FIC: Hidden Benefits (Bleach)
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ficwizeTitle: Hidden Benefits
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: None. Features Kon, Ichigo and Isshin Kurosaki
Prompt: spastic; hiccups
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Kon's existence, but that's it!
Rating: Gen
Summary: Kon hates his body.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But if it was, I'd be rich and retire now.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diabel_gt because she asked me to.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Kon hated pretty much everything about his body. He hated its squishy foam filled limbs. He hated its rounded plush bottom. He really hated the mane that wrapped around its head.
In fact, the only good thing he could think to say about his body was that at least it kept him alive and aware in between the times he was need to animate Ichigo’s body when the boy’s spirit left it behind to roam the metaphysical realm.
So, when he woke up one morning to discover that he had the hiccups, he was particularly furious.
“Stop making that noise!” Ichigo barked from the bed, pulling a pillow over his head.
“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose!” Kon retorted, with a loud sqeaking noise making it’s point behind his words.
“Its too early for this,” Ichigo looked over at him with bleary eyes. “I’ve only been asleep for a few hours.”
“It’s not [HIC] my fault [HIC] that you were part [HIC]… patro [HIC]… pat [HIC]… OUT ALL NIGHT!” The last words were shouted and Ichigo sat straight up.
“Shut up, Kon! Do you want my father to hear?”
“Hear what?” Ichigo’s door was thrown open and the very man that Ichigo didn’t want involved in this conversation stood in the door way looking at his son curiously.
Kon, playing stuffed animal with the best of them, let out a loud HICCUP at just that moment and Ichigo fell out of bed reaching for him.
“What’s wrong with you, boy?” Isshin Kurosaki demanded.
“Just the hiccups,” Ichigo replied, taking no small pleasure in shoving Kon under the bed.
“Really?” Isshin brightened considerably. “I know just the cure for hiccups! You’re lucky I came along!” He reached down and grabbed Ichigo by the arm and hauled him towards the door. “I’ll mix you up a tonic in no time!”
“No!” Ichigo protested, desperately. “They’ll go away on their own!”
“Sure they will!” Isshin agreed, still dragging Ichigo towards the stairs. “But they’ll go away much faster once I give you the tonic! I just hope we have fish flakes and chili powder and milk…”
Kon, squashed under the bed next to a pair of Ichigo’s discarded socks, snickered as he heard Ichigo’s wail of protest. Perhaps there were some hidden benefits to being in this body after all.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: None. Features Kon, Ichigo and Isshin Kurosaki
Prompt: spastic; hiccups
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Kon's existence, but that's it!
Rating: Gen
Summary: Kon hates his body.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But if it was, I'd be rich and retire now.
A/N: Written for
diabel_gt because she asked me to. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Kon hated pretty much everything about his body. He hated its squishy foam filled limbs. He hated its rounded plush bottom. He really hated the mane that wrapped around its head.
In fact, the only good thing he could think to say about his body was that at least it kept him alive and aware in between the times he was need to animate Ichigo’s body when the boy’s spirit left it behind to roam the metaphysical realm.
So, when he woke up one morning to discover that he had the hiccups, he was particularly furious.
“Stop making that noise!” Ichigo barked from the bed, pulling a pillow over his head.
“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose!” Kon retorted, with a loud sqeaking noise making it’s point behind his words.
“Its too early for this,” Ichigo looked over at him with bleary eyes. “I’ve only been asleep for a few hours.”
“It’s not [HIC] my fault [HIC] that you were part [HIC]… patro [HIC]… pat [HIC]… OUT ALL NIGHT!” The last words were shouted and Ichigo sat straight up.
“Shut up, Kon! Do you want my father to hear?”
“Hear what?” Ichigo’s door was thrown open and the very man that Ichigo didn’t want involved in this conversation stood in the door way looking at his son curiously.
Kon, playing stuffed animal with the best of them, let out a loud HICCUP at just that moment and Ichigo fell out of bed reaching for him.
“What’s wrong with you, boy?” Isshin Kurosaki demanded.
“Just the hiccups,” Ichigo replied, taking no small pleasure in shoving Kon under the bed.
“Really?” Isshin brightened considerably. “I know just the cure for hiccups! You’re lucky I came along!” He reached down and grabbed Ichigo by the arm and hauled him towards the door. “I’ll mix you up a tonic in no time!”
“No!” Ichigo protested, desperately. “They’ll go away on their own!”
“Sure they will!” Isshin agreed, still dragging Ichigo towards the stairs. “But they’ll go away much faster once I give you the tonic! I just hope we have fish flakes and chili powder and milk…”
Kon, squashed under the bed next to a pair of Ichigo’s discarded socks, snickered as he heard Ichigo’s wail of protest. Perhaps there were some hidden benefits to being in this body after all.
