Too Small for a Brush
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
One bottle stood out to the young Shinigami more so than the others, black, the dark color seemed to suit Unohana perfectly. Not cause of darkness or anything, the reason was actually pretty weak…her hair; it matched her hair, and her Shinigami robe for that matter. All the other colors…well they didn’t really seem right. “How about the black one Unohana? I think it’d be pretty nice.”
Unohana smiled, “I agree, it seems we have a similar mindset about this sort of thing Kurosaki.” Calmly she set aside all the other colors and placed the black one nearby her feet. With a soft, careful motion; Unohana lowered her soles onto the ground, planting her toes before Ichigo. None of them had so much as a shred of paint, Ichigo was about to fix that.
But first came a more important matter, “Uh…Unohana…? I don’t think I have the um…strength to open that bottle.”
A chuckle escaped the giantess as her hands re-lifted the vial, smiling playfully. “Such a man, leaving a woman to do everything…” With a small motion she twisted the cap, opening the bottle, and set it down back near Ichigo. “Ready now? For that little bit of help I expect a top quality job now. Understand?”
Ichigo grinned and gave a mocking salute, “Yes mam!” The bottle only rose slightly above Unohana’s toes; which, considering Ichigo climbed her sole not too long ago, was no problem at all. It didn’t even take a minute before Ichigo was beside the cap, arms at the rim. The cap, not including the brush it had, was about two or three times Ichigo’s height; but he shouldn’t have any problems carrying it, it was just a brush right? Wrong, the damned thing had to have weighed at least fifty pounds! Not that Ichigo had any trouble lifting it up, but given its size plus the weight, maneuvering it would prove challenging.
He wouldn’t have said anything but the black hairs of the brush were dripping with black paint…if Ichigo messed up things could be bad. “Um…Unohana? I think we have another problem.”
Unohana, who had peacefully closed her eyes, opened them and frowned. “Hmm?”
“This brush is…a little bit big for me…I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to do this…”
Unohana shrugged it off with a smile, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’ll do just fine…I believe in you Kurosaki.”
The encouraging words brought a blush to Ichigo’s face, quickly followed with a smile. “O-Of course! I’ll give it my all!”
Using the same method he used to climb earlier, floating, Ichigo started working his way towards Unohana’s awaiting toes; the huge brush on his back. Ichigo had to take extra caution too, Unohana had already proven herself a bit…moody, and any sudden movements could result in spilled nail polish. So…Ichigo, who was already bad at controlling Reiatsu, was floating via it, trying to be extra careful, carrying a fifty pound giant brush, and was nervous about upsetting Unohana and/or doing a good job; it was a disaster waiting to happen. But so far so good, Ichigo made it to Unohana’s big toe without disaster, floating just inches away from it. Now came the hard part, painting. Hell, at his size handling the brush was a challenge in itself, but Ichigo somehow worked his hands onto the thin pole attached to the brush and aimed it at the nail before him. He started with a cautious stroke of paint…it spread nicely and the world didn’t end, maybe Ichigo could do this. His confidence rose up a bit and Ichigo began applying paint faster and faster…but he started to lose caution, and that messed him up.
Ichigo’s arms were growing tired from the fifty pounds of giant brush, but he stubbornly continued; the mistake of that being, the growing pain was slowly nagging at his focus. Soon enough to the point Ichigo was on the verge of yelling. It was right about then Ichigo’s concentration on his floating grew a bit weak, and his foot caved in a bit. Now that would have been just fine on its own, but when his foot stumbled Ichigo dropped a bit of paint, and his concentration just got shot to pieces when he saw it land on the top of Unohana’s foot. Without concentration…Ichigo wasn’t floating, he was falling…fast. The surprise of the sudden turn of events caused Ichigo to let go of Unohana’s brush, which was falling towards the tip of her toes. Ichigo mentally screamed as he made contact with the ground, Unohana would kill him!!!
“Hmm?” The giantess felt something between her toes and looked to see what; between her toes was the brush, and the tips of those toes…jet black. Unohana saw Ichigo on the ground and pieced it together, “Hmm…maybe you were right about the brush being an issue…” She chuckled, lifting the brush from between her toes. Ichigo rose up and gave an apologetic bow, which Unohana simple giggled at. “Relax Kurosaki; I can just wipe this off.” And as she said, a simple swipe of her thumb removed all traces of paint from Unohana’s toes.
Ichigo was still on his knees, “Um…are you mad I can’t do this?”
Unohana blinked in surprise, “Mad? Why would I be mad? It’s not a matter of effort or ability, you’re just too small to paint my toe nails.” It was like an arrow struck right through Ichigo, his pride taking another hammer blow. Unohana examined what was done on her nail thus far though, “But…you did do quite well for that short amount of time. It seems your size is good for spreading it out, but you need a means to do so.”
“Any ideas? I can’t stand to leave something unfinished.”
Unohana looked at him, “Just two, one will be strenuous, the other will be humiliating.”
Ichigo slumped, Great Choices!! “Um…what are they exactly.”
“Simply put, one is to apply it by hand, or even feet if you want. Just dip your hands in the paint and proceed from there. The other….” Unohana seemed hesistant to speak, “The other…well with your hair style…you would make for a suitable brush…and since you can move you can apply the areas I miss as we go along. It would be much faster, but as I said…a bit humiliating. Not that I would think less of you.”
Ichigo groaned, Great choices, bad and worse! But he did owe Unohana, “Okay, I’ll just deal with…
Unohana smiled, “I agree, it seems we have a similar mindset about this sort of thing Kurosaki.” Calmly she set aside all the other colors and placed the black one nearby her feet. With a soft, careful motion; Unohana lowered her soles onto the ground, planting her toes before Ichigo. None of them had so much as a shred of paint, Ichigo was about to fix that.
But first came a more important matter, “Uh…Unohana…? I don’t think I have the um…strength to open that bottle.”
A chuckle escaped the giantess as her hands re-lifted the vial, smiling playfully. “Such a man, leaving a woman to do everything…” With a small motion she twisted the cap, opening the bottle, and set it down back near Ichigo. “Ready now? For that little bit of help I expect a top quality job now. Understand?”
Ichigo grinned and gave a mocking salute, “Yes mam!” The bottle only rose slightly above Unohana’s toes; which, considering Ichigo climbed her sole not too long ago, was no problem at all. It didn’t even take a minute before Ichigo was beside the cap, arms at the rim. The cap, not including the brush it had, was about two or three times Ichigo’s height; but he shouldn’t have any problems carrying it, it was just a brush right? Wrong, the damned thing had to have weighed at least fifty pounds! Not that Ichigo had any trouble lifting it up, but given its size plus the weight, maneuvering it would prove challenging.
He wouldn’t have said anything but the black hairs of the brush were dripping with black paint…if Ichigo messed up things could be bad. “Um…Unohana? I think we have another problem.”
Unohana, who had peacefully closed her eyes, opened them and frowned. “Hmm?”
“This brush is…a little bit big for me…I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to do this…”
Unohana shrugged it off with a smile, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’ll do just fine…I believe in you Kurosaki.”
The encouraging words brought a blush to Ichigo’s face, quickly followed with a smile. “O-Of course! I’ll give it my all!”
Using the same method he used to climb earlier, floating, Ichigo started working his way towards Unohana’s awaiting toes; the huge brush on his back. Ichigo had to take extra caution too, Unohana had already proven herself a bit…moody, and any sudden movements could result in spilled nail polish. So…Ichigo, who was already bad at controlling Reiatsu, was floating via it, trying to be extra careful, carrying a fifty pound giant brush, and was nervous about upsetting Unohana and/or doing a good job; it was a disaster waiting to happen. But so far so good, Ichigo made it to Unohana’s big toe without disaster, floating just inches away from it. Now came the hard part, painting. Hell, at his size handling the brush was a challenge in itself, but Ichigo somehow worked his hands onto the thin pole attached to the brush and aimed it at the nail before him. He started with a cautious stroke of paint…it spread nicely and the world didn’t end, maybe Ichigo could do this. His confidence rose up a bit and Ichigo began applying paint faster and faster…but he started to lose caution, and that messed him up.
Ichigo’s arms were growing tired from the fifty pounds of giant brush, but he stubbornly continued; the mistake of that being, the growing pain was slowly nagging at his focus. Soon enough to the point Ichigo was on the verge of yelling. It was right about then Ichigo’s concentration on his floating grew a bit weak, and his foot caved in a bit. Now that would have been just fine on its own, but when his foot stumbled Ichigo dropped a bit of paint, and his concentration just got shot to pieces when he saw it land on the top of Unohana’s foot. Without concentration…Ichigo wasn’t floating, he was falling…fast. The surprise of the sudden turn of events caused Ichigo to let go of Unohana’s brush, which was falling towards the tip of her toes. Ichigo mentally screamed as he made contact with the ground, Unohana would kill him!!!
“Hmm?” The giantess felt something between her toes and looked to see what; between her toes was the brush, and the tips of those toes…jet black. Unohana saw Ichigo on the ground and pieced it together, “Hmm…maybe you were right about the brush being an issue…” She chuckled, lifting the brush from between her toes. Ichigo rose up and gave an apologetic bow, which Unohana simple giggled at. “Relax Kurosaki; I can just wipe this off.” And as she said, a simple swipe of her thumb removed all traces of paint from Unohana’s toes.
Ichigo was still on his knees, “Um…are you mad I can’t do this?”
Unohana blinked in surprise, “Mad? Why would I be mad? It’s not a matter of effort or ability, you’re just too small to paint my toe nails.” It was like an arrow struck right through Ichigo, his pride taking another hammer blow. Unohana examined what was done on her nail thus far though, “But…you did do quite well for that short amount of time. It seems your size is good for spreading it out, but you need a means to do so.”
“Any ideas? I can’t stand to leave something unfinished.”
Unohana looked at him, “Just two, one will be strenuous, the other will be humiliating.”
Ichigo slumped, Great Choices!! “Um…what are they exactly.”
“Simply put, one is to apply it by hand, or even feet if you want. Just dip your hands in the paint and proceed from there. The other….” Unohana seemed hesistant to speak, “The other…well with your hair style…you would make for a suitable brush…and since you can move you can apply the areas I miss as we go along. It would be much faster, but as I said…a bit humiliating. Not that I would think less of you.”
Ichigo groaned, Great choices, bad and worse! But he did owe Unohana, “Okay, I’ll just deal with…
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