Bleach: Favorite Flavor
Ichigo…what is that? Ichigo was just lounging on a park bench when the sound of Zangetsu’s voice was suddenly inserted into his thoughts. Immediately, he scanned the surrounding area for physical or spiritual threats.
What? he sent tersely. Where is it, what do you see?
Zangetsu’s reply was disapproving, and Ichigo allowed himself to relax a little. So long as his zanpakutou was more concerned with Ichigo’s abilities than his surroundings, there couldn’t be anything bad lurking. There is nothing nearby that constitutes a threat to us or to anyone around us, he said sternly. I was talking about that thing in your hand that you keep putting in your mouth.
The thing in question was an old-fashioned rainbow-colored lollipop. Ichigo was baffled as to why Zangetsu would possibly be interested in it. The people on the nearby path started giving him a wider berth as Ichigo unconsciously upped his scowl to “I’m about to cause some damage” level.
It’s a lollipop, a piece of candy on a stick, he informed his partner crossly. What’s it to you? If this was some sort of joke at his expense, he was going to be seriously pissed off.
Zangetsu, who was long used to both his temper and his attitude, wasn’t fazed in the slightest. I’m curious. What flavor is that?
Cherry, Ichigo said flatly, more convinced than ever that this was some sort of joke.
Cherry, Zangetsu repeated. Hmmm… The edges of his presence blurred before Ichigo’s spiritual senses in what Ichigo recognized as a sign that Zangetsu was thinking intently about something. Was he actually serious?
Ichigo… Zangetsu started before trailing off.
What is it? Ichigo asked. What, cherry not your favorite flavor? he teased facetiously. He was (mostly) certain that Zangetsu didn’t connect to his sense of taste often enough to have anything of the sort.
Actually, I was wondering…do you think they have a Zabimaru flavor?
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