Cramped
Hi. I wrote a fic. OMG IKR? It's... been a long time. This is short. This is cracky.. this is wtf.
Title: Cramped
Author: Megz
Paring: Keigo x Kon
Rating: Pg-13
Kink: Disorders (phobias; neuroses; obsessive-compulsive disorder)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I have no real good reason for doing this. I blame Hime for showing us this random pairing/kink generator. I saw this and... I couldn't help it...
'Why am I-'
“ICHIGOOOOOO!!!”
'-stuck in here-'
“SAVE MEEEEEE”
'-with this idiot...'
Kon was not happy. There were few things he disliked about being Ichigo. Besides having to pretend to be some emo teenager who got good grades (lord knows how he does it), he hated being chased around by hollows. He didn't really mind when Isshin tackled him in front of Ichigo's sisters (he supposed the man had to put on a show for them), and Ichigo's friends weren't all that bad, but Kon was beginning to add another person to his list of “things he doesn't like about being Ichigo”.
Keigo was, to say the least, annoying to Kon. He did not understand how Ichigo put up with this idiot, yet found Kon unbearable. He was grabby, loud, talkative, and far more of a scaredy-cat than Kon was. Everyday at school, the gikongan had to put up with the brunette teen glomping him or chasing after him with a kissy face. Trying to defend himself against these attacks usually lead to some sort of havoc; either a wall ruined or a desk broken. Their current situation could be blamed on this.
Kon had been walking down the hall, coming back from skipping phys-ed when he heard the familiar footsteps of his school time nemesis. Quickly turning around, the mod-soul barely had enough time to grab Keigo by the arm and tried to shove him in the nearest broom closet. He wasn't prepared, however, for the teen to grab him back and pull him along, door slamming behind them. Upon quick check, the boys realized the door locked on from the outside. Another check provided them with the information that the light didn't work either. And of course, Keigo had to be afraid of the dark.
“Why would you shove me in here, Ichigo?! I was only coming to hug you!”
“I don't want hugs, you idiot! This is your fault we are stuck in here! Why are you so close to me?!”
“I need to be touching something, I'm scared! Who knows what is in here!”
“Another three walls and a couple of brooms. Are you terrified of them too?”
“....maybe.” The teen whimpered, holding onto Kon's arm tighter. “Lately you've been more mean than normal... I thought we were best friends, Ichigo..”
Kon sighed. It was very difficult, in these times, to pretend to be the orange haired teen. If Keigo was a girl, maybe he'd consider being nicer. But Kon just wasn't into being nice to guys. The most the gikongan could muster was a pat on the other teen's head. But that seemed to be enough, as the brunette made a whining sound and toppled the taller teen over.
“O-oi...! Leggo of me... K-keigo!”
“Last time, when I was scared at the amusement park, you let me hold your hand... why are you so distant now?”
'Ichigo let him...? Damn, what the hell?! You're making me look uncool, Ichigo!' “Calm.. calm down, Keigo. I uh... I just got a lot on my mind. Do you wanna hold my hand...? Just... get off me first-”
“And we don't kiss anymore.. do you not like me anymore?!”
'KISS?! Hold on!! I might have guessed this guy might be, but Ichigo?! No wonder he never looked at Nee-san or Orihime-chan... Well, I am not taking a bullet for this one. Sorry, Ichigo.' “Keigo, I'm not-”
“If you won't kiss me, then I'll just have to take it!” If Kon had been a little better prepared, he might have been able to stop the other before he felt lips pressed to his sloppily. It took only a few moments (he wasn't counting, but Kon would say at least 5 seconds) before the door was knocked down with a force the mod-soul wasn't aware he had. He was down the stairs and out the building before Keigo even had a chance to sit up, rubbing his head.
“Huh... So Tatsuki was right.. that's not Ichigo.” The boy smiles widely. “At least I got to kiss Ichigo!... kinda. Wonder what else I could trick that not-Ichigo into...”
Title: Cramped
Author: Megz
Paring: Keigo x Kon
Rating: Pg-13
Kink: Disorders (phobias; neuroses; obsessive-compulsive disorder)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I have no real good reason for doing this. I blame Hime for showing us this random pairing/kink generator. I saw this and... I couldn't help it...
'Why am I-'
“ICHIGOOOOOO!!!”
'-stuck in here-'
“SAVE MEEEEEE”
'-with this idiot...'
Kon was not happy. There were few things he disliked about being Ichigo. Besides having to pretend to be some emo teenager who got good grades (lord knows how he does it), he hated being chased around by hollows. He didn't really mind when Isshin tackled him in front of Ichigo's sisters (he supposed the man had to put on a show for them), and Ichigo's friends weren't all that bad, but Kon was beginning to add another person to his list of “things he doesn't like about being Ichigo”.
Keigo was, to say the least, annoying to Kon. He did not understand how Ichigo put up with this idiot, yet found Kon unbearable. He was grabby, loud, talkative, and far more of a scaredy-cat than Kon was. Everyday at school, the gikongan had to put up with the brunette teen glomping him or chasing after him with a kissy face. Trying to defend himself against these attacks usually lead to some sort of havoc; either a wall ruined or a desk broken. Their current situation could be blamed on this.
Kon had been walking down the hall, coming back from skipping phys-ed when he heard the familiar footsteps of his school time nemesis. Quickly turning around, the mod-soul barely had enough time to grab Keigo by the arm and tried to shove him in the nearest broom closet. He wasn't prepared, however, for the teen to grab him back and pull him along, door slamming behind them. Upon quick check, the boys realized the door locked on from the outside. Another check provided them with the information that the light didn't work either. And of course, Keigo had to be afraid of the dark.
“Why would you shove me in here, Ichigo?! I was only coming to hug you!”
“I don't want hugs, you idiot! This is your fault we are stuck in here! Why are you so close to me?!”
“I need to be touching something, I'm scared! Who knows what is in here!”
“Another three walls and a couple of brooms. Are you terrified of them too?”
“....maybe.” The teen whimpered, holding onto Kon's arm tighter. “Lately you've been more mean than normal... I thought we were best friends, Ichigo..”
Kon sighed. It was very difficult, in these times, to pretend to be the orange haired teen. If Keigo was a girl, maybe he'd consider being nicer. But Kon just wasn't into being nice to guys. The most the gikongan could muster was a pat on the other teen's head. But that seemed to be enough, as the brunette made a whining sound and toppled the taller teen over.
“O-oi...! Leggo of me... K-keigo!”
“Last time, when I was scared at the amusement park, you let me hold your hand... why are you so distant now?”
'Ichigo let him...? Damn, what the hell?! You're making me look uncool, Ichigo!' “Calm.. calm down, Keigo. I uh... I just got a lot on my mind. Do you wanna hold my hand...? Just... get off me first-”
“And we don't kiss anymore.. do you not like me anymore?!”
'KISS?! Hold on!! I might have guessed this guy might be, but Ichigo?! No wonder he never looked at Nee-san or Orihime-chan... Well, I am not taking a bullet for this one. Sorry, Ichigo.' “Keigo, I'm not-”
“If you won't kiss me, then I'll just have to take it!” If Kon had been a little better prepared, he might have been able to stop the other before he felt lips pressed to his sloppily. It took only a few moments (he wasn't counting, but Kon would say at least 5 seconds) before the door was knocked down with a force the mod-soul wasn't aware he had. He was down the stairs and out the building before Keigo even had a chance to sit up, rubbing his head.
“Huh... So Tatsuki was right.. that's not Ichigo.” The boy smiles widely. “At least I got to kiss Ichigo!... kinda. Wonder what else I could trick that not-Ichigo into...”