The Woes of Kon

He couldn’t believe it. He’d been forgotten. Again. Shut in a steel suitcase, and abandoned by everyone, he had long since given up on shouting to be released. He hoped only that sooner or later Ichigo would arrive home, and he would either keep him awake or be let out. That had been his main thought for several hours now, but Ichigo had not arrived. It was totally typical, he thought, for the starring character to be conveniently tucked out of sight. That’s why they were always going to Soul Society, or Hueco Mundo, or some other Kon-forsaken location… to avoid putting him on the big screen. Well, damn them all. They wouldn’t be getting him to announce any more of those blasted popularity polls for them, they’d have to manipulate some other poor character into doing it for them. Especially after the indignity of a Zanpakutou poll. And now they were forcing this job on him, sitting in a damn suitcase, what kind of cold hearted author thought that one up?

I can get one of the other mod souls to do it instead… said the narrator.

Kon sat up sharply, banging his head on the low ceiling of the case. Damn it, he thought, rubbing his stuffing. They had him cornered. No way was birdy, gumby or flopsy getting more air time than he was…

Aright, aright! I’ll put up with this indignity! He screamed to the narrator. Just make sure you don’t shovel me away and forget all about me again!

Me? Said the Narrator. Forget? I didn’t shovel you away by mistake. That was completely on purpose, since I thought that “The Woes of Kon” would make quite an amusing last chapter.

Oh. Said Kon. So, ya did it on purpose did ya? He snarled. I’m only going to keep to what you say if you give me something in return.

How about an introduction to Nel?

Oh. Alright.