Title: Overhaul
Author: Celeste
Feedback: (yes!)
Universe: Bleach
Pairing: Hinted at Chad/Ishida
Rating: G
Word Count: 436
Time: 21 mins, no edits
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Ishida and Chad don't hate chocolate.
Dedication: Jenkat, for inundating me with chocolate the other day.
A/N: The crack continues… :P And did I mention I suck at titles? Because if I didn't, I so do.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Otherwise I wouldn't have such a hard time trying to get the merchandise, dammit!
Distribution: Just lemme know.

Ishida eyed the shin-level pile of chocolates warily.

Chad might have been looking at it too, but the shorter boy couldn't tell with Yasutora's eyes obscured the way they were by his unkempt hair.

"So…"

"…yeah."

They stared at the chocolate a little longer, their combined hauls for Valentine's Day.

Ishida decided to go about this in the most direct way he could. "Do you like chocolate?" he posed to the other boy, pushing his glasses up on his face.

Chad shrugged a single, massive shoulder. "I… don't hate it."

Uryuu sighed at how completely unhelpful a response that was. "You don't hate anything."

"…yeah."

They stared at it for a while longer.

"It's really…pink."

"And red," Ishida amended. Best to be accurate after all.

"Uh…and white?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

And then, "Do you like chocolate?"

Ishida blinked, thought about it for a moment. "I…don't hate it," he finished lamely.

"Huh."

"Did you eat any?"

Chad scratched his head. "Two."

"Four."

"Four?"

"I mean, I ate four."

"Oh."

"I don't think I want anymore."

Chad smiled a little. "Most of that is yours."

Ishida frowned in return. "Yeah. I don't really understand that. They already know…"

"They think you're too skinny," Chad conjectured easily.

The other boy's eyes narrowed. "I'm not too skinny."

Chad moved to poke the other boy's ribcage, but Ishida stopped him with a warning glare. The brown-haired boy's finger floated in the air between them for a moment, before his arm dropped like a rock back to his side. "You're a little skinny," he amended.

They kept staring at the chocolate.

"I'm a little skinny, but eating all of that would still kill me."

"Not Hollows or Shinigami," Chad started speculatively, "but high school girls."

Ishida adjusted his glasses again. "And pink."

"And red."

"And white."

Chad shifted his weight and grunted a little.

"Hmm?" Ishida responded absently, not turning away from the gifts, watching as the sunlight bounced off of the pink foil and red hearts and white lace. Sinister, yes. But at the same time, it was all strangely mesmerizing.

Chad coughed. "So…next month…"

Ishida tore his eyes away from the shiny, lacey, ribbony mess and smiled awkwardly at the other boy. "Don't get me chocolate."

Chad nodded. "Okay. Me neither."

"Huh?"

"I mean, don't get me chocolate either."

"Okay."

They both turned back to the pile.

Stared at it until they felt their eyes were crossing.

Ten minutes later and Chad had come up with a solution. Eyeing Uryuu, he suggested, "Kuchiki-san?"

Ishida's glasses gleamed. "Good idea."

They piled the load into Chad's arms and went in search of Rukia.

END