note: Another tumblr request, just for Indira.

a passion for fashion

"You don't understand, pink and red clash! You can't just—"

"Excuse me? Um, have you seen what you're wearing lately? Do you think all that white makes you look cool or something—"

"I'll have you know that this white represents the p—"

Ichigo looked at the blond kid with the weird whiskers on his face. "How long have they been at this?"

The blond shrugged, "A bit."

Some time passed in silence while in the distance the girl with the pink hair and Ishida continued to battle it out.

"Uh…did she just…?"

The ground disappeared from underneath Ishida's feet.

"Yep, that's my Sakura-chan!"

Ishida emerged from the dust and rubble with his bow drawn.

This could take a while.

"You know, I thought if Ishida was going to rag on anyone about their fashion sense it would've been you."

The kid looked down at his bright orange jumpsuit, "Hey, this is high class fashion ok? All the ladies dig the orange."

Ichigo scoffed, "Yeah, ok."

"You're one to talk! You prance around in that black dress—"

"This is a shihakusho ok? And it looks way better than that neon orange thing that you've got—"

"Orange is a beautiful color; your hair is orange—"

"You look like Halloween—"

Sakura came back to a three-tailed Naruto fighting some weird guy with horns and an orange mullet.

"Is that your friend?"

Ishida shrugged, testing out his newly healed arm, courtesy of Sakura. "I wouldn't call him my friend, but yes, that is Kurosaki. Is the red glowing one with you?"

Sakura brushed what remained of the last building she'd collapsed from her shoulders, and made a small noise of disgust. "Unfortunately. Ugh, some people can be so immature."

Ishida gave a sage nod of agreement.


next time: Ichigo's Kamen Rider suit vs Sasuke's assribbon!