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Ichigo and the TG Questionnaire (Chizuru Edition)

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Goddamn that Ichigo! It had already been two months since his (anti)climatic battle with Aizen and, much to Chizuru Honshō's chagrin, such time did little to diminish her precious Orihime's interest in the guy! Sure, he was awesome and could make stuff blow up with his hand, but, as far as Chizuru could understand, he was completely powerless now, because of something involving swords and evil Superman or whatever. There was no reason for Orihime to still be in love with Ichigo for being a super Shonen hero, yet she seemed more smitten with him than ever! It seemed as if poor, poor Chizuru was doomed to simply fade into the background of her own life...


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The lunch bell rang all throughout Karakura High, allowing all of its inhabitants to begin scurrying about. Some stayed in the classrooms, while some hung out in the halls. Really, it didn't matter where any of the students went at this point, whether they go up to the roof to eat their lunches or leave campus in order to exterminate evil undead skeleton monsters. That seemed to be what those weird Uryu and Sado guys went to do, Chizuru observed from the comfort of the rooftop, as only Orihime seemed to be the only one of the empowered teens staying for lunch. In fact, she seemed to be the only person hanging out with Ichigo at the moment. The sight of just the two together felt like insult to injury for the red-haired girl. This was one of the very few and far between circumstances of Orihime not being surrounded by a barrage of her other friends, with only one person coming between her and Chizuru's advances.

Yet that one person just had to be Ichigo Kurosaki. Damn.

And so, that left Miss Honshō eating lunch by herself right across from the blossoming couple. Just something in her gut told her that if she didn't act today, then IchiHime would be canon in no time. Still...Chizuru wasn't quite a monster. Even though her contempt for Kurosaki was burning brighter than ever today, she still couldn't bring herself to run over and ruin what was probably the best day of Orihime's life. Plus, she was pretty sure Ichigo had the strength of ten Tatsukis, so messing with him probably wouldn't be the best idea. All she could do was sigh while beginning to eat her sandwich with one hand while the other was placed over a stray sheet of paper.

Wait, where did that come from?

Chizuru looked down at the paper her hand had accidentally covered in mild curiosity. After picking the slip up and adjusting her glasses, she began to read the words transcribed at the top of it: "If You Were A Girl..." Needless to say, the girl was intrigued and began to run her eyes down the rest of the note, only to see a number of questions asking any male reader how they think they would be like as the fairer sex. Interesting enough. She looked back up at the top of the paper again, only to see a blank line in which to fill out the reader's name. Huh. Was that line always there? Eh, it hardly mattered. As a matter of fact, this entire paper hardly mattered, considering Chizuru was already a girl, making the entire questionnaire worthless to her. Maybe it's be interesting to see a boy like Ichigo fill out, but...

Actually, what sort of girl would Ichigo be? The thought intrigued Chizuru to a degree, causing her to peer back up to him and Orihime, only to allow her to find the horror among horrors: Ichigo smiling. N-No! He's not supposed to do that, especially around Orihime! At least not when he's alone with her! Argh, it made the girl so angry she could just...! Huh. Looks like her hand just involuntarily wrote "Ichigo Kurosaki" on the questionnaire's blank name slot. Weird.

After looking down at the name she had unconsciously written for a couple seconds, Chizuru suddenly grew an idea: Why not just take out all of her frustrations about Ichigo by writing what he'd be like as a hot girl? It didn't seem like such a necessarily smart idea, but she was angry and bored and had to relieve her stress in some type of sexually-charged manner. This seemed like a good enough opportunity! With that in mind, the girl took out a red pen from her schoolbag and read the first question.

Question 1: If you were a girl, would you have neat handwriting?

"Well, duh," said Chizuru to herself before writing down a simply "Yes" below the question. What sort of girl wouldn't have neat handwriting?

Little did the young woman notice the subtle changes her magical document were causing to Ichigo. As the orange-haired former Soul Reaper was eating from a bento prepared by one of his younger sisters, his hands began reshaping itself in several subtle ways. His palm shrank as his fingers became long and, dare it be said, dainty. Even if neither he, nor anyone around him could notice, Ichigo began to eat with just the slightest hint of elegance.

"Okay, next question..." Chizuru muttered to herself before looking down at the next space.

Question 2: If you were a girl, would you like pink?

"Yes," the girl said to herself while writing just that down. Why shouldn't he like pink? Pink is an awesome color!

Orihime was twirling her hair while sipping on a carton of orange juice and staring over at Ichigo. "Say, Ichigo," she started to say with a small smile. "I like what you've done with your nails!"

"Huh?" Ichigo looked down at his slender hands and noticed his elongated fingernails painted a bright pink. Ah, right. "Oh, thanks," he said with a small smile. "Yeah, I had Yuzu paint them for me."

"Well, she did an amazing job!" Orihime giggled before returning to her juice.

This conversation did not go over Chizuru's head. In fact, she seemed to be the only person around willing to question Ichigo's painted nails and...soft, supple hands? What?! Since when did he ever even like...pink...

No way...

The girl peered back down at the questionnaire and the question she just answered. This stupid sheet of paper couldn't have changed Ichigo's hand...could it? Up until a couple months ago, she wouldn't have believed in super-powered ghost men that only a select few can see. Perhaps a magical reality-warping questionnaire could warrant the benefit of a doubt. Now, what was the next question?

Question 3: If you were a girl, would your hair be straight or curly? 

"Beh, curly hair is overrated," she said to herself. "Though, it's about time that guy straightened out his hair. Straight!" After writing the little dot of her exclamation mark, Chizuru looked over to see if her hypothesis wasn't so crazy after all.

And yet, she still couldn't help but feel crazy whenever she looked over and saw Ichigo with long, straight hair reaching all the way down to his neck! Nobody else was even reacting to it! If there was one thing the red-haired girl could be 100% certain about in this world was that Ichigo Kurosaki had spiky hair. And now he does not. Now, it is straight. Just like how she wrote it.

Chizuru stared back over at the questionnaire in awe. This...this was...she couldn't even decide what adjectives it was. Scary? Exciting? Fun? Horrifying? Either way, she just looked for the next question.

Question 4: If you were a girl,what would be your favorite color?

Now that made her think. What was Orihime's favorite color? Damn, she legitimately didn't know! Oh well, all she had to do was think of a color she would want to see a girl with orange hair like Orihime wear. Yellow, maybe? Yeah, yellow sounded good, so that's exactly what she wrote.

Looking back over at the two orange-haired teens, Chizuru now found...not much had changed. She thought that maybe she saw Ichigo's fingernails become a bright yellow, but other than that, not much changed. Then again, they were all in mandatory school uniforms...

Another thought struck Chizuru. Was she just thinking of what would be cute with Orihime? Was she just trying to make Ichigo look like Orihime? That wasn't a bad idea or anything, she just thought that it was weird that she may have been subconsciously turning the object of her main crush's affections into someone resembling her main crush.

Then another thought struck Chizuru, one even harder than the last one. This magic slip of paper...this questionnaire was the solution to all of her problems! If she made Ichigo into a copy of Orihime, maybe even a relative, then she'd no longer have any competition for her affections! That'd be like killing two birds with one stone! Actually, it'd be like killing one bird with one stone, considering she didn't really have any other prior motivation to fill out the note before, but...

Ah, she was thinking too hard into this. Next question!

 Question 5: If you were a girl, what color would your hair be?

"Orange," she wrote simply. Whether copy or original, any girl Chizuru was going to make had to have orange hair, no exceptions. Of course, Ichigo's hair didn't change at all, due to already being, well, orange.

Well, that was anti-climactic. Next question!

Question 6: If you were a girl, what color would your eyes be?

"Hardly anything beats Orihime's beautiful brown pupils." The devious girl then looked back over at Kurosaki and saw...he always had brown eyes. Huh. You know, perhaps making them siblings wasn't too much of a stretch in hindsight.

Question 7: If you were a girl, would you be sporty?

Okay, now here's one that should actually make a difference! Now, even though Chizuru wasn't really into guys, she had to admit that Ichigo incredibly well-built. There was no wonder why any girl would fall in love with his body. He hardly even looks like he should be in high school with muscles like that! Also, she was pretty sure he ended up punching an evil god to death, so, yeah, he was generally pretty strong. Until now, that is.

"Nope," she wrote with a mischievous smile. "Not at all." 

Chizuru's grin was almost shark-like as she jerked her head over to see the fruits of labor. Needless to say, she was not disappointed upon seeing the former Soul Reaper possessing what seemed to be the daintiest body of any male in all of Karakura High. Long gone were his chiseled abs and well-toned muscles. In their place are weak, undeveloped sticks that actually suited his new hands rather well. Perfect.

The young woman mentally patted herself on the back while flashing a proud smile at no one in particular. Oh, she was ready for the next question!

Question 8: If you were a girl, would you shave?

The girl held her tongue out in disgust at the very thought of an unshaven girl. So, of course, she had to put "Yes."

Her eyes peered back over at Ichigo, who now sat with legs and arms shaved clean, leaving nothing but clean, smooth skin. The sun was even reflecting off of it! This was going along perfectly! Now, what was next?

Question 9: If you were a girl, would you be into guys?

Oh dear. This was a toughy for Chizuru. On one hand, she hated betraying her proud lesbian beliefs by saying "yes." On the other...she needed to make sure Ichigo could never fall for Orihime. Something deep in her gut told her that whether Ichigo was a boy or girl, heterogamatic or homogeneous, Orihime would still be in love with him. Still, with his powers lost and whatever, the orange-haired hindrance was starting to get soft. Softness leads to vulnerability. Vulnerability leaves people susceptible to romance. So, boy or girl, Ichigo would most likely end up getting with Chizuru's precious Hime if she allowed him to remain interested in girls. Oh, this is going to hurt...

"Yes"
 
The girl suddenly felt her hand cramp up, as if in physical retribution to her actions. Ah, she was going to need a nice, clean scrubbing after all of this. Still, she managed to glance over to her target, only to...nothing new. Huh. Well, in all honesty, Chizuru was pretty sure Ichigo was asexual in the first place, so she wasn't expecting too much, but still! After betraying her own kind, she wanted results, dammit! Just the thought of giving that gigantic sacrifice for such little results made her burn up inside! With that searing attitude in mind, she looked back at the next question. This one BETTER give some significant results.

Now, what is the next question, anyway? Ah, yes:

Question 10: If you were a girl, wh-

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Wait, what was that?! Was that the bell?! Oh, crap, he's on the move! Chizuru took out a notebook from her backpack to use as a portable flat surface for the questionnaire. No way was she just going to get him to walk away like that! Now, what was the-OOF! What was the-GAH! What w-OW! Turns out it was unwise to try staring down at a notebook as everyone is scrambling to their next class. Still, Chizuru had to do this! As soon as the hallways seemed to clear up enough, she peered back down to the paper in an effort to finally read the next question. Okay, now she could read it.

Question 10: If you were a girl, what would your age be?

Okay, simple question, simple question. The girl bit on her pencil as she tried her best to consider her options while still continuously walking. She never considered age being a factor in Orihime's love. Could there perhaps be an ideal age to make Ichigo so that it would be impossible for any girl in high school to have a crush on him. Obviously, making him older would simply increase his attractiveness. If she made him younger, however...

"Let's go with eleven-years-old," Chizuru said to herself while making a non-too-neat "11" in the blank space. Just as she did so, the girl managed to sit down at her desk, about three down to the left of her target.

What followed afterwards was rather interesting. Ichigo's entire body started to regress in age. What little muscles he had remaining were quickly drained away, along with a good portion of his height. He could barely even fit into his desk by the time the changes were done. Even Chizuru had to note the adorableness of the boy's signature scowl giving way to innocent confusion. Indeed, within a matter of seconds, the Ichigo that once looked too mature to be in high school had become a weak, small kid that almost looked too young to be eleven-years-old.

Suddenly, PLOP! The small boy vanished from Chizuru's eyes. There was not puff of smoke or dimensional ripple. Just a plop, and then Ichigo Kurosaki was gone. Yet, when that small plop occurred, things ended up changing in an even larger way than the girl could even imagine.

Karakura Elementary School

"Hey, give it back!" Yuzu Kurosaki cried out as she tried retrieving her homemade bento box from a boy a whole grade and head higher than herself. "C'mon, give it back, please!" The eleven-year-old girl could only attempt to jump for her food, all while her eyes were on the verge of bawling.

"Hey, asshole!" the voice of a prepubescent boy rung out. Both the boy and Yuzu immediately turned their heads in surprise, only to see young Ichigo Kurosaki rolling up the sleeves of his unifrom in anger. The older boy's eyes suddenly dilate as he realized his great mistake: he was messing with the twin sister of the most protective twin brother ever. Even as the bully carefully set the bento box down and put his arms up in surrender, that hardly stopped Ichigo from slowly approaching the guy with a twitch in his eye.

Karakura High School

Chizuru stared at the questionnaire in front of her with a perplexed look. Who was she doing this thing for again, she kept asking herself. She remembered that she was doing this to keep someone from getting Orihime, but...who, exactly? She could remember a fuzzy image of some guy with spiky orange hair, but that was it. Still...she had to be doing this for some sort of important reason. That much she knew and it was for that one reason that she continued with the next question.

Question 11: If you were a girl, how assertive would you be?

Good question. Maybe...not so much? The redhead honestly wasn't too sure what she was trying to do for who by now. Eh, screw it. "None."

And with that, reality rippled once again.

Karakura Elementary School

"Hey, give it back!" Ichigo Kurosaki cried out he tried retrieving the bento box Yuzu had made for him from a boy a whole grade and several inches higher than herself. "Please, I don't want my sisters to see me like this!" The eleven-year-old boy could only attempt to jump for his food, all while his eyes were already bawling out tears.

"Hey, asshole!" the voice of a prepubescent girl rung out. Both boys turned their heads in surprise, only to see the young Karin Kurosaki rolling up the sleeves of her unifrom in anger. The older boy's eyes suddenly dilated as he realized his great mistake: he was messing with the twin bother of the most protective twin sister ever. Even as the bully carefully set the bento box down and put his arms up in surrender, that hardly stopped Karin from slowly approaching the guy with a twitch in his eye. Many punches were thrown, but not a single one even scraped a Kurosaki.

"EEP!" Ichigo squealed as the bully fell to the ground before him. His bento fell right next to the fallen troublemaker, though he was still reluctant to pick it up in fear of the boy's possible retaliation. Karin can only grit her teeth before picking the box up herself.

"Seriously, Ichigo, you have to learn to stand up for yourself!" Karin complained to her brother while handing him his food. "You're supposed to be the 'one who protects,' yet you're an even bigger crybaby than Yuzu!"

"H-Hey!" both of her siblings yelled out with distraught looks, both looking to be on the verge of tears.

"No offense, but you both really need to learn to grow a pair," Karin said bluntly.

"W-Wait, but what about me?" Yuzu asked with a confused look. "Wh-What sort of pair am I supposed to have? Or you, for that matter!"

"I dunno," the girl shrugged back. "Boobs, maybe?"

"B-But you're just as flat-chested as Yu-" Ichigo was not even allowed to finish that sentence before being hit over the head by both of his sisters.

Karakura High School

I..chi...ro...? No, no, that was a girl's name! Or...maybe the person she was changing was always a girl. But then why would she be doing a "If you were a girl" questionnaire? Ugh, just the thought made Chizuru's head hurt. Everything just seemed so fuzzy now. Still...she felt compelled to finish this thing, for whatever stupid reason! Though, admittedly, she was pretty her reason to begin was rather stupid as well.

Either way, it was on to the next question:

Question 12: If you were a girl, what sort of underwear would you wear?

Well, considering she apparently made...whoever...an eleven-year-old, she supposed there would be no reason for the new girl to where any sort of bra or thong or anything. So, she simply wrote down "Panties" and went on to the next question.

Little did Chizuru know that her answer changed more than just Ichigo's undergarments. They also changed the contents of his new undergarments. Or rather, her undergarments. Point is, with that answer, the universe rippled once again in order to form a new reality where Ichigo Kurosaki was born eleven years ago with one more X chromosome than before. Good thing her name was unisex.

Karakura Elementary School

"No offense, but you both really need to learn to grow a pair," Karin said bluntly.

"B-But we're all girls..." Yuzu says with a confused look. "What sort of pair are we supposed to have?"

"I dunno," the girl shrugged back. "Boobs, maybe?"

"But we're all twelve," Ichigo said with an equally confused look while sitting down and opening her bento box. "We don't exactly have much of pairs to grow yet."

"It's a figure of speech!" Karin snapped before finally just sighing and sitting next to her two sisters. "Ah, just forget it..."

The three triplets simply ate together in silence for awhile as they ate their respective lunches. Not a single other child dared cross their paths in the meantime, up until the bell rang to return to class. As the three silently acknowledged their time to leave, Ichigo have a slight tug on Karin's bag. Her sister turned around to see her giving a thankful nod and smile. Karin simply returned the nod and smile and they both continued on to their class.

Karakura High School

Question 13: If you were a girl, what would your hair be like?

By now, Chizuru was practically in a trance. All she could do was fill out the rest of the paper with the absentmindedness usually reserved for doodles. For whatever inconceivable reason, she knew she had to finish this...at least, that's what the strangely compelling voice in the back of her head kept telling her.

The red-haired girl adjusted her glasses. Chizuru would never forget the first time she met Orihime, back when they were both just little ones on the cusp of adolescence. Back then, she recalled, Orihime had the most precious short hair. It was the most adorable thing Chizuru had ever seen up until that point and it was unarguably the start of her massive Hime-crush. Orihime had obviously since let her silky orange hair grow out over the past few years in hinor of her brother, but Chizuru would never forget that short hair...it was the perfect cute haircut for the most perfectly cute girl ever.

"Short, barely shoulder-length hair," was all she had to write. Obviously, Ichigo's hair changed almost immediately, but it's not like any would even notice or care, really.

"Okay, one last question..." Chizuru muttered to herself as she bit onto the back of her pencil.

Question 13: If you were a girl, what would your name be?

Name? Name...names are important. They can have a specific meaning behind them and they tell you what family you're a part of. Come to think of it, since she was apparently modeling this girl after Orihime's younger self, maybe she should just make this imaginary girl Orihime's little sister! The thought actually made Chizuru giggle. Her dear Hime would look so cute next to a younger version of herself. Besides, it must get lonely living alone like her. Maybe Orihime could actually use a sibling in her life. She'd certainly enjoy one.

"What the heck," Chizuru shrugged before sealing Ichigo Kurosaki's fate with abut a couple choice words: Natsuko Inoue.

And with that, reality warped once again, though nobody had any reason to care. After all, everything was the same as it ever was.

Karakura Elementary School

"Hey, give it back!" Yuzu Kurosaki cried out as she tried retrieving her homemade bento box from a boy a whole grade and head higher than herself. "C'mon, give it back, please!" The eleven-year-old girl could only attempt to jump for her food, all while her eyes were on the verge of bawling.

"Hachirou, what are you doing?" a sweet, tender voice asked. The bully suddenly turned stiff as he looked down to see the adorable orange-haired girl known only as Natsuko Inoue. Her giant brown eyes shimmered and the boy could swear he saw the single pigtail on the girl's barely shoulder-length hair twitch in its little aqua bow. Hachirou always considered himself a bit of a tough cookie, but...he wasn't heartless enough to ignore the innocent glimmer in Natsuko's eyes as she leaned over with her hands behind her back. He carefully set the lunch back over to Yuzu.




"S-Sorry about that, Natsuko..." the boy shyly said over to the girl while trying to avoid eye contact with the purest angel in all of Japan, if not the world.

"Hey, what about me?!" Yuzu asked with an indignant look.

"What about you?" the bully asked with just as much indigence.

"Hachirou..." Natsuko said with tears twinkling in her eyes.

The boy felt a twinge in his stomach and sighed. "S-Sorry, Yuzu..." he conceded.

"Apology not accepted!" Yuzu huffed before turning around and leaving. Natsuko, however, stayed behind.

"Thank you for apologizing, Hachirou," she said with that naturally radiant smile of hers. "I know it took a lot out of you. Here!" She reached into her own lunchbox and gave him a small rice cake. "You deserve it."

"I...I...I..." Despite having played baseball for most of his life, Hachirou had never been that red before or since. Still, despite being unable to utter a coherent sentence, he accepted the snack before the girl went skipping off to her friends. The boys around him were quite shocked as well, but still expressed their amusement by elbowing and congratulating their friend. Hachirou could only stare at the rice cake in his hand.

Natsuko skipped on over to the Kurosaki twins, who were currently sitting over at a picnic table, and sat down right next to Karin. "Well, I think that worked out perfectly!"

"I say you were too good to him," Karin grumbled while munching on some chicken from her bento. "You should have just let me go in and show him why nobody messes with my sister!"

"Now, now, Karin, you know that violence only begets violence," her friend scolded before giving a small giggle. "Besides, it's not like Hachirou's pure evil or anything. He's just comprised of a myriad of his own personal experiences and inner thoughts that led to his current behavior. I'm sure if you went through everything he's had to, you'd do the same. All we can do right now, though, is be nice to him enough that his character will improve later on."

Yuzu could only stare at Natsuko with a shocked look. "I just wanted my lunch back," she said. "I wasn't expecting you to give him a psychological examination."

"I wasn't examining him, silly!" Natsuko giggled before munching on her own apple she had brought. "That's just how I view everyone and everything! Every tiny flower has its own experience, so there's no use beating it up for what it's become! All you can do is try your best to make it better." She looked over at the rest of the kids playing with a wide smile and a small twinkle in her eye. "That's what my big bro used to always say."

"Sounds like a big sap," Karin chuckled with a friendly infliction. "But a wise one."

"Yeah...yeah, he was..." she said with a wistful look. She then began shaking her head. "But enough of that! Time to dig into the lunch big sis gave me!" She then sat a small soup container on the table. "Like this watermelon and string bean stew!" The Kurosaki twins looked at each other with a look of mutual disgust.

Karakura High School

"There!" Chizuru slammed her pencil down at her completion of...something. Her headache had become so bad, she could hardly even remember what sort of worksheet she was working on. Looking down, all she saw was her Algebra homework. It wouldn't be the first time she's gotten a headache trying to figure this stuff out. Still, she couldn't help but think that she was working on something much more important...maybe something Orihime-related? That's where her mind usually tended to float away to. Her eyes wandered over to her orange-haired crush, who was still just minding her own business next to an empty desk. For a brief second, Chizuru wondered why said desk was empty. Then, she was quickly reminded.

"URYU ISHIDA!" Miss Ochi yelled out as she saw said boy enter the classroom. "You are aware that your lunch period isn't two hours long, right?"

"Yes, I know..." Uryu responded with a despondent sigh before slouching over to his desk. After he did so, Orihime immediately leaned over to him.

"Are you okay?" she whispered over to him with a worried look.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," the boy assured with a slightly flustered look. "There was just...a large collection of Hollows. Something must be up. But I wouldn't worry about it."

"You sure?" Orihime asked with a concerned look. "I mean, you've really been burning yourself out after that whole mess with Aizen. I really think you sho-" The girl immediately ceased her whispers after a certain teacher gave an annoyed cough. Both students immediately turned their attention back to the worksheets currently on their desks, each sporting faces marginally more red than than they were moments ago.

Chizuru could only watch the two with an envious glare. Goddamn that Uryu. Even after all of that weird ghost business had blown over, Orihime's interest in the guy still hadn't diminished. Hell, she's probably more smitten with him than ever. And as if that wasn't enough, it looked like the Quincy was actually showing interest back! It all just made Chizuru want to just...just...

Oh, who was she kidding? As much as she hated to admit it, it was nice for Chizuru to see Orihime happy, even it was at the expense of her own feelings. If her crush was hapy with a glasses-wearing poindexter, so be it. Maybe...just maybe...it was time for her to move on to some other goal in life.

Chizuru's eyes landed on the desk right behind Orihime. Huh. Now that she thought about it, she had never really seen Tatsuki be attracted to anyone. Perhaps she was worth a shot this time around.

Several Hours Later

Before long, school was out for both schools, leaving the two Inoue sisters to meet up at their regular spot. After bidding farewell to Tatsuki at her residence, Orihime began walking over to her usual bus stop. After waiting a couple minutes, the Karakura Elementary bus came just as expected.

"Okay, see ya later!" Natsuko happily waved over at her friends while departing the bus with her small satchel in hand. After her mode of transportation left for its next stop, she turned over and gave her older sister a large smirk. After several moments of absolute silence, she tried emphasizing her silent point with a raise of the eyebrow.

"What?!" Orihime suddenly shouted at her sister. "What are you trying to ask about?!"

"You bailed out again, didn't you?" Natsuko says with a disappointed look while shaking her head. "Tsk, tsk."

"H-Hey!" the elder sister yelled out with a deep blush. "He was...busy at lunch! Yeah! And we couldn't talk after that, because Miss Ochi was all annoyed, because Uryu was late and all, because..." The girl can't help but flail her arms around in an exaggerated manner as she tried explaining her excuse. However, after seeing just how little this was fazing her little sister, she simply gave up and began pacing back home.

"You know, it sounds like you're just not wanting to take the initiative. If you don't think you can ask Uryu out, may I suggest your little friend Chizuru?"

Orihime stopped walking for a bit as she started pondering. "I...I don't think so. I don't think she likes Uryu all that much. I doubt she'd want to ask him out for me."

"No, no!" Natsuko corrected with a small giggle. "I mean why don't you ask Chizuru out? She seems to really like you!"

The older girl suddenly froze in place as her face went from code red to an alarming blue. "N-N-Natsuko, you know I only like her as a friend!" She quickly turned around and began pacing back home again. "B-Besides...as much as I have trouble getting through to him...I don't think I want to give up on Uryu. Not yet, at least."

"Well, Christmas is right around the corner," the little girl noted as she skipped over to catch up with her sister. "If my anime's taught me anything, it's that if you're not at least holding hands by then, you better start looking for a new romantic interest."

"Life isn't always always like an ani-" Orihime suddenly stopped herself after remembering the past year of her life. "N-Never mind. Maybe you're right. I got two months, right? That's plenty of time to get him interested, right?"

"Sure!" Natsuko giggled as the two approached their shared apartment. The two used to live there with their older brother Sora, up until his tragic death three years ago. Since then, Orihime was left fending for both herself and her younger sister. This only led to the girls becoming closer than ever, forming a sisterly bond that couldn't even be broken by Orihime's constant "vacations." Truth be told, as close as the two sisters were, Natsuko was still reluctant to admit her ability to see the very same ghosts she's seen her sister fight along with her friends. At least it was a shared ability she could bond with the Kurosaki twins over.

"So, what do you say to spinach and chicken ice cream tonight?" Orihime asked as she began opening the door to their home.

"You can actually make that again?!" Natsuko asked with a joyful smile as she watched her sister give a confirming nod. "A-Awesome~! Thank you so much, sis!"

"Hey, no problem, sis." And so started another ordinary evening in the life of the Inoue sisters. If one could really call them ordinary, that is.
Okay, so...this took longer than I originally thought. What started as a passion project became a procrastination project, but, after months and months of waiting...here! Take it!

Of course, since I'm a bit of a masochist, I have reason to believe this may not be the last of my questionnaire stories, maybe not even the last Ichigo one. Who am I kidding, he's so fun to transform! You should try it yourself! :D

So, of course, many merits should go over to :iconkaiza-tg:, who not only provided the wonderful picture of Ichigo's final result, but also proofread, encouraged, and constantly shouted on deaf ears throughout its creation. If you have any thoughts as to the basic idea of a character-driven TG questionnaire or of the story itself, please leave a comment! I promise I'll eventually promise to try to maybe be more efficient at some point in time.
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Purrfect and adorable