[Drabble/Ficlet] Batch #04 - Gouhou Drug, Prince of Tennis, Angel, TRC/Bleach
Title: Stepping on the Small Man
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Gouhou Drug
Characters/Pairings: Leprechaun, Kazahaya, Rikuo
Word Count: 551
Author's Notes: For chaineddove, who wanted Gouhou Drug. And because she is pretty and sweet and mine. ^_^
“Oi! Watch where ye be steppin’!” a voice yells and Kazahaya freezes.
Rikuo is next to him, and the only other person on the street, so Kazahaya assumes that it is his roommate playing tricks on him. “Real mature, Rikuo,” Kazahaya mutters sullenly, and takes another step.
“Are ye deaf, lad?” the voice cries again, and this time, Kazahaya looks down and promptly scurries backwards, bumping into Rikuo’s chest and turning around and burying his face in Rikuo’s shoulder. Rikuo sighs and arms wrap around Kazahaya’s waist before Kazahaya realizes what he’s doing.
Kazahaya jumps away and is once again in front of the tiny man.
The small man rolls his eyes. “Ye’d think he’d ne’er seen a leprechaun before,” the man mutters in exasperation.
“I haven’t!” Kazahaya splutters. “They don’t exist!”
He hears Rikuo’s mumbled ‘idiot’ a second before the man kicks him in the shin. “What do ye mean ‘don’t exist?’” he screeches, voice indignant. “I’m right in front of yer eyes, lad! Ye would deny my existence with me standing in front of yer own eyes?”
“But,” Kazahaya interjects. “Leprechauns aren’t real.” He doesn’t sound so sure anymore, and he looks back to Rikuo for confirmation.
“Idiot,” Rikuo says. “How can you work for Kakei for this long and still be surprised when something like this happens?”
Kazahaya turns around and sticks his tongue out at Rikuo, who rolls his eyes and addresses the leprechaun. “I’ll give you the idiot for some gold.”
“What?” Kazahaya yells, stomping up to Rikuo and glaring. “I’m not yours to give away!”
“Besides,” the leprechaun adds, “I don’t want ‘im.”
Kazahaya whirls on the leprechaun. “What do you mean you don’t want me?” he cries. “I’m a perfectly good catch! I’m not like this asshole who has no manners! I’m capable and can do all sorts of things!”
“Like get into situations that you need to be saved from. And burn rice. And drop product when you’re shelving,” Rikuo cuts in. “Very useful, indeed, Kazahaya.”
“Shut. Up.” Kazahaya sends a scathing glance over his shoulder at Rikuo, only to find that Rikuo is directly behind him now. “When the hell did you move?”
“Somewhere between ‘shut’ and ‘up,’ I believe,” the leprechaun replies.
Kazahaya growls and turns to walk away.
“’e always like this?” Kazahaya hears the leprechaun ask.
“Yup,” is Rikuo’s reply, and Kazahaya grinds his teeth together. “You should see him when he’s like this in a dress.”
“I hate you!” Kazahaya yells over his shoulder and starts running, only to trip and fall flat on his face. Rikuo’s laughter reaches his ears, and he lifts his face from the ground to glare.
“You found me gold,” the leprechaun says in astonishment, and Kazahaya just blinks at him.
“I found what?” Kazahaya asks. Rikuo is grinning now. “What’s so damned funny, Rikuo?”
Rikuo smirks and shakes his head. “Grab that, will you? Kakei’s deadline is almost up if you want to get paid.”
The leprechaun is waving them off and Kazahaya wonders if, maybe, he bumped his head somewhere on the way and he’s been dreaming. He waves back at the leprechaun a bit dazedly and blinks when he disappears in a shower of green sparkles.
“I hate my life,” Kazahaya moans quietly with only Rikuo’s snickers to comfort him.
Title: Ways to Alleviate Boredom
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Fuji, Kikumaru, Tezuka, Oishi
Word Count: 541
Author's Notes: For chouta_angel, who wanted Dream Pair. Not quite slashy, but DP friendship!
Tezuka is watching them, eyes sharp behind his glasses, and Fuji smiles. He knows that their captain is aware that he is up to something, and that makes the entire thing that much more fun.
Eiji is bounding around the courts, flipping and twirling and spinning, laughter floating in the air. Oishi is watching in exasperated fondness, half-heartedly trying to calm his doubles partner. Eiji, however, flips right into the basket of balls, scattering them, and Oishi is at his side, worrying and chiding. Tezuka takes his eyes away from Fuji to order the first years to clean the mess up and starts towards Eiji, expression forbidding.
His friend will have laps for sure, but the distraction has been created, and worrying will only make the opportunity slip by. He lazily makes his way towards the bench where Tezuka’s water bottle sits innocently beside his bag. Fuji smiles and quickly replaces Tezuka’s with his own; he knew that buying Tezuka a water bottle for his birthday last month would come in handy, especially when Fuji had a matching one.
Eiji is watching him from the corner of his eye, and Fuji nods. Eiji is suddenly up and running to meet Fuji, who is a meter away, and throws himself into his waiting arms with a sob.
“Did you switch it,” Eiji whispers in his ear, and his friend’s breath tickles.
Fuji tightens his grip and whispers an affirmative back. He looks back at Tezuka and Oishi, saying, “I’m going to take Eiji to get some water.”
Tezuka nods in approval, though he looks even more suspicious. “Don’t be careless,” he says.
“Whatever could we be careless about, Captain? We’re merely getting some water,” Fuji replies cheerfully. “You both should get some, as well. It’s hot and you look overheated.” With that, he turns and walks away, Eiji clinging to him.
He hears Oishi tell Tezuka that he looks flushed, and perhaps they should listen to Fuji and get some water. He doesn’t hear Tezuka’s reply; they are too far away, and Tezuka can speak softly when not yelling orders to the club.
“What did you have in your water bottle, Fujiko?” Eiji asks as soon as he’s sitting on the bench, sipping happily out of his own bottle.
“Mustard water,” Fuji replies blandly. “Oh dear, Tezuka does not look pleased, don’t you think, Eiji?”
Tezuka is choking on the sip of water he had just taken, glaring at Fuji from across the court. Fuji smiles and waves, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He hears Eiji’s peal of laughter and sees Oishi hand Tezuka another bottle. Tezuka takes a gulp from the bottle and excuses himself, stalking towards where he and Eiji were.
“Perhaps we should start running, Eiji,” Fuji says calmly.
Eiji stands. “How many laps do you think we’ll get this week, Fujiko? Last week was fifty,” he returns easily.
Fuji starts running, Eiji at his side. “Seventy-five. He goes up in increments of twenty-five with us.”
“Maa, Captain is so mean,” Eiji whines.
They are on their sixty-eighth lap when Eiji says, “So, what are we doing next week?”
Fuji smiles. “I thought maybe we’d leave him alone.”
“False sense of security,” Eiji says wisely. “Ice-cream, then?”
“My treat.”
Title: Advice From the Undead
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel, Spike, Wesley, Fred
Word Count: 592
Author's Notes: For yousogaisaki, who wanted Fred and Wes. Hope you enjoy, darling.
“For crying out loud,” Angel exclaimed. “Just take her to the opera. She likes opera. Everyone likes opera!”
“Except people with class, mate,” Spike cut in. “Take her to a rock show. Real class.”
“If you think you’re the undead Billy Idol,” Angel retorted.
“At least I’m not a ponce with hair like a nancy boy,” Spike snarked back.
Wesley just watched them go back and forth for a minute, wondering if they were talking about his problem or theirs. He blinked and lifted his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. “Yes, well, do you think a movie followed by dinner would appropriate, then?”
The two vampires stopped and looked at him.
“That would work,” Angel agreed.
“Much better than the poof’s idea,” Spike added.
“Spike,” Angel growled.
Spike smiled charmingly. “Yes, Angelus?”
“Get out.”
The blonde vampire turned to Wesley with an expression of mock hurt. “See how he treats me? He just wants my hot little body for sex.”
“Spike!”
This, Wesley thought, was getting him nowhere. “Gentlemen,” he interjected. “May we please get back to the topic at hand? Namely, my date?”
“You know, mate,” Spike said, flopping into one of the plush leather chairs and lighting up a cigarette, “you give the British a bad name. We’re supposed to be romantic and sod all. You can’t even plan a date for Ms. Science Geek downstairs.”
Angel raised his eyebrows. “And you could do better, Spike?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spike pouted. “You said you enjoyed our dates.”
“I’d also enjoy a root canal,” he deadpanned. “Well, if I ever needed to have one. Which I don’t because I’m dead.”
“Bite me,” Spike replied, flipping Angel off. “Take her to that new science exhibit at the museum. She was going on and on about how she wanted to go.”
Wesley blinked. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Why didn’t you?” Angel asked.
“That’s a brilliant idea, Spike,” Spike chimed in with a high-pitched voice. “You are such a romantic man, so unlike Angelus.”
“Spike,” Angel warned.
“Peaches,” Spike replied cheerfully.
“The idea is a splendid one, Spike, thank you,” Wesley intervened. “Now, I do believe there is the matter of a curse in South America that needs undoing. If you will excuse me.”
He stood and left the room, wondering if the two had even heard him in their glaring. He decided it didn’t matter as he jogged down the hall to the elevator and punched the button that would bring him to the lab.
The elevator door chimed and opened, admitting him into the hallway. He walked down the corridor and stopped at Fred’s office, knocking lightly before opening it and going inside.
“Oh! Wes,” Fred blinked, looking up from the papers in her hands. “What are you doing down here?”
“I was just,” he began, “wondering if you were doing anything important right now? There’s a curse that I cannot break, and I was wondering if you lend me your assistance,” he finished lamely.
“Well,” she began nervously, hand fluttering in front of her, “I’m not good at that sort of thing, Wes. I mean,” she added hastily, “I could try.”
Wesley smiled. “It is not necessary, Fred,” he replied. “I shall see you at the staff meeting later.”
Fred smiled and he smiled back before turning and making his way back to the elevator.
He hoped Angel and Spike were done fighting. He also hoped they had better advice on how to ask someone out than they did on where to take them.
Title: Misadventures in Style
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: BLEACH, Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLES
Characters/Pairings: Kurogane, Ichigo, Ishida, Fai, Mokona, Kon, Sakura, Syaoran
Word Count: 310
Author's Notes: For draconn_malfoy, who wanted to see more of the Bleach!verse. Also because I owe her. Big. ♥
“This,” Ishida declared, “is ridiculous.”
“I must agree, Ishida-kun,” Fai nodded. “Kuro-rin, you’re going to rip your brand new shirt if you keep pulling on it.”
“Get it off me!” Kurogane bellowed, pulling at the pink and lavender fabric uselessly. Ichigo stood beside him, scowling.
“What’s wrong, Kurosaki?” Ishida asked. “Do you not like your new robes?”
“Abarai is never going to let me live this down,” Ichigo hissed, keeping his eyes on Ishida. “Neither is Rukia, for that matter.”
“Actually,” Ishida said. “It was Rukia-san’s suggestion that we stitch the rabbit pattern on the back.”
Sakura, who had been sitting quietly on the grass holding Mokona, piped up. “I think it looks really good on you, Kurosaki-san, Kurogane-san.”
Kurogane glared and Sakura smiled weakly.
“Mokona thinks Kuro-pu looks manly!”
“Why you little,” Kurogane growled, stalking forward. Mokona jumped from Sakura’s hands and flew towards Kurogane’s face.
“I have to agree with the rabbit-thing,” Kon said from his perch on Syaoran’s shoulder. “It looks good on you, Ichigo.”
“Kon,” Ichigo glared. “Shut up or I’ll give you to Ishida for target practice.”
“I would not waste precious arrows on such a mangy thing,” Ishida cut in, affronted. “Really, Kurosaki.”
“What do you mean, ‘mangy?’” Kon cried out. “I’ll have you know that I am more popular with the ladies than you’ll ever be!”
“And should I wish to be popular with them, I would give a damn,” Ishida replied drolly.
“Kuro-rin!” Fai exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air and dancing toward that ninja. “You wrinkled your shirt!”
“I want it off of me,” the ninja growled.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kuro-pinko! Not in front of the children,” Fai admonished.
Kurogane turned red while Sakura and Syaoran frowned in confusion. Ishida smiled and Ichigo looked like he was going to be sick.
“I’m going to have nightmares for years,” Ichigo gagged.
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Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Gouhou Drug
Characters/Pairings: Leprechaun, Kazahaya, Rikuo
Word Count: 551
Author's Notes: For chaineddove, who wanted Gouhou Drug. And because she is pretty and sweet and mine. ^_^
“Oi! Watch where ye be steppin’!” a voice yells and Kazahaya freezes.
Rikuo is next to him, and the only other person on the street, so Kazahaya assumes that it is his roommate playing tricks on him. “Real mature, Rikuo,” Kazahaya mutters sullenly, and takes another step.
“Are ye deaf, lad?” the voice cries again, and this time, Kazahaya looks down and promptly scurries backwards, bumping into Rikuo’s chest and turning around and burying his face in Rikuo’s shoulder. Rikuo sighs and arms wrap around Kazahaya’s waist before Kazahaya realizes what he’s doing.
Kazahaya jumps away and is once again in front of the tiny man.
The small man rolls his eyes. “Ye’d think he’d ne’er seen a leprechaun before,” the man mutters in exasperation.
“I haven’t!” Kazahaya splutters. “They don’t exist!”
He hears Rikuo’s mumbled ‘idiot’ a second before the man kicks him in the shin. “What do ye mean ‘don’t exist?’” he screeches, voice indignant. “I’m right in front of yer eyes, lad! Ye would deny my existence with me standing in front of yer own eyes?”
“But,” Kazahaya interjects. “Leprechauns aren’t real.” He doesn’t sound so sure anymore, and he looks back to Rikuo for confirmation.
“Idiot,” Rikuo says. “How can you work for Kakei for this long and still be surprised when something like this happens?”
Kazahaya turns around and sticks his tongue out at Rikuo, who rolls his eyes and addresses the leprechaun. “I’ll give you the idiot for some gold.”
“What?” Kazahaya yells, stomping up to Rikuo and glaring. “I’m not yours to give away!”
“Besides,” the leprechaun adds, “I don’t want ‘im.”
Kazahaya whirls on the leprechaun. “What do you mean you don’t want me?” he cries. “I’m a perfectly good catch! I’m not like this asshole who has no manners! I’m capable and can do all sorts of things!”
“Like get into situations that you need to be saved from. And burn rice. And drop product when you’re shelving,” Rikuo cuts in. “Very useful, indeed, Kazahaya.”
“Shut. Up.” Kazahaya sends a scathing glance over his shoulder at Rikuo, only to find that Rikuo is directly behind him now. “When the hell did you move?”
“Somewhere between ‘shut’ and ‘up,’ I believe,” the leprechaun replies.
Kazahaya growls and turns to walk away.
“’e always like this?” Kazahaya hears the leprechaun ask.
“Yup,” is Rikuo’s reply, and Kazahaya grinds his teeth together. “You should see him when he’s like this in a dress.”
“I hate you!” Kazahaya yells over his shoulder and starts running, only to trip and fall flat on his face. Rikuo’s laughter reaches his ears, and he lifts his face from the ground to glare.
“You found me gold,” the leprechaun says in astonishment, and Kazahaya just blinks at him.
“I found what?” Kazahaya asks. Rikuo is grinning now. “What’s so damned funny, Rikuo?”
Rikuo smirks and shakes his head. “Grab that, will you? Kakei’s deadline is almost up if you want to get paid.”
The leprechaun is waving them off and Kazahaya wonders if, maybe, he bumped his head somewhere on the way and he’s been dreaming. He waves back at the leprechaun a bit dazedly and blinks when he disappears in a shower of green sparkles.
“I hate my life,” Kazahaya moans quietly with only Rikuo’s snickers to comfort him.
Title: Ways to Alleviate Boredom
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Fuji, Kikumaru, Tezuka, Oishi
Word Count: 541
Author's Notes: For chouta_angel, who wanted Dream Pair. Not quite slashy, but DP friendship!
Tezuka is watching them, eyes sharp behind his glasses, and Fuji smiles. He knows that their captain is aware that he is up to something, and that makes the entire thing that much more fun.
Eiji is bounding around the courts, flipping and twirling and spinning, laughter floating in the air. Oishi is watching in exasperated fondness, half-heartedly trying to calm his doubles partner. Eiji, however, flips right into the basket of balls, scattering them, and Oishi is at his side, worrying and chiding. Tezuka takes his eyes away from Fuji to order the first years to clean the mess up and starts towards Eiji, expression forbidding.
His friend will have laps for sure, but the distraction has been created, and worrying will only make the opportunity slip by. He lazily makes his way towards the bench where Tezuka’s water bottle sits innocently beside his bag. Fuji smiles and quickly replaces Tezuka’s with his own; he knew that buying Tezuka a water bottle for his birthday last month would come in handy, especially when Fuji had a matching one.
Eiji is watching him from the corner of his eye, and Fuji nods. Eiji is suddenly up and running to meet Fuji, who is a meter away, and throws himself into his waiting arms with a sob.
“Did you switch it,” Eiji whispers in his ear, and his friend’s breath tickles.
Fuji tightens his grip and whispers an affirmative back. He looks back at Tezuka and Oishi, saying, “I’m going to take Eiji to get some water.”
Tezuka nods in approval, though he looks even more suspicious. “Don’t be careless,” he says.
“Whatever could we be careless about, Captain? We’re merely getting some water,” Fuji replies cheerfully. “You both should get some, as well. It’s hot and you look overheated.” With that, he turns and walks away, Eiji clinging to him.
He hears Oishi tell Tezuka that he looks flushed, and perhaps they should listen to Fuji and get some water. He doesn’t hear Tezuka’s reply; they are too far away, and Tezuka can speak softly when not yelling orders to the club.
“What did you have in your water bottle, Fujiko?” Eiji asks as soon as he’s sitting on the bench, sipping happily out of his own bottle.
“Mustard water,” Fuji replies blandly. “Oh dear, Tezuka does not look pleased, don’t you think, Eiji?”
Tezuka is choking on the sip of water he had just taken, glaring at Fuji from across the court. Fuji smiles and waves, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He hears Eiji’s peal of laughter and sees Oishi hand Tezuka another bottle. Tezuka takes a gulp from the bottle and excuses himself, stalking towards where he and Eiji were.
“Perhaps we should start running, Eiji,” Fuji says calmly.
Eiji stands. “How many laps do you think we’ll get this week, Fujiko? Last week was fifty,” he returns easily.
Fuji starts running, Eiji at his side. “Seventy-five. He goes up in increments of twenty-five with us.”
“Maa, Captain is so mean,” Eiji whines.
They are on their sixty-eighth lap when Eiji says, “So, what are we doing next week?”
Fuji smiles. “I thought maybe we’d leave him alone.”
“False sense of security,” Eiji says wisely. “Ice-cream, then?”
“My treat.”
Title: Advice From the Undead
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel, Spike, Wesley, Fred
Word Count: 592
Author's Notes: For yousogaisaki, who wanted Fred and Wes. Hope you enjoy, darling.
“For crying out loud,” Angel exclaimed. “Just take her to the opera. She likes opera. Everyone likes opera!”
“Except people with class, mate,” Spike cut in. “Take her to a rock show. Real class.”
“If you think you’re the undead Billy Idol,” Angel retorted.
“At least I’m not a ponce with hair like a nancy boy,” Spike snarked back.
Wesley just watched them go back and forth for a minute, wondering if they were talking about his problem or theirs. He blinked and lifted his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. “Yes, well, do you think a movie followed by dinner would appropriate, then?”
The two vampires stopped and looked at him.
“That would work,” Angel agreed.
“Much better than the poof’s idea,” Spike added.
“Spike,” Angel growled.
Spike smiled charmingly. “Yes, Angelus?”
“Get out.”
The blonde vampire turned to Wesley with an expression of mock hurt. “See how he treats me? He just wants my hot little body for sex.”
“Spike!”
This, Wesley thought, was getting him nowhere. “Gentlemen,” he interjected. “May we please get back to the topic at hand? Namely, my date?”
“You know, mate,” Spike said, flopping into one of the plush leather chairs and lighting up a cigarette, “you give the British a bad name. We’re supposed to be romantic and sod all. You can’t even plan a date for Ms. Science Geek downstairs.”
Angel raised his eyebrows. “And you could do better, Spike?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spike pouted. “You said you enjoyed our dates.”
“I’d also enjoy a root canal,” he deadpanned. “Well, if I ever needed to have one. Which I don’t because I’m dead.”
“Bite me,” Spike replied, flipping Angel off. “Take her to that new science exhibit at the museum. She was going on and on about how she wanted to go.”
Wesley blinked. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Why didn’t you?” Angel asked.
“That’s a brilliant idea, Spike,” Spike chimed in with a high-pitched voice. “You are such a romantic man, so unlike Angelus.”
“Spike,” Angel warned.
“Peaches,” Spike replied cheerfully.
“The idea is a splendid one, Spike, thank you,” Wesley intervened. “Now, I do believe there is the matter of a curse in South America that needs undoing. If you will excuse me.”
He stood and left the room, wondering if the two had even heard him in their glaring. He decided it didn’t matter as he jogged down the hall to the elevator and punched the button that would bring him to the lab.
The elevator door chimed and opened, admitting him into the hallway. He walked down the corridor and stopped at Fred’s office, knocking lightly before opening it and going inside.
“Oh! Wes,” Fred blinked, looking up from the papers in her hands. “What are you doing down here?”
“I was just,” he began, “wondering if you were doing anything important right now? There’s a curse that I cannot break, and I was wondering if you lend me your assistance,” he finished lamely.
“Well,” she began nervously, hand fluttering in front of her, “I’m not good at that sort of thing, Wes. I mean,” she added hastily, “I could try.”
Wesley smiled. “It is not necessary, Fred,” he replied. “I shall see you at the staff meeting later.”
Fred smiled and he smiled back before turning and making his way back to the elevator.
He hoped Angel and Spike were done fighting. He also hoped they had better advice on how to ask someone out than they did on where to take them.
Title: Misadventures in Style
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: BLEACH, Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLES
Characters/Pairings: Kurogane, Ichigo, Ishida, Fai, Mokona, Kon, Sakura, Syaoran
Word Count: 310
Author's Notes: For draconn_malfoy, who wanted to see more of the Bleach!verse. Also because I owe her. Big. ♥
“This,” Ishida declared, “is ridiculous.”
“I must agree, Ishida-kun,” Fai nodded. “Kuro-rin, you’re going to rip your brand new shirt if you keep pulling on it.”
“Get it off me!” Kurogane bellowed, pulling at the pink and lavender fabric uselessly. Ichigo stood beside him, scowling.
“What’s wrong, Kurosaki?” Ishida asked. “Do you not like your new robes?”
“Abarai is never going to let me live this down,” Ichigo hissed, keeping his eyes on Ishida. “Neither is Rukia, for that matter.”
“Actually,” Ishida said. “It was Rukia-san’s suggestion that we stitch the rabbit pattern on the back.”
Sakura, who had been sitting quietly on the grass holding Mokona, piped up. “I think it looks really good on you, Kurosaki-san, Kurogane-san.”
Kurogane glared and Sakura smiled weakly.
“Mokona thinks Kuro-pu looks manly!”
“Why you little,” Kurogane growled, stalking forward. Mokona jumped from Sakura’s hands and flew towards Kurogane’s face.
“I have to agree with the rabbit-thing,” Kon said from his perch on Syaoran’s shoulder. “It looks good on you, Ichigo.”
“Kon,” Ichigo glared. “Shut up or I’ll give you to Ishida for target practice.”
“I would not waste precious arrows on such a mangy thing,” Ishida cut in, affronted. “Really, Kurosaki.”
“What do you mean, ‘mangy?’” Kon cried out. “I’ll have you know that I am more popular with the ladies than you’ll ever be!”
“And should I wish to be popular with them, I would give a damn,” Ishida replied drolly.
“Kuro-rin!” Fai exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air and dancing toward that ninja. “You wrinkled your shirt!”
“I want it off of me,” the ninja growled.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kuro-pinko! Not in front of the children,” Fai admonished.
Kurogane turned red while Sakura and Syaoran frowned in confusion. Ishida smiled and Ichigo looked like he was going to be sick.
“I’m going to have nightmares for years,” Ichigo gagged.
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