HALLOWEEN FICby rukia
“Ichigo!” a Zombie of the Undead stormed into the teenager’s room and pleaded with him, “Wh~y aren’t you in your costume!?”
“Shut up! I’m busy doing homework!” Ichigo looked up from his desk in annoyance. “I told you already, Dad, I’m not going to be a part of this Halloween crap! It’s just some American holiday the Mayor introduced to promote ‘community togetherness’ – hell, ‘togetherness’ isn’t even a freaking proper word! I can’t believe you voted that guy into office!”
The green oozing zombie pouted, “But he gave everyone cool light-up novelty pens during his election campaign! How could I argue with that!?”
Ichigo bowed his head in frustration and waved his father away, “Go away, Dad... You’re embarrassing me again.”
“Ooh, c’mon Ichigo!” Zombie Isshin begged, “At least pass out candy at the door! I have to go look after the girls while they’re trick-or-treating! I need to protect them!”
Ichigo looked up at him dryly, “You mean you want to get in on all of that free-candy action.”
“Well, I don’t see why they get all the fun!” Isshin grabbed his son’s arm and hauled him out the bedroom door with all that his inhuman, candy-lusting strength could muster. “Now, come on! You haven’t picked a costume yet and it’s already getting dark out!”
Ichigo fought against Isshin to get back into his room and continue his homework, “I told you I’m busy! I’ll be damned if I help you get even more sugar into your system, you – AAAAGH!” He was cut off when Isshin managed to pick him up and toss him down the stairs. “Dammit, old man! How could you do that to your only son!?”
“Don’t worry! I’m a doctor!” Isshin hopped down after him, his torn and greasy funeral suit proving to be surprisingly comfortable to move around in. The only drawback was that his green face kept smudging on everything, some of it even got on Ichigo’s nose during the scuffle. Isshin yanked his son by the arm to stand him up, “See? You’re fine!”
“Ow, my ass...” Ichigo muttered under his breath. He was pretty certain that he sprained his tailbone, but he wasn’t going to complain about it too much. One didn’t live in this family without getting a few bumps and bruises on occasion. “Where’s Karin and Yuzu?”
“Here we are!” Yuzu skipped into the kitchen to greet them with strange make-up painted on her face. Over her orange hair, she wore a red wig made out of thick string, and twirled around in a blue-and-white checkered dress with a frilly white apron, “Guess who I am, Brother!”
“Uh...” Ichigo cocked his head to the side; he sucked at guessing games. “A rag doll on crack?”
“Close!” Yuzu giggled and pranced about the room, “I’m Raggedy Ann!”
“And I’m Death,” Karin stood at the hallway entrance wearing a black robe with the cowl hiding her face. The scythe in her hand was twice as tall as herself. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Dad, where did she get a real scythe?” Ichigo asked.
“Oh, I know a few people,” Isshin chuckled cryptically.
Ichigo took another look at his younger sister and shook his head in amusement. That certainly wasn’t how he pictured Death.
“Hey! Let’s get going before all the good candy gets taken!” Isshin ushered his girls to the door. “Does everyone have their trick-or-treat bags?”
“Yes!” the girls chorused, holding out their empty pillowcases.
“Everybody got their spare costumes for round 2?”
“Yes!”
“Um...” Ichigo trailed behind them. “I don’t know much about this holiday, but I don’t think there’s supposed to be a ‘round 2.’”
“Well, that just shows what you know,” Isshin said over his shoulder self-importantly, “Round 2 is when we go back to all the houses that give out the good candy and disguise ourselves to get more!”
“Whatever,” Ichigo shrugged and turned to head back to his room. “Have a fun time.”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Isshin grabbed Ichigo’s shoulder and pulled him over to a cardboard box near the front door, “You have to pick out your costume! Someone’s got to stay here and hand out candy – I told you that!”
“Fine, fine. I’ll hand out candy, but I’m not wearing a stupid costume,” Ichigo scowled.
“C’mon, Ichi, quit being such a whiner!” Karin called from the doorway, “Put on a costume and get to work so we can go already – this scythe ain’t getting any lighter, y’know!”
“Pretty please, Brother?” Yuzu’s cuteness was multiplied by her adorable doll outfit, thus producing near-fatal results. “For us?”
Ichigo sighed and rummaged around in the box of assorted props that Isshin had managed to gather. “Will this do?” he asked when he put on an old, damaged hockey mask.
“What’re you supposed to be?” Karin asked, skeptical.
“Um... Jason from Friday the 13th,” Ichigo hazarded.
“That’s a pretty half-assed –” Karin’s comment was cut off by her father.
“Good enough! Let’s go girls! Time is candy!” the zombie herded the rag doll and Death out of the front door, adding, “See you later, Ichigo!”
“Uh, yeah,” Ichigo took off the hockey mask as he watched his family march down the block. “Have fun, I guess.”
The trick-or-treaters began to arrive soon after. The first thing Ichigo did was tape a written notice on the glass front doors to direct all of the candy-grubbers to the clinic’s side entrance. If he was going to put on a stupid mask and participate in this sad excuse for a holiday, he didn’t want normal pedestrians to walk by and see him through the glass doors.
Ichigo perched down on a stool in front of the closed door with his trigonometry book balanced on his lap. Whenever someone knocked on the door, he’d open it, chuck candy at the kids after they say the magic phrase, and kick it shut again. Sometimes he didn’t even look up from his book – he had an exam on Monday, after all. His only challenge was trying to read math problems through the eyeholes of his hockey mask.
The first few hours of this were easy, but as the night grew darker, the freaks started coming out in droves...
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
Ichigo reached over and opened the door without looking up from his trig equation. His other hand automatically scooped up a handful of candy from the bowl on the shelf beside him. He waited for the 3 words as his signal to throw.
“Trick or treat, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Trick or treat, Ichigo.”
Startled, he looked up and saw two familiar girls in the doorway. “You guys are doing this too?” he asked in disbelief.
“Why not? It’s so much fun!” Orihime giggled and lovingly held up the bag of goodies to her cheek. “I’ll have enough candy to go on a 24-hour sugar high and beat the Guinness world record!!”
Ichigo blinked and looked over at Tatsuki, who simply shrugged at him. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on her,” she said.
“Okay, so what are you two supposed to be?” he asked in an effort to be civil.
Orihime wore a black bodysuit with a vertical white stripe up the middle and a huge white scarf draped around her neck, covering her mouth and nose. She had a ‘scar’ drawn at an angle over her left eyebrow in black marker, “I’m cosplaying Tsubaki – one of the six fairies!”
“Fairies...?” Ichigo realized that Tatsuki didn’t understand the obscure reference either. Then, Orihime discreetly pointed at the six-petal hairclips in her hair and he finally understood what she meant. “Oh! Those fairies! Yeah... from, um, that old kid’s cartoon,” he added lamely.
“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cartoon with a fairy like that,” Tatsuki said.
“Well, it's a really old cartoon...” Orihime blushed behind her bulky scarf.
“Humph. It’s pretty elaborate for just one night,” Tatsuki crossed her arms.
“So, what? All you did was wear your Karate uniform and put fake blood on your face,” Ichigo pointed out. “What are you supposed to be? A loser?”
Tatsuki smirked evilly, “No, I’m pretending to be you after I've kicked your ass in sparring practice!”
“Okay then, here’s your Treat,” Ichigo dropped a double-helping of candy into Orihime’s bag. “And here’s you Trick,” he slammed the door on Tatsuki’s expectant face.
Tatsuki cursed and banged on his door for about 3 whole minutes before Orihime eventually coaxed her to give up and leave.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
Ichigo opened the door and saw Don Kanonji standing there in a fuchsia Batman costume with an brand-new, custom-made Robin uniform draped over one arm. It didn’t take a genius to figure out whom that was for...
“Trick or Treat, my #1 –“
Ichigo slammed the door shut and barricaded it with his body until he became absolutely certain that Kanonji was gone. He didn’t know Halloween could be so damn terrifying!
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
There was a pause before the door inched open. An eye inside a broken hockey mask peered outside cautiously.
“Trick or Treat!!”
“Oh, it’s just you guys...” the door swung open all the way. “Don’t you think you’re a little too old for this?”
“Who cares? Free candy!” Keigo thrust his open bag out. He was dressed as the younger version of Obi-Wan Kenobi – light saber included. “See? I told you that I look like Ewan McGregor!”
“And I keep telling you that you don’t,” Ichigo tossed candy in Keigo’s bag and spared Mizuiro a look of horror. “Oh, god, don’t tell me...”
Mizuiro grinned brightly from under his curly black wig, “Michel Jackson, circa 1980s.” He even wore the single, white glove and flashy jacket.
“Thanks, Mizuiro – I’m mentally scarred now,” Ichigo muttered as he looked up at Chad. “How did they rope you into this?”
Chad shrugged, the only difference in his appearance was his slightly green-tinted skin and the bolts pasted to the side of his neck, “...sounded fun...”
“Yeah, well, so does sky diving, but you don’t see me doing that on a whim,” Ichigo grouched and filled his friends’ bags with candy.
“What are you supposed to be?” Keigo asked eagerly.
“A homicidal maniac,” Ichigo lifted his mask and offered him a deadly glare, “See? Now get lost.”
“You know,” Keigo peered closer, “you’ve got a green smudge on your nose –”
“Go!”
Keigo gave Ichigo his best puppy dog look, “But don’t you want to see my round 2 costume?”
“GO!!”
“Okay, okay... Later!”
As the trio departed, Ichigo stopped Chad and asked under his breath, “Hey, if you get any of those peanut butter-chocolate ones with the –”
Chad nodded amicably, “...no problem...” He dug one out of his plastic pumpkin bag and handed it to Ichigo, “...old lady two doors down gives them away...”
If he didn’t know any better, Ichigo could’ve sworn that Chad was trying to hide a grin as he disappeared down the street with the other two guys.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
“Trick or – oh, shit, wrong house! Sorry, gotta go!”
“Kon!” Ichigo lunged and caught the small stuffed toy before he could escape, “What the hell are you doing out here!? Get back in the house before somebody sees you!”
“Oh, come on, Ichigo!” Kon protested, “This is the one time of the year where all the girls think I’m just a cute, cuddly kid in a lion costume! They’re always picking me up and squeezing me against their lovely, full breasts – I just can’t let this golden opportunity pass me by!” He managed to slip out of Ichigo’s grasp and took off running down the block.
“Fine, then! Go!” Ichigo yelled at Kon through his mask. He held up a heavy bag, “But now I’ve got your candy!”
Kon sprinted away, wailing miserably, “OH, GOD, NOOOOOooooooooo…”
Ichigo walked back into the clinic, rummaging through Kon’s bag for the peanut butter-chocolate kinds.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
A man, wearing an elaborate hand-sewn masquerade suit along with a feathered mask, stood at the door, “Trick or Treat – oh, it’s you.”
“Aw, hell, this is more than I needed to know,” Ichigo looked away and shoved Kon’s candy bag into Ishida’s arms. “Here, it’s a bribe – now get lost. Tell no one that I saw you.”
“Agreed,” Ishida turned away regally, “But, for the record, at least I was creative enough to make a costume – yours is simply a cheap mask.”
“I said get lost, Ishida!”
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
“Trick and treating!!”
“You must be joking,” Ichigo blinked down at Rukia, “How did you find out about this?”
“Urahara-san told me all about it!” Rukia said with an air of authority. “It’s a tradition where you go to the houses of strangers and verbally abuse them until you get treats. If treats are not forfeited, rotten eggs are launched at the uncooperative residence and thus the balance is restored," she grinned. "I find this holiday highly amusing. Now that I’ve spoken the Words of Demand, hand me candy or else suffer severe punishment.”
“Sure, sure... what the hell is with your costume?” Ichigo asked as he dug into the sweets bowl and realized that there was only a handful left. He tossed the last of it in Rukia’s candy-stuffed trash bag. “It looks like you stole it from a bunch of kids.”
Rukia checked her ensemble. She wore a pointed witch’s hat, a plastic pirate’s sword, a cardboard eye patch, and a black cape. “How did you know that?” she demanded.
“Never mind,” Ichigo lifted the mask off his head and rolled his eyes in exasperation, “I’m done with this stupid holiday anyway. C’mon, let’s go upstairs and stuff ourselves sick with candy – I deserve something good out of this freaking weird night.”
“Ichigo, you have a green smudge on your –”
“I know.”
~*~*~
Ten minutes later...
*Knock Knock Knock*
“Trick or treat, Kurosaki-san~~! Open up!” Urahara’s voice could be heard from outside, “I wanted to show you and Rukia this wonderful Willy Wonka costume that Tessai made for me! I look fabulous in it! C’mon out!”
Silence.
“Oka~y! Have it your way!” Urahara chuckled evilly. “Jinta-kun! Release the eggs!”
The End
...If I ever try to write a sugar-induced holiday fic again - please stop me. -_-;
“Ichigo!” a Zombie of the Undead stormed into the teenager’s room and pleaded with him, “Wh~y aren’t you in your costume!?”
“Shut up! I’m busy doing homework!” Ichigo looked up from his desk in annoyance. “I told you already, Dad, I’m not going to be a part of this Halloween crap! It’s just some American holiday the Mayor introduced to promote ‘community togetherness’ – hell, ‘togetherness’ isn’t even a freaking proper word! I can’t believe you voted that guy into office!”
The green oozing zombie pouted, “But he gave everyone cool light-up novelty pens during his election campaign! How could I argue with that!?”
Ichigo bowed his head in frustration and waved his father away, “Go away, Dad... You’re embarrassing me again.”
“Ooh, c’mon Ichigo!” Zombie Isshin begged, “At least pass out candy at the door! I have to go look after the girls while they’re trick-or-treating! I need to protect them!”
Ichigo looked up at him dryly, “You mean you want to get in on all of that free-candy action.”
“Well, I don’t see why they get all the fun!” Isshin grabbed his son’s arm and hauled him out the bedroom door with all that his inhuman, candy-lusting strength could muster. “Now, come on! You haven’t picked a costume yet and it’s already getting dark out!”
Ichigo fought against Isshin to get back into his room and continue his homework, “I told you I’m busy! I’ll be damned if I help you get even more sugar into your system, you – AAAAGH!” He was cut off when Isshin managed to pick him up and toss him down the stairs. “Dammit, old man! How could you do that to your only son!?”
“Don’t worry! I’m a doctor!” Isshin hopped down after him, his torn and greasy funeral suit proving to be surprisingly comfortable to move around in. The only drawback was that his green face kept smudging on everything, some of it even got on Ichigo’s nose during the scuffle. Isshin yanked his son by the arm to stand him up, “See? You’re fine!”
“Ow, my ass...” Ichigo muttered under his breath. He was pretty certain that he sprained his tailbone, but he wasn’t going to complain about it too much. One didn’t live in this family without getting a few bumps and bruises on occasion. “Where’s Karin and Yuzu?”
“Here we are!” Yuzu skipped into the kitchen to greet them with strange make-up painted on her face. Over her orange hair, she wore a red wig made out of thick string, and twirled around in a blue-and-white checkered dress with a frilly white apron, “Guess who I am, Brother!”
“Uh...” Ichigo cocked his head to the side; he sucked at guessing games. “A rag doll on crack?”
“Close!” Yuzu giggled and pranced about the room, “I’m Raggedy Ann!”
“And I’m Death,” Karin stood at the hallway entrance wearing a black robe with the cowl hiding her face. The scythe in her hand was twice as tall as herself. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Dad, where did she get a real scythe?” Ichigo asked.
“Oh, I know a few people,” Isshin chuckled cryptically.
Ichigo took another look at his younger sister and shook his head in amusement. That certainly wasn’t how he pictured Death.
“Hey! Let’s get going before all the good candy gets taken!” Isshin ushered his girls to the door. “Does everyone have their trick-or-treat bags?”
“Yes!” the girls chorused, holding out their empty pillowcases.
“Everybody got their spare costumes for round 2?”
“Yes!”
“Um...” Ichigo trailed behind them. “I don’t know much about this holiday, but I don’t think there’s supposed to be a ‘round 2.’”
“Well, that just shows what you know,” Isshin said over his shoulder self-importantly, “Round 2 is when we go back to all the houses that give out the good candy and disguise ourselves to get more!”
“Whatever,” Ichigo shrugged and turned to head back to his room. “Have a fun time.”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Isshin grabbed Ichigo’s shoulder and pulled him over to a cardboard box near the front door, “You have to pick out your costume! Someone’s got to stay here and hand out candy – I told you that!”
“Fine, fine. I’ll hand out candy, but I’m not wearing a stupid costume,” Ichigo scowled.
“C’mon, Ichi, quit being such a whiner!” Karin called from the doorway, “Put on a costume and get to work so we can go already – this scythe ain’t getting any lighter, y’know!”
“Pretty please, Brother?” Yuzu’s cuteness was multiplied by her adorable doll outfit, thus producing near-fatal results. “For us?”
Ichigo sighed and rummaged around in the box of assorted props that Isshin had managed to gather. “Will this do?” he asked when he put on an old, damaged hockey mask.
“What’re you supposed to be?” Karin asked, skeptical.
“Um... Jason from Friday the 13th,” Ichigo hazarded.
“That’s a pretty half-assed –” Karin’s comment was cut off by her father.
“Good enough! Let’s go girls! Time is candy!” the zombie herded the rag doll and Death out of the front door, adding, “See you later, Ichigo!”
“Uh, yeah,” Ichigo took off the hockey mask as he watched his family march down the block. “Have fun, I guess.”
The trick-or-treaters began to arrive soon after. The first thing Ichigo did was tape a written notice on the glass front doors to direct all of the candy-grubbers to the clinic’s side entrance. If he was going to put on a stupid mask and participate in this sad excuse for a holiday, he didn’t want normal pedestrians to walk by and see him through the glass doors.
Ichigo perched down on a stool in front of the closed door with his trigonometry book balanced on his lap. Whenever someone knocked on the door, he’d open it, chuck candy at the kids after they say the magic phrase, and kick it shut again. Sometimes he didn’t even look up from his book – he had an exam on Monday, after all. His only challenge was trying to read math problems through the eyeholes of his hockey mask.
The first few hours of this were easy, but as the night grew darker, the freaks started coming out in droves...
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
Ichigo reached over and opened the door without looking up from his trig equation. His other hand automatically scooped up a handful of candy from the bowl on the shelf beside him. He waited for the 3 words as his signal to throw.
“Trick or treat, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Trick or treat, Ichigo.”
Startled, he looked up and saw two familiar girls in the doorway. “You guys are doing this too?” he asked in disbelief.
“Why not? It’s so much fun!” Orihime giggled and lovingly held up the bag of goodies to her cheek. “I’ll have enough candy to go on a 24-hour sugar high and beat the Guinness world record!!”
Ichigo blinked and looked over at Tatsuki, who simply shrugged at him. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on her,” she said.
“Okay, so what are you two supposed to be?” he asked in an effort to be civil.
Orihime wore a black bodysuit with a vertical white stripe up the middle and a huge white scarf draped around her neck, covering her mouth and nose. She had a ‘scar’ drawn at an angle over her left eyebrow in black marker, “I’m cosplaying Tsubaki – one of the six fairies!”
“Fairies...?” Ichigo realized that Tatsuki didn’t understand the obscure reference either. Then, Orihime discreetly pointed at the six-petal hairclips in her hair and he finally understood what she meant. “Oh! Those fairies! Yeah... from, um, that old kid’s cartoon,” he added lamely.
“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cartoon with a fairy like that,” Tatsuki said.
“Well, it's a really old cartoon...” Orihime blushed behind her bulky scarf.
“Humph. It’s pretty elaborate for just one night,” Tatsuki crossed her arms.
“So, what? All you did was wear your Karate uniform and put fake blood on your face,” Ichigo pointed out. “What are you supposed to be? A loser?”
Tatsuki smirked evilly, “No, I’m pretending to be you after I've kicked your ass in sparring practice!”
“Okay then, here’s your Treat,” Ichigo dropped a double-helping of candy into Orihime’s bag. “And here’s you Trick,” he slammed the door on Tatsuki’s expectant face.
Tatsuki cursed and banged on his door for about 3 whole minutes before Orihime eventually coaxed her to give up and leave.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
Ichigo opened the door and saw Don Kanonji standing there in a fuchsia Batman costume with an brand-new, custom-made Robin uniform draped over one arm. It didn’t take a genius to figure out whom that was for...
“Trick or Treat, my #1 –“
Ichigo slammed the door shut and barricaded it with his body until he became absolutely certain that Kanonji was gone. He didn’t know Halloween could be so damn terrifying!
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
There was a pause before the door inched open. An eye inside a broken hockey mask peered outside cautiously.
“Trick or Treat!!”
“Oh, it’s just you guys...” the door swung open all the way. “Don’t you think you’re a little too old for this?”
“Who cares? Free candy!” Keigo thrust his open bag out. He was dressed as the younger version of Obi-Wan Kenobi – light saber included. “See? I told you that I look like Ewan McGregor!”
“And I keep telling you that you don’t,” Ichigo tossed candy in Keigo’s bag and spared Mizuiro a look of horror. “Oh, god, don’t tell me...”
Mizuiro grinned brightly from under his curly black wig, “Michel Jackson, circa 1980s.” He even wore the single, white glove and flashy jacket.
“Thanks, Mizuiro – I’m mentally scarred now,” Ichigo muttered as he looked up at Chad. “How did they rope you into this?”
Chad shrugged, the only difference in his appearance was his slightly green-tinted skin and the bolts pasted to the side of his neck, “...sounded fun...”
“Yeah, well, so does sky diving, but you don’t see me doing that on a whim,” Ichigo grouched and filled his friends’ bags with candy.
“What are you supposed to be?” Keigo asked eagerly.
“A homicidal maniac,” Ichigo lifted his mask and offered him a deadly glare, “See? Now get lost.”
“You know,” Keigo peered closer, “you’ve got a green smudge on your nose –”
“Go!”
Keigo gave Ichigo his best puppy dog look, “But don’t you want to see my round 2 costume?”
“GO!!”
“Okay, okay... Later!”
As the trio departed, Ichigo stopped Chad and asked under his breath, “Hey, if you get any of those peanut butter-chocolate ones with the –”
Chad nodded amicably, “...no problem...” He dug one out of his plastic pumpkin bag and handed it to Ichigo, “...old lady two doors down gives them away...”
If he didn’t know any better, Ichigo could’ve sworn that Chad was trying to hide a grin as he disappeared down the street with the other two guys.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
“Trick or – oh, shit, wrong house! Sorry, gotta go!”
“Kon!” Ichigo lunged and caught the small stuffed toy before he could escape, “What the hell are you doing out here!? Get back in the house before somebody sees you!”
“Oh, come on, Ichigo!” Kon protested, “This is the one time of the year where all the girls think I’m just a cute, cuddly kid in a lion costume! They’re always picking me up and squeezing me against their lovely, full breasts – I just can’t let this golden opportunity pass me by!” He managed to slip out of Ichigo’s grasp and took off running down the block.
“Fine, then! Go!” Ichigo yelled at Kon through his mask. He held up a heavy bag, “But now I’ve got your candy!”
Kon sprinted away, wailing miserably, “OH, GOD, NOOOOOooooooooo…”
Ichigo walked back into the clinic, rummaging through Kon’s bag for the peanut butter-chocolate kinds.
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
A man, wearing an elaborate hand-sewn masquerade suit along with a feathered mask, stood at the door, “Trick or Treat – oh, it’s you.”
“Aw, hell, this is more than I needed to know,” Ichigo looked away and shoved Kon’s candy bag into Ishida’s arms. “Here, it’s a bribe – now get lost. Tell no one that I saw you.”
“Agreed,” Ishida turned away regally, “But, for the record, at least I was creative enough to make a costume – yours is simply a cheap mask.”
“I said get lost, Ishida!”
~*~*~
*Knock Knock*
“Trick and treating!!”
“You must be joking,” Ichigo blinked down at Rukia, “How did you find out about this?”
“Urahara-san told me all about it!” Rukia said with an air of authority. “It’s a tradition where you go to the houses of strangers and verbally abuse them until you get treats. If treats are not forfeited, rotten eggs are launched at the uncooperative residence and thus the balance is restored," she grinned. "I find this holiday highly amusing. Now that I’ve spoken the Words of Demand, hand me candy or else suffer severe punishment.”
“Sure, sure... what the hell is with your costume?” Ichigo asked as he dug into the sweets bowl and realized that there was only a handful left. He tossed the last of it in Rukia’s candy-stuffed trash bag. “It looks like you stole it from a bunch of kids.”
Rukia checked her ensemble. She wore a pointed witch’s hat, a plastic pirate’s sword, a cardboard eye patch, and a black cape. “How did you know that?” she demanded.
“Never mind,” Ichigo lifted the mask off his head and rolled his eyes in exasperation, “I’m done with this stupid holiday anyway. C’mon, let’s go upstairs and stuff ourselves sick with candy – I deserve something good out of this freaking weird night.”
“Ichigo, you have a green smudge on your –”
“I know.”
~*~*~
Ten minutes later...
*Knock Knock Knock*
“Trick or treat, Kurosaki-san~~! Open up!” Urahara’s voice could be heard from outside, “I wanted to show you and Rukia this wonderful Willy Wonka costume that Tessai made for me! I look fabulous in it! C’mon out!”
Silence.
“Oka~y! Have it your way!” Urahara chuckled evilly. “Jinta-kun! Release the eggs!”
The End
...If I ever try to write a sugar-induced holiday fic again - please stop me. -_-;