Crap, my house is going to hell. ~_~ Our fridge just broke earlier. Now we're stuck using the gigantic, old freezer we were keeping in the hallway. >_>


More crap:


Bleach:

The Importance of Hair (done for drabble_trade)
Yumichika crossed his arms, looking at Ikkaku irately, “Don’t be such a spoilsport. An ungracious attitude is so ugly.”

“I fucking told you already, NO. Damn it, leave me alone… And GET OFF MY HEAD YOU ARRGH.” The 3rd seat took a swipe at the pink blur leaping off his head, missing by a few inches. The pink blur materialized on Kenpachi who had, strangely enough, several long braids running down his back. He looked sober.

“But you have toooooo!” Yachiru whined, holding up a bright green Mohawk-wig, “It’s funny-hair day today!”

Behind her Maki-Maki nodded, sporting bright blue spikes.



Trouble, my name is Isane (done for drabble_trade)
Isane remembers the only time she got into trouble on purpose. Back when they still lived in Rukongai, Kiyone had burst into her room at the dead of night, panicked over the most recent bit of trouble she’d gotten herself into. They were hardly in the lowliest sector of Rukongai but they were poor and alone; a circumstance that often led to hungry nights spent huddling against each other for warmth.

The younger sister had been hungry; she’d stolen food and was being hunted for it. Isane understood, sisterly love overcoming any personal feelings she might have on the matter. She’d stood outside their small hut, apologized profusely and lied that she’d been the one to take the food. They were younger and more alike in looks than when they would when they were older; the men bought the lie despite her clean record.

Isane was beaten and forced to work off the debt.

Although, as much as she disliked the disconcerting feeling getting into trouble gave her, she couldn’t bring herself to regret her decision. Not while Kiyone was safe and happy.



Fun
Kenpachi laughed, a barking sound that may or may not have caused the simultaneous fainting of several lower 4th division seats. Not that he cared. The story he’d been presented with was fucking hilarious and that was always worth a good laugh.

Yachiru had come back to the 11th division headquarters bloody beyond belief. Cursory examination had proven that, no, she wasn’t about to die and, yes, something apparently died in her place.

Said something: one of Kuchiki Byakuya’s precious horses (available only in certain areas of Rukongai).

A pissed off noble was always fun.



Perks
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUKUTAICHOU!”

Almost a thousand 11th division men bowed in unison, holding out their respective packages. Yachiru clapped her hands in delight, seated on her throne Kenpachi’s shoulder and gazing down at all the presents just for her.

That was one of the perks of being the boss’ daughter after all.



Naruto:

Hopeless Romantic
Lee was insane, although behind all that he was the kind of boy that everyone wished for. He was sweet, charming, and an utter romantic. He could sweep a girl off her feet and literally carry her off into the sunset. He would be devoted, never uttering a single complaint or wishing for anything more than his beloved’s happiness.

It was just too bad that despite all that he didn’t have the looks to accompany it. And we all know that that was what counted in the end.



Inuyasha:

Rin
“You’ve taught her how to speak with a speech impediment,” Inu no Taisho quirked an eyebrow, “Cute.”

Rin was too busy pouting up at the (much, much) older youkai to care, “Rin asks that you forgive her au-au-auday-ci-tee but you did not properly address Rin’s Sesshomaru-sama.”

The large dog demon, who looked a lot like her Sesshomaru-sama, looked down at her for a moment. He blinked once before laughing out loud.

“Kinda warms your heart, eh Sess?” He chuckled at his frowning son, “I always found it cute when these humans start to talk back. They’re simply adorable at this age.”