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Chapter 4: Pop Goes the Weasel

Prompt: The sound of a bullet...

There was no surprise when a sock-covered potato flew over his head. Yachiru was busy having her summer fun, ensuring that everyone in the Soul Society was a part of it. Somehow, she'd managed to build a potato gun out of pipe and, quite possibly, fireworks, having stolen the materials from the Third Seat himself. As such, the man was now chasing her around the barracks, screaming vulgar curses as Yachiru giggled and fired off another shot at him.

"Goddammit, Lieutenant!" he barked, now dodging the water balloons that came his way.

Kenpachi smirked, sliding backwards on the veranda as Yachiru stomped through the drenched grass, sending a spray of water in his direction. Cute as she was, it got to be a real pain when she wanted to play games all the time, having decided that he was her favorite playmate. He'd much rather play with her than file paperwork, but her endless supply of energy was more than enough to suck him dry. It was for this reason that he had been fortunate, as she'd selected Ikkaku to play with her early that morning, waking the man with a blow horn that had set his temper off. Kenpachi was very lucky that his girl hadn't done that to him.

His eyes widened as another sock flew out of the tube, smacking Ikakku in the face as he screamed. The man easily tossed it aside, the limp object coming to rest a few feet from where the captain sat. His hand reached out, closing around the mud-covered thing, laughing when he discovered that Yachiru had awarded the sock with a crudely drawn face, complete with whiskers and ears.

"Yachiru!" he shouted, her face peering around the corner. "The hell'd you do to your sock?"

The little girl squealed, obviously pleased that he'd taken notice of her game. She hopped onto his knee, shoving her hand inside the fabric, making it open and close its mouth. "It's a weasel, Kenny. I made a bunch of 'em!"

That worried him. "How many, Yachiru?" She'd likely ruined all of her socks.

"My bucket's full of 'em!" To prove herself, Yachiru darted across the lawn to retrieve her green pail, tilting it in his direction as she smiled. "My drawer was full of 'em, Kenny! They were sad, living in that tiny drawer, so I brought them outside to play."

As Ikkaku roared around the corner, zanpakuto in hand, Yachiru picked up her own weapon, loading it with a handful of "weasels" before firing at him with a loud laugh. At first, the socks seemed to have no effect, but when she shoved a rather large potato into one of them and fired, Ikkaku went down with a loud groan, lying in the grass with a very wet potato sock in his face.

"Why weasels, Yachiru?"

She grinned triumphantly, staring up at him as she held the gun on her shoulder. "It's like the rhyme, Kenny. 'Pop goes the weasel!'"