A wonderful error [Azumanga Daioh/Bleach, Uryuu/Sakaki, G]
Title: A wonderful error
Rating: G
Words: 602
Warning: None
Prompt: 24th - Crossover, Azumanga Daioh/Bleach, Uryuu/Sakaki: awkwardness and fail - stuffed animals
Summary: It's the cultural week, and as Sakaki puts out her prized stuffed cats, she's not expecting to meet a comrade in arms.
Sakaki has to admit her last cultural week in high school ended with a bang. She had fun, she had many good friends, and above all, she’s finally (Finally!) moving out to get a cat. She found a very special comrade-in-arms.
It started like the previous festivals, like usual she was arranging the stuffed cat on top of her head again this year, the cat and the kitten sprawled lazily like the notorious tare-panda, and scanned the rest of their items. She has improved her sewing techniques significantly this year, and each pointy ear and fuzzy long tail looked more adorable than ever.
Many of the festival visitors glee at their collection of stuffed animals, and with Osaka parading around with a giant cat costume, Sakaki knew it was high time before all of them get sold out.
“Hey, look! This stuffed cat looks like the one you fixed, Ishida.”
An orange haired boy took one of Sakaki’s hand made cats by the ear, and it was all she could to stop herself from reprimanding him. There were a bunch of them, wearing Karakura First High’s uniform. Future customers, Sakaki reminded herself.
“It kinda looks like Kon,” the petite girl beside him commented, scanning the rest of the stuffed animals. “Too bad there are no bunnies here.”
“The difference is substantial,” The boy with the glasses replied finally, “Kon is a lion; he has round ears and manes. How can you compare that failure to this work of art? Nonetheless, Kurosaki, I never knew you have a thing for stuffed animals.”
The carrot top gritted his teeth, placing Sakaki’s cat back on the counter, and she suppressed a sigh of relief. “I was thinking of getting this for my kid sister, you moron. But Yuzu already has too many of them.”
“Really? I thought you’re the one who cuddled one to sleep,” Glasses boy sneered.
A vein throbbed on Kurosaki’s temple. “Remind me to kick your ass later, Ishida. C’mon Chad, we’re leaving.”
The giant-supposed-to-be-Chad high schooler took one of the mini stuffed penguin, and handed a thousand yen bill to Sakaki wordlessly, following the carrot top and the petite girl. In the confusion, Sakaki forgot to thank him for the purchase, and resorted to bow quickly to their retreating backs.
Only the boy with the glasses stayed, and he was staring intently at Sakaki through the lenses, making her under the impression of being under a magnifying glass on a hot summer day.
“We, um, have other models if you like,” she offered feebly.
Only when he’s sure his friends were out of earshot that he pointed to the cats on top of Sakaki’s head, and asked, “May I see those?”
Sakaki was stunned at first, but she took them down and handed them over eventually, not intending to defy him.
“This--” he held his breath as he scrutinized the cats. “is exquisite.” The boy went to admire the handiwork, going on a full detailed explanation about the advantages of rubber linings and linen cloths for the body parts, suede for thorough paw prints and nose parts, and the seemingly hidden threads. But he stopped uncomfortably at the tail’s material when he noticed Sakaki was staring at him with pure, unadulterated admiration.
Awkwardly, Ishida cleared his throat and handed the cats back to her.
“Do you…” Sakaki braved herself, gulping unconsciously, “like cats?”
The boy pushed his glasses up, which Sakaki later on identified as a way to cover his burning cheeks. “Only the ones that can’t talk.”
Despite the weird response, Sakaki concluded, it was love at first sight.
Rating: G
Words: 602
Warning: None
Prompt: 24th - Crossover, Azumanga Daioh/Bleach, Uryuu/Sakaki: awkwardness and fail - stuffed animals
Summary: It's the cultural week, and as Sakaki puts out her prized stuffed cats, she's not expecting to meet a comrade in arms.
Sakaki has to admit her last cultural week in high school ended with a bang. She had fun, she had many good friends, and above all, she’s finally (Finally!) moving out to get a cat. She found a very special comrade-in-arms.
It started like the previous festivals, like usual she was arranging the stuffed cat on top of her head again this year, the cat and the kitten sprawled lazily like the notorious tare-panda, and scanned the rest of their items. She has improved her sewing techniques significantly this year, and each pointy ear and fuzzy long tail looked more adorable than ever.
Many of the festival visitors glee at their collection of stuffed animals, and with Osaka parading around with a giant cat costume, Sakaki knew it was high time before all of them get sold out.
“Hey, look! This stuffed cat looks like the one you fixed, Ishida.”
An orange haired boy took one of Sakaki’s hand made cats by the ear, and it was all she could to stop herself from reprimanding him. There were a bunch of them, wearing Karakura First High’s uniform. Future customers, Sakaki reminded herself.
“It kinda looks like Kon,” the petite girl beside him commented, scanning the rest of the stuffed animals. “Too bad there are no bunnies here.”
“The difference is substantial,” The boy with the glasses replied finally, “Kon is a lion; he has round ears and manes. How can you compare that failure to this work of art? Nonetheless, Kurosaki, I never knew you have a thing for stuffed animals.”
The carrot top gritted his teeth, placing Sakaki’s cat back on the counter, and she suppressed a sigh of relief. “I was thinking of getting this for my kid sister, you moron. But Yuzu already has too many of them.”
“Really? I thought you’re the one who cuddled one to sleep,” Glasses boy sneered.
A vein throbbed on Kurosaki’s temple. “Remind me to kick your ass later, Ishida. C’mon Chad, we’re leaving.”
The giant-supposed-to-be-Chad high schooler took one of the mini stuffed penguin, and handed a thousand yen bill to Sakaki wordlessly, following the carrot top and the petite girl. In the confusion, Sakaki forgot to thank him for the purchase, and resorted to bow quickly to their retreating backs.
Only the boy with the glasses stayed, and he was staring intently at Sakaki through the lenses, making her under the impression of being under a magnifying glass on a hot summer day.
“We, um, have other models if you like,” she offered feebly.
Only when he’s sure his friends were out of earshot that he pointed to the cats on top of Sakaki’s head, and asked, “May I see those?”
Sakaki was stunned at first, but she took them down and handed them over eventually, not intending to defy him.
“This--” he held his breath as he scrutinized the cats. “is exquisite.” The boy went to admire the handiwork, going on a full detailed explanation about the advantages of rubber linings and linen cloths for the body parts, suede for thorough paw prints and nose parts, and the seemingly hidden threads. But he stopped uncomfortably at the tail’s material when he noticed Sakaki was staring at him with pure, unadulterated admiration.
Awkwardly, Ishida cleared his throat and handed the cats back to her.
“Do you…” Sakaki braved herself, gulping unconsciously, “like cats?”
The boy pushed his glasses up, which Sakaki later on identified as a way to cover his burning cheeks. “Only the ones that can’t talk.”
Despite the weird response, Sakaki concluded, it was love at first sight.