The Trick is in the Treats, 1
Fandom: Bleach
Author: gloaming_grove & fuzzibunniez
Title: The Trick is in the Treats, trick 1
Characters: Too many to list
Rating: M, eventually
Warnings: None, for now
Word Count: 1381
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach. I don’t own Naruto. I don’t own Dracula. I don't own any anime mentioned. I don’t own Kiss. I don’t own Watchman. I don’t own The Spider and the Fly.
WARNING; READING THIS MAY RESULT IN CRAVING SNACK FOODS, AND A CORRUPT MIND.
This is a joint project with my awesome friend fuzzibunniez, Happy Halloween!
The Trick is in the Treats
Trick One; All dressed up!
Jushiro was enjoying the cool night air of Karakura town, and deriving mild amusement from the antics of some of his fellow shinigami. They were waiting outside a large mansion on the outskirts of town, waiting to enter for a Halloween party, organized by Yoruichi, which he had been looking forward to since Unohana-taicho had given him permission to attend.
It wouldn’t be his first time attending one of her parties, but the last one was over a hundred years ago and, for some reason, he couldn’t remember much of it. He supposed it had something to do with mixing cough mixture and alcohol- something he should take care not to do again, if the vague memories he did have from that night were anything to go by.
He was distracted from his musings by the strangled voice of Kuchiki Byakuya, who was trying to drape his sister’s jacket back over her shoulders.
“Rukia! That is not an appropriate outfit for a party.”
The younger Kuchiki was wearing a short pink dress and, predictably, an adorable pair of bunny ears.
Byakuya was still in his uniform and present only in order to protect his sister from the attentions of her young male friends.
“It is a perfectly acceptable outfit for this type of party, Nii-sama.”
Judging by the outfits they had seen so far on the walk to the outskirts of town, Jushiro had to admit that his subordinate had a point. Byakuya might take more convincing.
Jushiro pulled his attention from Rukia’s bobbing ears to see Kiyone, one of his third seats, dressed in a pale sage gown, complete with gloves and hat. “You’re looking lovely this evening, Kiyone-san.”
Her cheeks flushed brightly at his compliment. “Thank you, Taicho.”
“Yes,” Sentaro interjected, “you could almost pass as a girl today.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Kiyone rounded on him, cheeks stained now with anger.
“Well, you’re not exactly very ladylike, are you?”
“I…I…”
Jushiro felt bad for her for a moment, but Kiyone was not to be outdone.
“What are you supposed to be anyway? An undertaker?”
Sentaro, also dressed in nineteenth century period costume, spluttered, “I’m Jonathan Harker, trusted counsel and only friend of Dracula.” he finished grandly.
“Copycat!” Kiyone howled in outrage, “Well, I’m Mina, his one true love!”
“Well… friend trumps blood-slave!”
“Oh really? Well I’ll have you know…”
Jushiro tried in vain to attract their attention, but only ended up muttering to himself, “I’m not actually supposed to be Dracula…”
“Jire, jire. Those two at it again?” Shunsui wandered over, dragging his cloaked lieutenant by a cord on her wrist. “Don’t they realize the Harkers are lovers and the ones that stake and decapitate Dracula in the end?”
“I certainly hope not! Especially as they seem to think I’m Dracula.” Jushiro smiled at his old friend. “Good evening, Nanao-fukutaicho.”
“Good evening, Ukitake-taicho.” Ise replied stiffly.
“My lil’ Nanao-chan doesn’t want to show off her costume, even after I went to all the trouble of getting it for her.” Shunsui sulked and pulled the reluctant woman closer. “All I wanted was to see my beauti…” He was cut off when Ise hit him briskly with what looked suspiciously like the butt of a riding crop.
“Highly inappropriate.” she muttered irritably.
Jushiro wondered idly what she was hiding under her cloak. And then eyed Shunsui’s black leather ensemble, complete with collar, and decided that he probably didn’t want to know.
Thankfully, he was saved from further speculation by Yumichika, who was putting as much distance between himself and Ikkaku as possible, given the size of the group and the courtyard.
“I will not be seen with you in that… that… face-paint!”
“It’s stage make-up! And it’s cool.”
“It’s face-paint. And just because you’re carrying a guitar does not mean you’re cool.”
“It’s a base guitar. And it is cool. Come on… The Demon?” Ikkaku looked around for support, and received little but blank faces. “Gene Simmons?”
“Is this Gene Simmons a black sheep?” Yumichika asked snidely, “because you look like you have black wool on your head.”
Ikkaku spotted Renji, dressed as a police officer, talking to Hisagi. “Come on guys, back me up.” He once again received only blank stares.
“Oi, Ikkaku. Are you wearing make-up? And a wig?”
He was about to give up when he received backup from an unlikely source.
“Kiss. You’ve never heard of it?” Everyone turned to look at Kira, who looked a bit startled by the sudden attention, “It’s only one of the best rock bands of all time.”
“Finally! Someone with taste,” Ikkaku crowed, slinging his arm around Kira’s cloaked shoulders and nearly knocking his gold-leaf circlet right off. “You’d recognise the songs if you heard them: “Rock and Roll All Nite, Hard Luck Woman, Hot as Hell.” His eyes widened, “And talking of hot as hell…” He gestured over to where
Matsumoto had Hitsugaya cornered and was trying to get a reaction from her stoic captain.
“Aww, Taicho, you didn’t dress up!”
The small captain was having a hard time keeping his composure with practically no safe place to look. If he looked up, he was rewarded with a close-up of her generous breasts, supported by a tight black corset over which sheer yellow fabric ran up to fasten at her neck. If he looked down, he was rewarded with a brief view of her slender legs between thigh-high boots and her short yellow dress. He settled for closing his eyes.
Jushiro almost felt sorry for the boy. Almost. Pity was currently vying with envy for pole position.
“We brought some accessories, just in case!” Matsumoto beckoned to Hinamori, who was wearing a long hooded red cloak, and reached into the basket the girl was carrying. “Come on, Taicho! If you just agree to put this on I promise I won’t bother you again tonight.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll wear it.” Hitsugaya said, almost desperately. His eyes were still closed.
Jushiro nearly choked and pity won out as she pulled a lovely pair of blue glitter-covered wings from the basket. At that moment, Yoruichi appeared outside the front door and called for everyone’s attention.
Her opening words were drowned out by an outraged “Oh hell no!”. Jushiro could only assume Hitsugaya had opened his eyes.
Yoruichi smirked, and then started again. “Welcome, friends, to my Halloween 2009 party. Kick back and enjoy, because you’ll never get better!” Her smile widened. “Will you come into my parlor?”
They all followed Yourichi inside, chatting happily (except for Hitsugaya, poor guy). Once inside the lights flicker twice, and Jushiro heard Matsumoto scream that someone touched her bottom. Then he heard a slap, and Kira apologizing profusely. Shun snickers just to his left and he hears his friend's familiar grunt, from Nanao-chan's elbow.
“HAHAHA! Enjoy the evening's entertainment!”
Walking toward the sound of Yoruichi's voice he bumps into someone in the darkness. They loop their arm in his, then suddenly a door slams shut.
The Tea Party
The moment the small door slams shut behind them a series of clocks begins to chime. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
“It's loud!” Rukia exclaims reaching up to cover her ears, and touching soft fur. She runs her hands over her ears again to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. “S-Something is wrong with my costume.” She tugs on the place where her headband of fluffy pink Chappy the Bunny ears was supposed to be.
Byakuya couldn't stop looking at Rukia's head. He barely understood anything she was saying, his mind is focused on her flopping ears. The two long partially drooping pink ears poking out of her hair was impossible. They are... so kawaii! Wait a minute...he didn't really just think that?
“W-Why are you looking at me like that?” She looks up at Byakuya who is staring at her with an intense expression on his face.
“R-Rukia... they can't be real. Take off the headband.” His long fingers reach toward her head, on instinct she pulls away. “You have turned into your costume!”
“OH MY GOD! I'M A BUNNY?!” Turning around to a large mirror her eyes bulge out as she screams.
Glancing around the room she sees a long table with twelve red chairs. “Nii-sama... what are you doing?”
Author's notes; Review!! We hope you enjoy our very twisted Halloween stories ;D Set up as Individual Drabbles covering many pairings.
Next chapter: Trick 2
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