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אבל זה מעאפן כי זה כזה הפוך. =D "Pretty and Witty and Gay" Author: June/Neon/YOUR MOM. Fandom: Bleach Genre: Attempted crack. I don't think it came out too well, but… meh. My thoughts on Soul Society's gay problem. XD Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness? ^^; Pairings: Just read and find out, ne. Hanatarou wondered if there was something in the water. That's the only way he could explain it. Kuchiki-taichou and Abarai-fukutaichou were exploring each other's throats. With their tongues. A pink-cheeked, most likely drunk Kyoraku-taichou was clinging to an embarrassed Ukitake-taichou, as he announced to the world how much he loved his "sweet little Jyuu-chan". Hisagi-fukutaichou and 5th-seat Ayasekawa were sharing a bento, and if he squinted Hanatarou could swear he could see it contained rice in the shape of a heart. Soi Fong-taichou was removing houmonka marks from… ahem… very certain areas of Yoruichi-san's body. Hanatarou wished he hasn't taken a break from sweeping. His eyes passed by Matsumto-fukutaichou, who was standing all by herself in the center of all the same-gender love, looking utterly horrified and perhaps a bit sad. She'd probably chosen too visit the 3rd division headquarters at a bad time, say, like the time when Kira was whimpering and gasping and naked and with Gin. That was not a pretty sight, Hanatarou knew from experience. Then he realized Matsumoto was walking up to him. "Hanatarou." "H-hai, Matsumoto-fukutaichou!" "You're straight, right?" He blinked. "Uh… I-I think so." "Wanna make out?" He blinked again. Once he got over the shock of hearing those words, he said: "Hai!" and so they left, hand-in-hand, the little 4th division runt and the woman with the biggest chest in Soul Society history. After all, these kind of opportunities didn't come by too often. =owari=. {A\N: Unless you're Byakuya, but that doesn't count 'cause you're gay.}
