Author Note: Hello you lovely people you :) Hope you guys had a great Halloween, mines was the BOMB since my sister and I went to see my god brother perform in his marching band, hell yes Im a loser like that and go watch marching bands hahahah xD And I am now offically older since Nov 3 whoot whoot! ...not like anyones cares anyways -.-

But besdies that, you guys see the new Bleach arc? Its so random and painful yet I cant look away.

I do have to apologize for the late update...November has been a flipping but kicker! Too many projects at school and everything else in between... i need to go on a vacation. Ha xD

Oh and a HUGE shout out to my lovely Amanda for being so awesome...and because shes selling me a pretty good pie :) hahahaha xD

Well let me stop talking and I shall humbly present to you letter C which is not only my favorite because a actualy real life situation happend in one of the drabbles but because my big sisters name starts with C! :D

SO! In honor of my lovely big sister Chelsea...I give you LETTER C!

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo pwns. Plain 'n simple T.T

Oh and before you start reading, have you taken a listen to the new Bleach 13 opening? :) "Melody of the Wild Dance" by SID

Your ears will thank you..

NOW ON WITH THE DRABBLES :D

C is for…

Closeness [word count: 173]

Even in a crowd, the attachment at the hip thing is not that bad.

Bleach © Tite Kubo

He didn't like to become close, neither did she. He was fine with staying in a bubble, with no girls interrupting him.

She was as well fine with staying in a bubble hoping she would pass through society without having to deal with the horrible species named 'male'.

Yet these two had formed a closeness that scared them but it excited them as well.

Simple gestures of sitting too close on the sofa, standing next to each the other that had skin touching and sending sparks down their arms and creating goose bumps, trying to fit through the door at the same time, and the situations of their faces creeping dangerously close was another gesture of proof that they had a closeness that was beyond abnormal.

He was not one for words whereas she was, but rarely used them to explain her deep emotions.

The two however did not need to say anything; they just stayed close to each other and enjoyed the closeness of their two bubble worlds coming together as one.

Cart [word count: 271]

Racing with them should be a sport. No seriously

Bleach © Tite Kubo

Ichigo and Kristen's combined laughter boomed throughout Wal-Mart with such a intensity that Lisa was sure everybody in the store heard the two …

well if they didn't hear the laughing they heard the sound of crashing glass.

"I didn't do anything." Erika scooted away slowly from the cart that had just seconds ago collided into the corner of the isle that contained cheap wine glasses.

Deep violet and crimson drips of champagne and shattered bottles covered the brown floor and people browsing by had raised eye brows at the sight. Kris clutched her side and leaned on the strawberry's tall arm as he laid his other hand on the younger Garcia's head, they just loved mocking her, Erika fumed with embarrassment and stomped to the clean side of the isle.

"Im controlling the cart from now on." Lisa grabbed the blue plated handle and wheeled the cart around the isle, Erika following her with flame red checks and two stupid heads behind her now crying because they were laughing so hard. They turned into the next isle and stopped on the side near the drinks.

"Kris, Ichigo, remind me never to allow her to run and jump on the cart EVER again!"

"Hahaha, of course mom."

"Sure thing Miss Lisa-"

"Spill on Isle 8, maintenance to isle 8" the dull announcing voice rumbled through the store.

The three of them stopped their conversation and turned to Erika who currently sat on the opening on the water bottles.

All of them began their gut hurting laughter again while the eldest Garcia took off down the aisle screaming "nobody has pity for meeeee!"

Crying [word count: 567]
Makes the makeup run but washes away the pain

Bleach © Tite Kubo

She hated crying.

The salty tears burned with heat and she shut her eyes trying to stop them from leaking, forming rivers running down her face. Geometry was just being a pain in the ass, her English essay wasn't the best as she thought it was but school wasn't just the source of her tears. Ichigo was spending more and more time talking to the auburn haired angel that lived across continents in Karakura. This was eating her life and more tears came as she thought about it all.

She hated crying, and because she was angry BECAUSE she was crying, she began shedding more tears.

Her mother was fast asleep, Kris laid beside Lisa in attempt to comfort herself and here she rest in her blue sheets hiding her weakness and water works.

But this was the best time to let her emotions out, nobody saw her, nobody heard her…well that's what she thought. Erika caught the measured foots steps of a light body, they hit the carpet and her heart dropped.

Kris heard her...

Or worse..,

He heard her.

Her eyes closed tightly, maybe her ears needs to be cleaned and she was just hearing things.

"You ok? I heard..crying.." The soft velvet whisper was something she KNEW she couldn't be just imagining.

Damn, and I thought I wasn't even that loud. Her small hands gripped the blue sheets and she covered her face, sinking deeper into the bed.

"Go away. Im not crying, just had a bad dream that spooked me, now go back to sleep strawberry." She heard him quietly scoff but instead of catching the sound of footsteps leaving, he sat down next to her bed with a thud.

He was NOT doing this! Her eyes opened and they hurt from the weeping, they probably were blood shot as well.

"Im not leaving." Ichigo firmly stated but his voice wobbled, almost as if he himself was shocked with his proclamation. Erika sighed and felt more tears escape.

"Whats wrong Erika?" that voice, it was so gentle, it was soft, the opposite of his normal self. She shut her blood shot iris then she sifted so that her body faced him. "Just go away Ichi', im fine."

Damn, her voice cracked during that whole damn sentence and the water works began again. In attempt to hide the tears, her blanket came flying to her face and whipped the tears away. She hoped that seeing her like this he would get frightened and leave, or just pat her head in comfort then leave but instead his next action had her gasping for air. His arms swept her into a bone breaking hug.

Her eyes wide opened and glossy, his body, his warm strong body was comforting her, HE was comforting her. "You…you don't have to tell me what's going on…but know that I'm always here for you."

Her body was wracked with sobs but yet she stayed still as he encaged her in his arms.

Finally realizing that he was actually HUGGING her, her arms outstretched themselves and returned the gesture plus began crying on his shoulder, "Im sorry…im getting your shirt dirty."

He quietly chuckled, "It's ok, you don't have to pay me back this time."

She gently smiled on his shoulder and soon became conscious that her tears were starting to dry up.

Canvas [word count: 889]

Empty, white, waiting for the mind to explode in a series of color escapades and creative wonder

Bleach © Tite Kubo

The room smelt of paint.

Hard and strong fumes that reminded him of car gas, hit his nose once stepping into the house, a smell that she refused to let loose because as she exclaimed when he asked her.

"There's nothing like smelling paint!" Yeah because you lost brain cells when you sniff it.

Or was it glue?

Whatever it was, the smell, and the sight was something Ichigo had not seen in all his ages. The kitchen was a canvas and the tiny Garcia girl was its orchestrator. A pure splotch that had bottles of paints, here, crumpled colorful napkins there and a wild Texan girl flying across the room brushing every type of brush onto her white landscape. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Kris mumbled and walked past her erratic sister, going to a glass of water that was in the fridge.

Ichigo however, stood still near the rocky fireplace, not wanting to intrude on the elder's wild dance.

And it was a dance.

One that she was actually coordinated at too!

The tawny eyed boy found his legs taking him to where the eldest Garcia currently leaned on the table, paint brush moving swiftly across the blank sheet. Closer, Ichigo got to see what she was actually getting to make. His face scrunched up in confusion. What was this girl actually drawing? The white canvas had blotches of blue, patches of purple, yips of yellow dashing up, glomps of gray and the thing didn't even look finished! She caught his presence and simply said. "They're clouds, with sun rays coming out."

Oh.

He could see it now, sorta.

But since he was near, Ichigo couldn't keep his eyes from not watching how at ease the older Garcia looked. Her face in complete concentration, and the painting starting to come in full circle of making towering clouds with light penetrating them, the process itself of her make them was what had him memorized. Ichigo couldn't paint, nor had any artistic abilities for that matter so witnessing the small elder create a painting in such a short time was

"Amazing. That's really..good." She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes and grinned. "Thank you mister! But I have to stop painting it because I have another work I want to start."

What? How could she so easily stop creating clouds like that?

Erika stood up, brush in hand, and whipped it across her face. Ichigos chocolate eyes widen "What are you doing!"

Swipe.

Blue streaked across his own face now. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Voice louder this time.

"I'm painting you!"

"No! You're painting ON ME YOU IDIOT!"

"NO! Shut up and listen!..or better yet, shut up and let me paint!" The brush now had yellow and was making its way towards his forehead, Erika tip toeing to reach it.

"No-no! stop!" Too late.

Soon he couldn't hold her off and any open skin area like his arms and neck were ravaged with color. Kristen just sat on the couch laughing at how when he would move away she would taint his tan skin with more color. "Erika! PLEASE let me know what you are doing!"

Sigh.

Erika eased up on her attack and smiled. "IT IS MONIFIC!" Her fake French accent came back, she kissed her finger and her whole face lit up.

"WHAT DID YOU DO-"

"Hush up! Let me talk!" The mad artist laid her brush on the counter, and then flung her finger onto his arm.

Blue is the color it pointed to.

"You are a canvas, every human is. We are blank at first but over time we become colored with our personality, ..soo" She poked the blue spot a few times.

"I painted all the colors your personality is Ichigo." She wore a happy girN, he wore a face of utter horror, confusion and wide eyed shock..What? Why? What would Erika not do, he thought dryly. The shinigami watched as she spoke about the color blue which represented his blue deep like thoughts and how his cancer sign was a water element.

Yellow of how he became all sun shine like whenever he laughed.

Orange, that one wasn't needed to be explained.

Red because he was short tempered, fiery and something else he did NOT expect her to put, a lover, towards his family of course but that didn't stop him for blushing like mad when she said it.

White, because of his hollow, who inside of his personal world scoffed at how stupid this whole thing was.

Purple, royalty, and how conceited he was. Green, thinker or lack of being one, as she put it. And he soon understood.

This was him, literally, in colors. He felt honored, a bit embarrassed about how well she had gotten to know him, but happy and buoyant none the less.

"Lastly!. For the piece d'resistance!"

The paint brush was in hand, he should've ran at that first sign but he was too absorbed at this whole momen.

Ichigo didn't have time to move when she plopped the red dot on his nose.

"Rudolf! Or.. a big clown!"

There's nothing like smelling paint, there's nothing like seeing someone paint and there is DEFINETLY nothing like having someone paint on you, about you and then chasing after that girl with paint right after.

Cereal [word count: 474]

Beautiful happiness in a tiny sugar coated puff

Bleach © Tite Kubo

When the late night hunger came up, she would wake up, walk with her ipod light on to guide her and made a nice bowl of cereal that calmed not only her stomach but her as well.

When the late night hunger came up, he used to wake up, walk with tired steps down the stairs, hoped his father would not bombard him and made a nice bowl of cereal that calmed not only his stomach but him as well.

Cereal is what had them talking the first few nights that they were living together, cereal seemed to be the answer to everything.

They were hungry but not starving, cereal was there. They wanted comfort, and cereal was there.

He heard the pantry door shut with quiet ease, and then the raining of coco puffs falling into the glass bowl.

A grin arose on his face and he began his walk to the kitchen.

Cereal was good for the heart as well.

It was at cereal talks, when the world was asleep, that the two confided with each other, where they rarely fought but instead sat on the counter and rambled about everything. Ichigo inform Erika on everything that happened to him, his past, his present, what he wants in his future. Erika would rant about everything that happened to her to him, her past, her present and what she wants in her future.

The small clock light was all that lit the kitchen, along with the glow of her phone.

She sat on her normal spot, high elevated, Indian style and wore her glasses. He inwardly beamed; her glasses always made her look cuter.

"All we have is coco puffs left." He rolled his eyes and grabbed a bowl from the pantry.

"Oh no what to do!" The Mexican Texan snickered at his sarcasm.

They didn't need to ask "oh can I sit with you?" or "Uhmm hi? Mind if I join you?" any more.

No, they were long past the awkwardness.

Now they woke up to eat cereal and would wait for the other.

Ichigo poured the chocolate flavored cereal puffs along with the milk and jumped onto the counter to join his female companion.

"I think my dad is tempting wither or not to jump a plane and come over here just to see you." Ichigo took a spoonful and had the girl sitting across him smiling with amusement. She rolled her eyes and devoured more of her midnight snack. "Im completely honored but I'm nothing that important for him to come see me."

"He thinks were dating that's why..errr I think." That had the elder chocking on her cereal in seconds.

Cereal talks were always good for something, even if it was to begin choking and have your male counterpart laugh, not doing a thing to help you out.

Watching the cowboys beat the Giants...it kinda makes me sad that their actually WINNING for once! But or being a Texan who does not like the cowboys, Im pratically getting boo'ed at here at my house by my mom and kris T.T sad I tell you, being bombarded by your own family...so sad.

But ignorning the game which i will be probs chaning since its so painful, I have to again give a HUGE shout out to Yamazi Amanda because yeah...shes the best..

SHE DREW ME THE BEST ICHIGO PICTURE EVE

If you can guess which one of these actually happened in real life, you will get a Ichigo keychain I saw at F.Y.E today..yeah pretty hardcore huh?

HAHAHAH xD

Now i must bid you all readers bye bye since I SHOULD be working on my English paper but this seemed like bigger priority :)

Thats how much i love ya guys ;D

Give me your thoughts please kiddies, anything...well you know the drill, no flames :D

Have a great night and lets hope the football games ends soon... ughh heehehehee

Bye bye loves :)