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May. 19th, 2004 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonsheenSince it's summer and I have no more papers in the way, no dumb excuses, and am a hopeless masochist, I think I'll go with what all the cool kids are doing and open up the drabble meme again. You know the drill: Gimme series, characters, situation. And if it doesn't immediately break my brain (...chira yes, I AM looking at you) I'll write a short piece of god-knows-how-many-words-I-Am-Bad-At-This in response. So let's get to it.
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Date: 2004-05-19 04:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-19 04:13 pm (UTC)HOT KON/ICHIGO ACTION.
Date: 2004-05-20 04:09 pm (UTC)The streets were busy, but no one saw the young man drop down to the sidewalk from the building on the corner. This, as it turned out, was a good thing, because someone might have thought to ask questions about a young man dressed that way, with a sword nearly as long as he was tall carried across his shoulders. He passed by an alley, stopped, stepped back, scowled deeper, and made a sharp right to where another young man was leaned over a dumpster. He was dressed for the right century, sans the sword and the annoyed expression, but otherwise there was a startling resemblance.
“Hey,” said Ichigo.
“Shit,” said Kon, and pitched forward. Ichigo shook his head. His legs—his corporeal ones anyway, were sticking out of the dumpster. There was a rattle of cans and bags and a cat making an escape, and he waited. Kon reemerged. There was a fish-head caught in his /borrowed/ hair, his /borrowed/ hands were cupped around something, and that /borrowed/ body was going to need at least two hours of loving time with a showerhead and a bar of soap to get the smell out. Ichigo slid his sword off of his back, rested the tip to the concrete, leaned against it and sighed for good measure. It just figured.
“Mind explaining why I’m not at school?” Ichigo was getting far too used to saying things like that.
Kon pouted.
“Not my fault,” he huffed, skirting back clumsily, all knees and elbows that weren’t. his. “They were going to /kill/ her.”
Ichigo tensed, hand tightening around the sword’s hilt. “Kill who?” he asked immediately, and was just as immediately faced by a pair of filthy hands being shoved into his face.
“Her,” Kon said, and opened them, looking grave.
Ichigo blinked, curiously.
The roach waved her antennae. Curiously.
“I had to bring her some place safe,” Kon said.
‘Damn’, Ichigo thought, and didn’t shove him back into the dumpster and slam the lid shut. He needed the body, even if the body stunk like rotting fish and oh boy would that be fun to explain. He sighed again. Really, it just. fucking. figured.
Re: HOT KON/ICHIGO ACTION.
Date: 2004-05-21 07:30 am (UTC)*trying not to snicker into collapse from sleep deprivation this early in the morning*