Title: No-title-drabble
Anime: Bleach
Pairing/Character/s: Ichigo/Rukia + mentions of male/male pairings
Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 393
Summary: Picnic? What picnic?
A/N: because this bunny refuses to let me go. This is unbeta-ed. *runs*
Prepare.
Aim.
Smack.
“Oei. What the heck did you hit me for?”
“Idiot. I ask you to come out for a picnic, not to sleep and drool all over me.”
“What do you expect me to do? The minute I reached Seireitei, I got dragged off by your beloved nii-sama’s 3rd seat to finish off those mountain stacks of paperwork. I just finished forging all those signatures. What have Byakuya been doing anyway? Too busy sucking Renji’s face?”
Smack.
“Ow! Woman, what is wrong with you? The whole day you have been blowing hot and cold on me…. Eh.. What did I say? Rukia? Rukia? Argh... Stop crying. Tell me is it because of Renji laughing at you again? No? Then who is it? I will smash the person’s face in.”
“I am pregnant.”
“Che. You are only preg………Huh? What the hell? How did this happen? It is not possible! I have been using those…..those… those things.”
“Did you ever noticed that there are holes in the ‘those things’. Every” Smack. “Single” Smack. “One” Smack. “Of” Smack. “Them.”
“Why are you hitting me? It is not my fault. That idiotic father of mine passed me the box. I should have known better to trust him.”
“Humph.”
“Ehem, are you okay?”
“What do you mean by that, idiot?”
“You and you know… him.”
“Him? Oh. So now the great Kurosaki Ichigo thinks his 1st born should be a boy?”
“Yes…No, no, no! Stop twisting my ears. I will explain. Just listen to me for a god-damn minute.”
“Fine.”
“So having a boy as 1st born is better. He will protect the younger siblings.”
“Is that so? Are you speaking from personal experience?”
“Che. Stop being a pain in the ass. Are you supposed to be so excited? Lie down. And thank you for cutting off the circulation of my legs, dumbass.”
“You are most welcome. By the way, Unohana-taichou wants to see you tomorrow. She wants to give you instructions on how to take care of me. ”
“How to be a slave to you, you mean? Nothing new. Been there, done that.”
“Grrrr…”
“Fine. I will go. Stop growling.”
“Idiot.”
“I guess we better put down the installment for that house that you like so damn much.”
“Really?”
“Ya. Even though the next-door neighbour would be the peacock and his guard-dog.”
“Yay!”
“Women!”