kurosaki_clinic: Fanwork Challange Results!

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ex_rukia410) wrote in

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@ 2003-12-16 15:30:00

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Fanwork Challange Results!
Alright! XD

I'm so happy to see so many idea contributions! This is great!

Now it is time to start the second part of the game: The results of the challanges!

Ready? Well, for the next 24 hours, please post any completed art/fics from the challenge onto this thread. ^_^

One reply per fanwork. If you were able to finish more than one challange, feel free to make multiple replies to this thread.

People who did not take part in the challenge are also invited to come comment on the results! XD

Deadline is 24 hours from now. Don't be worried about consequences for being a little late - this is for fun! ^_^

Good luck everybody!

(3:35pm, GMT+8:00) EDIT: It's (roughly) past the Deadline now! I'm amazed by all of the results - great job everybody! XD I hope we can try this again sometime soon - next time, I'll make sure not to conduct it during finals week. Gomen ne.^_^;;

I would like to take this time to congratulate and thank pure_trance, nikr, darcisan, memlu, descrime, zanazac, mistermazui, itako, and dosetsu for all of their great work! XD You guys did a fantastic job! Omedeto~ gozaimasu~~! ^_^

Oh, and if you couldn't make the deadline - please go ahead an post your results anyhow. You didn't think I'd stop you, did you? ^_~

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	Human Benihime pure_trance 2003-12-16 07:51 am UTC (link)
	I hope you guys can pick out the sword aspects of her~! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Human Benihime pure_trance 2003-12-16 07:53 am UTC (link)
	The coloring is a little messed up on the closeup, but oh well. I forgot to add, if you guys can't figure out all the things similar to the sword version, just ask~ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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ex_rukia410
2003-12-16 08:19 am UTC (link)

WOW! So cool! I love the design of the pants - reminds me of Benihime's sword hilt. And the tassle-earring is very neat! ^^

The geta sandals are a very nice touch - something that Urahara has in common with his sword. The scar on her chin is very interesting - makes me wonder about the battles that she and Urahara have fought in over the years.

Fantastic job,

pure_trance!! XD

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	Re: Human Benihime nikr 2003-12-16 02:04 pm UTC (link)
	What a beautiful drawing. =) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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ex_rukia410
2003-12-16 08:10 am UTC (link)

Dosetsu's challenge:
Checking in with Kon--what's our beloved stuffed lion doing with everyone who knows about his true nature off in Soul Society?

Not Ungreatful

"Do I have to?" Kon scratched the back of his head and looked up at the sign on the house wearily.

"Oh, hoh," Urahara stood beside him, chuckling behind his ever-present fan, "I don’t believe you have a choice, little soul. You made a promise, didn’t you?"

"Not exactly. I was bound and gagged at the time," Kon twisted his mouth into a pout, but it soon disappeared when he realized that he really liked having lips... and hair and real eyes and... well, it was difficult to be grumpy in a body like this. He honestly didn’t know how Ichigo could do that all the time. It must be an inborn talent.

"Well, all the same, a promise is a promi~se!" Urahara sang out as he snapped his fan shut. He rapped the tip of it against the back of Kon’s orange-haired head, urging the boy towards the entrance. "Now, off you go! Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, would we?"

Kon sighed and pushed open the glass doors. He glanced back at Urahara to see if there were any further instructions or if he should just play this whole thing by ear. Surprisingly, the mysterious shopkeeper had already vanished.

"Man, that guy gives me the creeps..." Kon muttered under his breath.

Someone called out from inside of the depths of the house-turned-clinic, "Who’s there?"

"Erm," Kon nervously scrunched his eyebrows together and cleared his throat. "It’s me!" he called back.

Down the corridors that led into the kitchen, Yuzu sounded happy to hear him, "Welcome home, Brother! Could you please lock the doors and get that stack of green files on the reception desk for Daddy?" she said apologetically, "I’m a bit busy making dinner right now."

"Oh...Okay!" Kon fumbled with the door locks for a moment before he went over to the small reception area to grab the files. A rebellious thought plagued him: Why did he have to do this? He shouldn’t have to do chores for this insane household – he didn’t even have to stay here! He could be off in Taihiti flirting with sexy underwear models, if only...

...if only he had some cash, if only he knew how those damnable “trains” worked... if only Ichigo hadn’t asked, no, demanded that Kon look after his family before leaping into the great unknown.

...If only.

"Did you find the files?" Yuzu’s high-pitched voice echoed down the hallway.

"Ye~s," Kon drawled in irritation, since that was how the girl’s true brother would answer.

It was no secret that Kon didn’t get along well with that guy, but he couldn’t deny the fact that Ichigo was his protector, as well as one of his few friends. Kon owed Ichigo a lot, including the flesh and blood that was wrapped around his soul at the moment - which was the sort of thing that children owed to parents. It would be completely ungrateful of Kon to just take off and ditch an honest request from Ichigo.

Kon was a lot of things, but not ungrateful. Not when it truly counted.

(Sorry, I expected to write something wacky & weird, but it turned out like this. Oh, and apologies for the double-negative title. :P)

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	nikr 2003-12-16 05:17 pm UTC (link)
	Kon with the underwear models! Imagine what Ichigo would have to come back to! Ichigo: "Hey, what's this thong doing in my drawer?" Kon: looks innocent "Must be one of Rukia's." (Reply to this) (Parent)

	ex_rukia410 2003-12-16 08:33 am UTC (link)
	-Zaraki in some sort of "civilian outfit," wearing a Bob the Angry Flower shirt I can't draw Zaraki. I can't even draw a t-shirt. But I couldn't stop myself. ^^; Let me know if the image shows up properly... Of course this isn't fanart - it's just a Bleach/Bob the Angry Flower a parody page. Aiyaa... Zaraki, what were you thinking? -_- (Reply to this) (Thread)

	nikr 2003-12-16 02:05 pm UTC (link)
	I don't want to shout, "Take it all off, baby!" but you know I am. (Reply to this) (Parent)

ex_rukia410
2003-12-16 08:49 am UTC (link)

darcisan's challenge:
I would really like to see anything where Gin dies.. honestly.. something painful please.. the bastard... XD

Ask and ye shall recieve... In my own weird way. ^^;

Fun Ways to Kill Gin:
1. String him up by his toes ~~& slowly lower him into a pool of sharks.~~ don’t have sharks
2. ~~Stab him in the back.~~ impossible. he’s a master at that stuff
3. Die while screaming vengeance upon his soul & then ~~haunt him for the rest of his days.~~ last part sounds a bit boring
4. Stick his head in a ~~microwave.~~ Watch his brains go boom. no microwaves in soul society
5. Push him off the top of the White Tower & watch him go splat. Laugh at the Gin-pancake. possible setback: may be too quick. needs a LOT more pain. some terror, too
7. Tell Captain Zaraki that Gin likes to peep on Vice-captain Yachiru in the shower. Watch bloody chaos ensue. idea has potential. must remember to duck when entrails go flying. eww

"Erm... Pardon me, Vice-captain, but it's time for your meal," the low-ranked Shinigami spoke through the wooden bars hesitantly as he tried very hard to keep the food tray from trembling in his hands. He could easily read the chalky scrawls written all over the interior of the cell. The attendant wondered if he should go report the inmate’s abnormal behavior to a higher authority, such as Captain Hitsugaya.

"Thank you very much," the prisoner replied distractedly as she stared up at the chalky scrawls, "but I’m quite busy right now."

Vice-captain Hinamori Momo planted a fist on her hip and critically eyed her notes on the wall. Surely there must be an easier way to torture and kill a lying no-good kitsune-faced backstabber... she just needed to give her plans a little more thought.

After all, Captain Aizen once told her that she was quite a good planner. She would do him proud.

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	lacewood 2003-12-16 09:10 am UTC (link)
	cackles I vote for 7! Go get 'im, Zaraki! BTW, I think you forgot 6. Misnumbering, or is there another idea? XD (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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	junkdrawer 2003-12-16 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	HORRAY! I love Momo so much. silent tear I like the last one. (ZARAKI SMASH) (Reply to this) (Parent)

	darcisan 2003-12-16 08:45 pm UTC (link)
	OH DEAR GOD THAT IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD!!! so many ways to kill gin!!! AHAAHHAAH!!!! god i wanna try some of those out right now.. XD!! (Reply to this) (Parent)

nikr
2003-12-16 02:31 pm UTC (link)

Darci-san wanted: "Anything with a Pervert Urahara. XD.."
and
Itako wanted: "- Ichigo catches Rukia in blue polka dot underwear (I'm a pervert? XD)"

I'm going to have to write fanfiction for this, because if I tried to draw more than one humanoid in the same frame, they would be grossly disproportionate. =)

--

"I saw it in a movie once." He grinned up at Tessai, and Tessai looked skeptical.

"Urahara-dono, I am not sure it's such a good idea..." The man wrung his hands together.

"Merely shop security, my good man. Now, why don't you head back to the register. I'm going to make sure Miss Rukia finds what she's looking for."

With a sigh, the braided man bowed once then returned to his post, hoping secretly that Jinta and Ururu would not come in anytime soon. He himself turned an unseeing eye to the situation, becoming suddenly interested in back-receipts and write-off logs.

Urahara approached the raven-haired shinigami with a grin. "Are you finding all you were looking for, Rukia? ~<3"

She glared at him from the corner of her eyes. "If I need help, I'll come find you," she warned him.

He stepped just a bit closer and leaned over to peer at her; Rukia tried to discern his eyes from the dark mass beneath the brim of his hat.

"What?" She demanded, plunking an item back onto the shelf.

"Oh, nothing." He grinned at her and pulled his neck back. Rukia sighed and walked away.

"When did these come in?" She asked, glancing over a rack of brightly-colored robes.

He glanced away from his shoes for just a moment and shrugged. "The other day."

"I like the red one. Can I try it on?"

"Blue is really more your color, don't you agree?" He pulled a different robe from the rack and pushed it against her. She scowled and moved away from his insistence.

"You're acting weirder than usual." She grumbled as she took the blue robe from him and began walking toward the dressing room. Urahara followed, his feet practically at her heels.

When she stopped suddenly, he nearly knocked into her, but the force of her motion sent the back of her skirt up just enough...

...Urahara giggled and blushed profusely, and completely ignored Rukia's annoyed grunt and she closed herself into the dressing room.

A jingle of the bell at the door pried his attention away from the girl in the dressing room, and he turned to greet his new customer, the always-scowling Kurosaki Ichigo.

"Well, hello there! <3" Urahara called, aware of the pink that still stained his cheeks as he smiled at the young man.

"Yeah, have you seen Rukia?"

"Have I ever," he chuckled.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the comment but shrugged it off. "Where is she?"

"In my office." Urahara grinned and waved toward the dressing room door. Ichigo walked past the strange man and looked him up and down, noting at once the small mirrors on the band of each sandle.

"Whatever," he commented, but had he been Keigo, he would have complimented the man on his ornaments.

Ichigo opened the door indicated by Urahara, noting at once the lack of desks, file cabinets, or any other type of office furniture. Instead, a very familiar dark-haired girl stood there, glaring at him. She held out a robe, intricate inner lacings knotted in a horrible mess. He barely noticed that, though, because the shinigami in her blue polka-dotted panties and horribly garrish orange sports bra was much more intriguing a view.

Behind him, Urahara tittered gratefully.

"Ichigo." Rukia growled, not moving from her position.

"Nice set," snorted the orange-haired boy as he looked her over. "You colorblind?"

In a flurry of unfettered punches, the two men dropped to the floor, Ichigo grumbling about 'never gonna give her any helpful criticism again' and Urahara humming away over the 'soft, sweet fist~~<3<3' of his 'favorite customer.'

The door closed and Rukia dressed quickly enough to manage to step on the still-sprawled bodies of Urahara and Ichigo. She heard Tessai's comment as she left the shop: "Nice right-hook, Kuchiki-dono."

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	nikr 2003-12-16 02:35 pm UTC (link)
	arg, and by 'sandle' I mean 'sandal.' (Reply to this) (Parent)

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nikr
2003-12-16 03:20 pm UTC (link)

Rukia wanted: "-Ichigo tries to explain a modern world concept to Rukia."

And I'm afraid that all of you will want "nik dead" after reading this. So proceed with caution. Although, Ichigo doesn't do much 'trying.'

GROSS OUT FACTOR +10

--

She was angry and annoyed at the thing in her hands. It irritated her to no end, especially since she had no idea what to do with it.

"Explain." Rukia demanded of Ichigo as she sat across from him.

Ichigo looked up from his book with a scowl. "Explain what?" He snapped.

The shinigami sighed, rolled her eyes, and dropped her new prize between them.

"Inoue Orihime gave it to me."

Ichigo glared down at it in disgust, then looked back up at Rukia.

"Well, what the hell? Wha'd she do that for? Were you like...ug, I don't wanna talk about this!"

"I was just standing there," Rukia insisted, her voice raising as she grew embarrassed. She had no idea why, she didn't know what this thing was. "In the girls' washroom on the second floor. She said, "Oh, I have an extra," and smiled, and then she just walked out!"

Rukia picked up the pink-wrapped cylinder, smacking Ichigo over the head with it. "Tell me what it is or you'll be sorry." She threatened.

"Damn it! This isn't my type of thing! Ask Tatsuki or somethin'! And don't touch me with that!"

Suddenly deciding it was too curious to be left till she saw Tatsuki again, Rukia settled down and asked, "should I unwrap it?"

"If it'll make you shut up."

Rukia shook her head at him and peeled back the flimsy plastic wrapping, exposing a white plastic tube, a thread coming out of the end. She pulled it and a piece of cotton popped out, much to her amazement.

"You idiot." Rukia said. "Why didn't you just tell me what it was?"

"I told you already, go talk to Tatsuki! Or Inoue. How the hell am I supposed to explain something like that? It has nothing to do with guys."

"How can you say that?" She tilted her head and gave him an exasperated look. "It's ingenious! Disposable face wipes? Everybody could use these! On a string, even, so you won't drop it down the sink or on the floor if you're in a hurry!"

Ichigo sat there staring at her, his mouth agape. With a grin, Rukia popped the small wad of cotton into his mouth, string hanging out like a snake's tongue.

"Moron." She called him.

Ichigo spat it out and got to his feet.

"You're nuts!" He proclaimed, fear prominently displayed on his face as he pointed at her. He darted out of his room next, running away as if being chased by Don Kanonji, and slammed his door closed behind him.

Rukia grinned from her spot on the floor. "You really are a moron, Ichigo. I know what it really is. Even the oldest shinigami can recognize a teru teru bozu when she sees one, no matter how cute and innovative the wrapping."

She stood up and opened Ichigo's window, leaning outside to hang it by the string to dangle in front of his room. "Now we'll be sure to have good weather."

--
a teru teru bozu is that little ghost-like doll that's supposed to bring good weather if you hang it up around your house somewhere.

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	junkdrawer 2003-12-16 05:00 pm UTC (link)
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	Comics darcisan 2003-12-16 08:56 pm UTC (link)
	-Zaraki/Yachiru flashback: Swordsman vs. Dirty Dipers -Ichigo tries to explain a modern world concept to Rukia. Looks like Nikr has a perverted mind like me.. XD.. Biggest question is... why does Ichigo's father have that under his pillow? XD!! I have an Aizen picture too.. and a benihime one too but my scanner is being an ahole.. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Comics nikr 2003-12-17 01:44 am UTC (link)
	HAHAHAHAH! But poor Ichigo's dad! What will he use now?! haha, Zaraki is such a good daddy! (Reply to this) (Parent)

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nikr, 2003-12-17 01:59 am UTC

Fic Response. :]

memlu
2003-12-17 12:05 am UTC (link)

Wherein a normal, innocent person walks into Urahara's shop, mistaking it for a simple convenience store. (I'm paraphrasing the general idea; my apologies, Dosetsu.) Drabble, and not quite as amusing as it could've been. Ignore the lack of, um, Urahara. *slaps self*

Er. Tear it apart. :D

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Nothing's Free

"Well," the young man said feebly, "I just wanted to buy a snack for the road. Um, you do carry snacks, right?" He glanced, eyebrows knitting worriedly, at the rather unhelpful contents of the store.

The girl sniffled sadly, clutching the broom handle and wringing her hands around it in a very disheartening way; the disturbingly aggressive boy, however, glared at the man before grinning.

There was no reason to be afraid whatsoever, he told himself nervously at that expression; the boy was not, contrary to the glint in his eyes, going to eat him.

Leaning in toward the girl - who flinched, eyes wide - the boy whispered something with that alarming grin. The man had the impression that the boy was not one given to whispering confidences and while the boy might not eat him, that didn't mean he was clear of danger.

Should've packed a lunch, he thought despairingly as the girl sniffled once, nodded feebly, and set off for the mysterious back.

The boy's decidedly sinister grin widened. "Don't even have to pay," he chortled evilly, and cracked his knuckles.

The man swallowed. "How nice," he smiled shakily.

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	Re: Fic Response. :] nikr 2003-12-17 01:45 am UTC (link)
	Jinta is SO evil. hahaha. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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descrime
2003-12-17 12:07 am UTC (link)

-A normal person mistaking Urahara's shop for a weird convenience store and trying to shop there.
Okay, it doesn't completely follow the requirements.

[Buyer Beware
by Kaitou Magician]

Business was slow, but, then again, it always was. His clientele was small and select, seeing as his store specialized in something most of this world’s population didn’t believe in.

Urahara leaned back in his chair. Even spirits, it seemed, had to pay taxes when they set up shop, and that meant that every few months he had to make up sale and inventory records for products he didn’t carry. Today was looking to be a day of monotonous business, and it seemed like he was going to provide his own amusement (a rare occurrence since Kuchiki had begun her impressive streak of rule breaking). Urahara had always prided himself on his inventive tax returns. Pineapples and fur coats, perhaps, could post a three percent gain while glass ornaments would be, hypothetically, sitting on the shelves. That would put them in nice, low tax bracket.

The bell on the door chimed warning that someone was entering the shop, but Urahara didn’t pay it any mind. Tessai would get it and could probably help any customer with their order without his interference.

“Manager.”

Urahara tilted his hat’s brim up to a rakish angle. Tessai never interrupted him when he was, as the larger man put in, actually doing work. Perhaps Kuchiki had stopped by for a visit.

“Manager.”

Urahara’s interest grew at Tessai’s insistent tone. Peering around the corner, in case trouble had foolishly decided to knock, Urahara could make out no other figure in the room. A quick scan also resulted in no strong spiritual aura except Tessai’s. Very interesting, and yet Tessai still looked baffled. Straightening into a presentable image, Urahara ambled around the corner.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted, in case a customer was around, “Tessai, what is the matter?”

“She insisted on talking to you,” he explained, shuffling aside to reveal a woman half his size. Urahara felt his eyebrows rise, hidden by the brim of this hat.

She was old, well into her fifties, with white, curly hair and not a speck of spiritual energy. The wards around the shop should have subconsciously persuaded her not to enter, but here she stood, oblivious to the instincts that were currently telling her to leave and leave quickly. White hair and pale skin, that could only mean-

“Are you the manager?” she asked, words slow, loud, and in English.

-that she was a foreigner, one who was wandering around alone and apparently unable to speak Japanese. Urahara’s grin was anything but cordial. It looked like amusement had come to him.

“Yes,” he replied in English. “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for a sash,” she answered, authoritatively, with a broad gesture to her midsection.

“A sash?” Urahara echoed, mentally trying to figure if he had anything on hand that he could pass off as a sash.

“Yes,” the woman prattled, “your shop looks so old. Just the place to carry real, genuine sashes.” Urahara watched her, trying to discern if that had been a subtle insult. However, the woman seemed to truly think that an old store was the only place to buy sashes.

Old, wear around waist, it clicked in his mind what she actually wanted.

“Do you mean an obi?” he asked.

“Yes, yes.” Her head bobbed up and down. “An obi, that’s exactly what I’m looking for.”

Urahara mentally calculated whether he could pull this off. He had four, Ururu had two, Tessai and Jinta had one apiece. Six might be a good enough selection for this woman. It wasn’t like she was going to be looking at anything except the “pretty” patterns.

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descrime
2003-12-17 12:08 am UTC (link)

“… and they’re just so versatile,” she gushed. “They make great table runners.” Urahara’s mental estimates stumbled to a halt as he looked to Tessai for confirmation that he had heard correctly. Oblivious to the bafflement of the two men around her, she continued. “My host family--they're wonderful people, really, the nicest you’ll meet--gave me the wife’s wedding kimono as a welcoming gift ten years ago when I first came to Japan. I use the obi every Thanksgiving as a table runner, and it really brings the place settings together.”

“I’ll go get you our samples,” he managed to cut in when she paused to breath. Urahara managed a dignified walk to the hallway, where he burst out laughing. A quick raid of the bedrooms and he was back downstairs, six obi draped over one arm.

“What are you looking for in an obi?” he inquired with the confident voice of an obi expert.

“I want to buy some for my friends as Christmas presents.” She poked at them, and Urahara winced as she unfolded them, sending cloth sprawling across the floor.

“Well, you’ve come to the best place. These are high quality obi made by hand by the best craftsmen in Japan, some of the last of a dying art.” Urahara discreetly glanced down to make sure ‘Made in China’ wasn’t visible anywhere. The woman was so impressed she didn’t see that Jinta’s pattern of blue and white checkers was too uniform to be anything but machine made.

“How much are they?” she questioned.

Urahara’s smile could not be described as anything but malevolent. It was a grin that had made even the fiercest Shinigami opponents pause. The woman just continued to poke at the fabric. Oh well, there was nothing like making easy money to put Urahara in a good mood.

“Ten thousand yen ♥ ,” he practically sang.

“That’s an awful lot of money,” she said dubiously.

“They’re very high quality. Why not just buy one,” he offered, voice as smooth as any conman, “for that best friend?” And that was that, because Urahara knew enough of the human psyche to know that even if she didn’t have a close enough friend to spend that kind of cash on, the woman would rather spend ten thousand yen than admit it. Humans were so wonderfully gullible.

She quickly selected one of Ururu’s, a bright orange thing with purple and blue butterflies. They shuffled over to the cash box where Urahara found a plain brown bag to refold the obi. Just as she was about to leave, Urahara withdrew the other item he had picked up while gathering the obi.

“As a guest to Japan, how would you like to try a traditional Japanese candy? They’re delicious.” Urahara held up something suspiciously like a Pez dispenser.

“Aligato,” the woman chirped, smiling in a way that made even Urahara pause. She held out her hand, but when Urahara clicked the duck head, a small cloud of smoke came out. While the woman was dazed, Urahara swiftly reached over and reclaimed the obi.

“Tessai,” he called, “please escort this woman out to the street before she regains her senses.” Chuckling to himself, Urahara walked back to his office. Setting the newly earned money down on the desk, Urahara picked up the shop’s forged records again. That had been a refreshing break.

The bell on the door chimed warning that someone was entering the shop. A moment later, the familiar call of “Manager” was echoing through the shop. Urahara looked down at the memory chikan in his hand. There were still three more doses…

Then, he remembered the woman. Urahara quickly decided it wasn’t worth dealing with her three more times. Besides, the disappearance of ten thousand yen could be discounted through poor judgment (something this woman obviously had plenty of). Forty thousand yen would be harder to ignore.

“We’re closed,” he yelled back, hoping Tessai would get the message. A second later, the chime over the door rang again, signaling the woman was gone.

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	zanazac 2003-12-17 01:54 am UTC (link)
	-Kurosaki family playing cards! I intended this to be a 4-koma comic :D But for now, it'll just be this. Hope you pplz like it! ^__^ (Reply to this) (Thread)

	nikr 2003-12-17 01:58 am UTC (link)
	OH MY GOD THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!! ISSHIN~~~~~!!!! They all look so adorably sweet! =) (Reply to this) (Parent)

nikr
2003-12-17 02:20 am UTC (link)

Descrime wanted: "One of Ichigo's classmates (who doesn't know they're shinigami) catches Ichigo and Rukia together outside of the school (could be after a Hollow attack or for some training). The rumor mill begins..."

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"Umm, I think this is just perfect for Hime-chan. She'll just love the little tiny corn ears, and I'll just love to watch her perfect little mouth chew them up...ahhh, Hime-chan~~~" Chizuru hugged her double lunch to her chest, then paused to put it in her satchel.

A sound from the nearby alley caught her attention, and she couldn't help but peer into it, noting immediately a strangely-clad duo--two whom she instantly recognized.

Chizuru stifled a giggle and turned away, practically trotting to class to tell her friends the news. She was lucky--Ryou and Ogawa were standing at the gate.

"Girls, listen," Chizuru bubbled, joining her classmates, "you'll never guess who I saw rehearsing cosplay in the alleyway!"

"Not interested," Ryou replied, looking bored.

"Who was it?" Little Ogawa wanted to know.

"Kurosaki Ichigo and the adorable transfer student! They were wearing the cutest little Rurouni Kenshin outfits ever! I think they were fighting over who was going to play Kenshin. Anyway, they were just jumping around...Kuchiki-san looks stunning in that hakama...I could just eat her right up." Purred Chizuru.

"I'm sure you could," Ryou sighed.

The first bell rang, and Ryou departed without any more conversation--school was number one to her. Ogawa followed behind, keeping pace with Chizuru and asking details. Chizuru got distracted by Tatsuki and Orihime, and left before giving away too much.

With a sigh, Ogawa found her seat and thought about Ichigo-san and Kuchiki-san cosplaying. How elegant they would look! Maybe only Ishida-san would be more handsome playing the wandering swordsman.

"Hey, Ogawa~" Keigo grinned, taking a spot beside her. "You look cute today. But then again, you look cute every single day, don't you?" His smile didn't falter.

Ogawa blushed and stammered, "are you going to cosplay with Kuchiki-san and Kurosaki-san?"

"Cosplay?" Keigo looked amused. "Those two? Were they really?"

"Chizuru said so. They dressed up like Rurouni Kenshin." She practically sparkled at her information.

"Oh?" Keigo immediately turned to Mizuiro, who had his headphones on, as usual. He tugged them off and said, "Hey, Mizu! Listen to this--I was right about Kuchiki Rukia and Ichi-kun. They're going to cosplay as Kenshin and Kaoru!"

"From Rurouni Kenshin?" Questioned his friend.

"Duh," Keigo replied, rolling his eyes. "I heard they're doing the whole 'after Enishi' arc--they're going to have a baby and everything!"

Mizuiro looked startled at that information and turned to his homework. Halfway though, though, he turned to Chad, and passed him a single note:

"Ichigo and Rukia are having a baby."

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	descrime 2004-04-11 04:02 pm UTC (link)
	Now that is a rumor out of control. ^^ Thanks for the gift fic. I love the Karakura gang. ^^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

nikr
2003-12-17 03:04 am UTC (link)

Dosetsu wanted: "-How Kuukaku lost her arm."

and here comes the TRUE STORY. This is pretty lame, but actually based on a friend's tragic tale.

--

"You can't do that."

"Why not?" Ichigo questioned, looking down at the stack of tuna sandwiches. "If you don't bring her something to eat she's gonna kick your ass."

Ganju sighed deeply, his eyes closing as he lowered his voice. "It was a night just like this. Twenty years ago. In a dense fog."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "The hell?"

"We worked at a cannery. We were poor then, very poor. We struggled to find food every day."

"You kiddin' me? You're a pork chop on legs."

Ganju opened one eye for a second, then continued on. "She was beautiful that day. I'd just knitted her a new scarf for her birthday. Then, we went to work to earn our meager wages and get our dinner for the night."

"You knit?" Ichigo snorted.

"Will you--" Ganju nearly leapt at the boy, but he managed to control his temper. "That night, the demand was high. It was a cheap food, and most everyone could afford it. We went into overdrive. Like I said, she looked gorgeous, and she was so proud of my work on her birthday present."

"Does this story have a point?"

"Yes, damn you! Shut up and listen!" He cleared his throat. "We got switched from the canning floor to the grinding room. I was to hand Kuukaku the fish, she was to throw it into the grinder. Only, she didn't see the sign...there was a picture of a man on it; his necktie was caught in the grinder. It was a warning to all who dared to work the machinery."

Ichigo shifted. "Wait a minute...are you telling me that Kuukaku lost her arm at a tuna factory?"

"They call it dolphin safe, my friend." Ganju cryptically stated, tapping the side of his nose. He got a bowl of rice together for his sister, then turned once more to Ichigo. "Yes, the dolphin are safe...but what about the women? What about the women, Ichigo?" With that, Ganju swept dramatically out of the room.

Ichigo glanced back at the sandwiches and shrugged, stuffing one into his mouth before taking the tray out to the others.

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	dosetsu 2003-12-17 06:29 am UTC (link)
	This...this is poetry. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	nikr 2003-12-17 03:07 am UTC (link)
	This is just terrible and it's the last thing (I swear it) that I'll sic on you guys. For Rukia. Behold my childlike scrawlings! The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	itako 2003-12-17 04:56 am UTC (link)
	Who can make the sun rise!? XD Man that's awesome :D You should stick a cane!!! :D (Reply to this) (Parent)

	For nik mistermazui 2003-12-17 03:59 am UTC (link)
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	Re: For nik nikr 2003-12-17 04:03 am UTC (link)
	HAHA. Josh, you rule. This is beautiful. I'll frame it and put it next to my cherished Kon/Yoruichi Junkdrawer picture. =) <3<3<3<3<3 pimpin' chad =) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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junkdrawer, 2003-12-20 08:29 pm UTC

itako
2003-12-17 04:53 am UTC (link)

I hope I didn't miss the deadline!!! >_< It was already done but hey :3

-Ichigo tries to explain a modern world concept to Rukia. (i.e. what T.V. is, ect.

“Eeeeh!?” Yuzu’s shocked voice filled the house, forcing Ichigo to look up at his little sister.

“What Yuzu?”

“Hey, you know.” Yuzu turned quickly to Ichigo, pulling out a striped dress from the microwave. “Someone keeps putting my clothes in the microwave!”

Ichigo flinched, the evidence pointing obviously to the shinigami who wore only his little sister’s clothes.

“And they’re dirty too. Geez.” Yuzu continued absentmindedly, pulling out the rest of her property.

“Get off.” Rukia looked up from the comic she read as something fell onto the bed.

“Oh yeah Ichigo.” Rukia book marked her page and sat up, confused by Ichigo’s behaviour. “Your washing machine doesn’t work.”

“That wasn’t a washing machine idiot.” Ichigo replied flatly, barely keeping his voice stable.

“I knew it was something like a dryer.”

‘That wasn’t a dryer.”

“Of course it was! I pressed the buttons! You put in a time, then the amount of washing. High, medium or low. And then you press start!”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“We have these things in Soul Society! Stop acting like you know everything! It was probably Kon!” Rukia snapped angrily at Ichigo as he started at the girl curiously, unsure of what was wrong with her head.

“That thing was a microwave you idiot!” He yelled at Rukia.

“What?” Rukia stared in disbelief. “You think you can lie to me? You know Ichigo, just because you don’t wash that often or change your clothes doesn’t mean that…”

Ichigo grabbed the shinigami’s collar in rage, torn between the choice of throwing her out or just beating her up there.

----

“Are you sure I can’t come out of your closet?” Rukia yelled through the door, throwing a tantrum like a school kid.

“Yes! And stay there and don’t come out!” Ichigo’s pencil broke as he did his homework.

“Oniichan!” Yuzu slammed open the door quickly and Ichigo quickly bolted up, his attention to her.

“What Yuzu!?”

“Someone’s put the rest of my clothes in the fridge!” she exclaimed in a worrisome tone.

There was a sound very much like someone crawling quickly in Ichigo’s closet.

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	nikr 2003-12-17 02:18 pm UTC (link)
	Poor Rukia! Well, she could've just left a big, dirty heap lying there for someone else to bother with. =) They should be thankful she tried at all! =) (Reply to this) (Parent)

dosetsu
2003-12-17 06:27 am UTC (link)

-Ichigo tries to explain a modern world concept to Rukia. (i.e. what T.V. is, ect.)

"You know," Rukia said thoughtfully, tapping at her chin with a pencil, "you people have developed some strange rituals in the past few years."

"Okay, I'm just going to sit and wait for you to finish talking, as this is obviously going to be amazing," Ichigo replied in a distracted tone, still peering down at his own assignment.

"...Bah, you mock, but it's true. For instance! What I saw...erm...Kojima and Asano, right? The idiots."

"Just call them that from now on."

"Anyway, what I saw them doing together the other day while I was waiting for you to finish chasing that Hollow that looked like the grasshopper," Rukia explained. "Honestly, I'm not even sure that's what I'd call it, that place looked nothing like a temple..."

Ichigo, meanwhile, was still only half-listening, eyes still focused on his algebra. Despite his earlier assertion that this would be "amazing," he had grown rather used to Rukia's bizarre misinterpretations of modern life. That thing with the...the...God, he could barely bring himself to think it--the tampon--had done the trick. After that, nothing seemed that weird anymore.

"I think...they were dancing."

Blink. Wait. This was odd. "Dancing? Where were you?"

"Oh, I forget what the building was called, one of those weird places full of flashing lights." That failed to narrow things down; Rukia used that term to refer to everything from department stores to dance clubs to, well, just about any type of building that she hadn't bothered to remember the real name of. "But they were definitely dancing. Not any real proper step, but they were doing it together."

A strange thought began to take root in Ichigo's mind. Mizuiro? Keigo? Dancing? With each other? But didn't Mizuiro have a girlfriend? Well, maybe it was a pity thing for Keigo's sake; Mizuiro was a nice guy, after all..."Well...uh. You know. Uh, remember that time you were late to get out of the locker room after gym and you caught Inoue and stupid Tatsuk--"

"Idiot!" Rukia barked, pegging Ichigo in the forehead with her math book. "They weren't doing anything like that."

"But...uh...you said they were dancing...?" Ichigo prodded, rubbing his slightly bleeding forehead. Dammit, caught the corner.

"They were not even facing each other. If you'd let me finish the story, you'd know that." Clearing her throat, Rukia continued: "They were looking at this screen, engaging in a regimen of dance that grew ever more strenuous. Idiot one--er, Asano--was felled by a ritual apparently entitled 'The Legend of Maxx'...what's so funny?"

It took Ichigo several long moments before he was sufficiently coherent to explain, but in the end, it didn't even matter--Rukia merely glared icily at him, retrieved her book, and swore she'd get him for trying to fool her.

"'Dance Dance Revolution?' Bah. Not even your culture would come up with anything that bizarre."

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nikr
2003-12-17 02:22 pm UTC (link)

HAHHAA. Mizuiro and Keigo dancing 'together!' How cute! I love how she calls all big buildings 'buildings with flashing lights.' I swear, if Rukia were really out there readings these things she'd come out here and murder us one by one.

Asano being 'felled' by an arcade game...you know, he'd probably like it to be referred to in that grandiose way. And Ichigo's being haunted by other Rukia 'misadventures' is so cute. =). I am glad he's enjoying Rukia's interpretations of life in the modern world, though!

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	lovelycoconuts 2003-12-17 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	Ahhh I'm almost a full day late -_- I was just too busy yesterday to do anything~ But I still wanted to try drawing some of this stuff so.. And yes, they are non colored, crappy sketches, but ah well...I just did them when I got home from school... So, Urahara as Willy Wonka, and Chad squishing Kon and Yoruichi~ (Reply to this) (Thread)

	itako 2003-12-17 11:55 pm UTC (link)
	omg that is so cute XD. I Gin looks so funny and poor Kon XD (Reply to this) (Parent)

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