Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Kon x Ururu
Sure
She was far nicer to him than other people were. Even Yuzu, who was ever so sweet, scrubbed him painfully and shoved his limbs into horrible clothes, but all Ururu ever did was pet him with anxious, uncertain fingers, even though she knew that he was a MOD soul, rather than a stuffed toy.
Perhaps it was because she knew that there was someone inside of the lion- someone who would care how he was treated. That touched Kon, and when he managed to take hold of Ichigo's body, he decided to take a couple of hours out from chatting up lovely women to spend some time with the little girl whose eyes were always wide and who always looked, somehow, like she was about to cry.
She smiled at him when he walked in, and knew immediately that it wasn't Ichigo. She knew his walk, she said- Ichigo would never walk the way that he did.
She still looked sad when he took her for ice-cream (hell, Ichigo's money), but her face brightened up a little when he ruffled her hair. Everything felt strange now that their positions were reversed, and he was the 'big' one, in charge- the dynamic had shifted, and those looks she gave him from through her eyelashes meant things that he had not noticed before now. To his surprise and worry, they made him want to look after her.
So he came back. Again and again, and Ichigo had to leave his body more and more frequently, and soon enough he was forgetting even the lovely mounds of Orihime's chest, his thoughts always instead on the unassuming girl, fingers in his fur or combing restlessly through her own hair in a nervous habit.
She told him he was lovely with a blush on her cheeks, her voice as monosyllabic as ever but betrayed by that flush of pink. He just grinned at her.
"Lovely enough to let me kiss you?"
He had meant it as a joke, but she hung her head and nodded it, slowly. To his terror, he felt his throat contract.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded again, skin near-white and strangely fragile.
He leant in, knees bent painfully, catching sight of the hitch of her breath in her throat as he got closer.
He just managed to press his lips to hers before Ichigo barged in, pissed to hell after having to search for his body, quickly just being completely disturbed at the spectacle in front of him.
Needless to say, Ichigo banned Kon from using his body for quite some time, and expressly banned him coming anywhere near Urahara's shop whilst he was in possession of it.
So now he sat, a golden plush lion with all the working capabilities of any human being, in the lap of a girl that was staring down at him, eyes still wide and looking like they were about to cry, but just a little bit happy, at the same time, and he realised that he was sure, too, sure that right here in this warm lap was just where he should be, where no one would pull on his fur or yell at him or treat him like he was a freak.
The toy sighed, a small exhale of stuffing-air.
He supposed, though, that that was because she was just as strange as he was, anyway.