Overly sensitive
As much as Kurosaki put that tough and punk act around him, he found that this time he just couldn’t keep it up. His tough resolve was falling apart and he could barely contain the urge to just drop dead and… laugh.
But of course he couldn’t. As the official representative of the Living World, he needed to put a good appearance- well that’s what Rukia said and he always found it was in his best interest to listen to her- and to laugh now when the faith of all of Soul Society and the Living World were at risk would simply be inappropriate, even he had to admit that.
Putting on a blank face, he looked at the front of the room where Byakuya was giving out his report- in that boring monotone of his- and Rukia stood to his side gravely listening to everything her nii-sama said. For a moment it worked and though he was bored and wondering what the hell they were talking about he managed to contain his cool.
“Based on the recollection of the few survivals in my own interaction, I have made a rough outline of what the enemy would look like,” the captain pressed a click of another button and the overhead changed once again to blow up the picture, so that all could see.
“…phh…”
“As you could see the head of the creature appears to be made of the herro content that we have encountered in other Arrancar.”
“….phhh….”
“This in turn causes the average sword to destroy itself, which caused many shinigami to be weaponless….”
“…bwphh….”
This time Byakuya noticed. He paused for a moment, glaring at him, before Kurosaki did his best to turn into a face of indifference.
“Furthermore, it can be concluded that it would be wise…”
“…pht…”
This time Rukia sent death daggers at him, promising him a certain death. Blinking he turned elsewhere but the overhead, trying to remember Ishida’s boring lectures about Newton’s’ First Law of Motion and all that crap.
“Finally, this is the last recollection of the unknown Arrancar.”
He made the mistake of looking up, and all at once he couldn’t contain the laugh that was just coming up his throat. He held his breath, telling himself he was probably going to blow a kidney or something from trying to hold his laughter in.
“Is there a problem, Kurosaki?” Byakuya finally asked, and everyone turned simultaneously at his blown up blue face and the tears that were growing in his eyes.
He nodded his head because really he couldn’t trust himself to talk just yet.
“Then could you continue to the report, considering that you were there as well?”
He blinked back, thinking to himself that he could get through this that there was nothing he couldn’t do if he didn’t put his mind on.
“Well we were by a…. BAHAHAHAHHAAAA!”
Whatever so maybe he was gonna die, but at least he would die happy and that’s all that matters, right?
“What’s seems to be so funny, Kurosaki?” Byakuya asked, and boy did he look sour.
All about him the Gotei-13 captains, stood seriously watching Kurosaki as he rolled about the ground, tears falling in his eyes, and his laughter bouncing off the walls. After five minutes, he looked up at him, his stomach hurting, his shinigami outfit messed up, and pushing back tears.
“You’re drawings! What the hell they’re worse than Rukia’s!”
“FOOL!” Rukia shouted out, throwing a random book at top speed towards Ichigo. It raced faster than a comet, the point of it landed on his eyeball, and he fell over clutched the eye in pain. “How dare you ridicule nii-sama’s drawings! They are clearly a work of art!”
“Thank you, Rukia,” Byakuya answered putting away his sword. “I assume there will be no more interruptions?”
No one said a word.
“Very well then,” he clicked another button and the overhead changed to a weird seaweed-sheep-hat-wearing- angrily-looking thingy with many eyeballs and holding what appeared to be a giant spoon.
“We observed this Arrancar several miles from our camp…”
At once Rukia became attentive and Ichigo finally stood up, holding his eye. All around him the other captains sighed in disappointment. Really he should have known that the Kuchiki clan was overly sensitive to their artistic skills.