read them, but when he had, he felt a grin spread across his face as he placed it back in its original spot.

He didn't even seem to mind as he finished photographing, and, even though he had found strawberry print, he took three pictures like Ishida had told him.

However, he failed to notice as the door to the room slammed open. He jumped in surprise and blinked a few times as he stared into the very angry face of Kuchiki Rukia.

"Kurosaki Ichigo! I'm going to kill you!"

And with a grin still on his face, he ran for his life.

Random, bash-your-head-against-the-wall kind of story, huh? Please, please, please tell em what you think. I hope you like, because I wrote this while baby-sitting instead of WIYH—I have writers block on that one.

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