Kon

This is a past fanfiction I had commissioned with a talented writer called Kari.

It was a scorching hot summer day in Karakura town, and Kon was lounging on Ichigo's bed, bored out of his mind. He had exhausted all of his usual hobbies like playing video games and watching television, and was now pestering Ichigo with his antics.

"Ichigo, I'm so boooooored," whined Kon, flopping down dramatically onto the bed. He looked as though he was out of energy – Kon could be really dramatic if he wanted to. "Can't you find something to do on your own?" asked Ichigo, fanning himself with a roll of old newspaper and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. It was too hot for him and he was in no mood to pay attention to Kon’s dramatic antics.

"I tried, but nothing's working," grumbled Kon, rolling over to face Ichigo. "Hey, why don't you take me out for some ice cream? That should cheer me up."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for that, Kon. Besides, you're just a stuffed animal. You can't eat ice cream."

“That’s rude. I am not just a stuffed animal, you know. I am a real, living soul in here!” Kon huffed, channeling his hurt and annoyance. But before he could argue further, Ichigo's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. The orange-haired picked up the phone without giving much thought from who it was. "Hello?"

"Ah, Ichigo! It's me, Urahara," came the cheerful voice from the other end of the line.

"What do you want?" asked Ichigo, suspicious of the eccentric shopkeeper's intentions. After all, Urahara rarely dropped him a call, and even if he did - it most likely wouldn’t mean something good.

"Don’t be so tense,” said Urahara, sensing Ichigo’s suspicion. “I was just wondering… is Kon at your place?”

“Yeah,” said Ichigo, eyeing the stuffed animal who was now rolling around at his bed. “Do you need something with him?”

“That’s great. Could you drop off Kon at my place? I just need his uhh… assistance with a little experiment," Urahara replied. The small pause before the word ‘experiment’ baffled Ichigo a bit.

"Kon? What kind of experiment?" Ichigo asked, confused.

"It's top secret, I'm afraid. But I assure you, it won't take long. I'll even treat you to some shaved ice afterward," Urahara said, his voice dripping with sweetness.

Ichigo’s eyes once again glanced toward Kon, who was now slumping at the edge of his bed, complaining about what a hot day that was. He sure didn’t mind to be rid of Kon’s non-stop pestering antics for a bit – and the extra shaved ice afterwards as a reward. "Fine, I'll drop him off,” said Ichigo. “But don't do anything weird to him, Urahara-san."

Urahara chuckled. "I promise, I'll take good care of him.” Ichigo didn’t know why, but the way the eccentric shopkeeper was laughing really didn’t convince him. “See you soon, Ichigo!"

Ichigo hung up the phone and turned to Kon. "Looks like you're going to be busy after all. Urahara-san wants you for some experiment."

"Experiment? What kind of experiment?" asked Kon, now sitting straight on Ichigo’s bed, his curiosity piqued.

"I don't know, but Urahara promised to treat me to shaved ice afterward," Ichigo said, shrugging.

"Shaved ice?” Kon was practically glowing with enthusiasm. “Did he really say shaved ice?” Ichigo nodded at his question, and Kon whooped, climbing to Ichigo’s shoulder on lighting-speed. “Count me in! Let's go!"

And with that, Ichigo grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the door with Kon, wondering what kind of strange experiment Urahara had in store for his little friend....