NOT UNGRATEFULby rukia
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?
"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)
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?
"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)