Note: For a 666 word contest. Enjoy. :)

-Obtuse-

"No! Absolutely never!"

She glared. I glared back.

"You're gonna wear the damn thing and that's final!"

She folded her arms. I clenched my teeth.

"It's ugly."

"UGLY?!"

"Utterly hideous."

"Are you mentally challenged? I wasted good money on this thing!"

I waved the box in her face.

"Then that's your fault. Not mine."

I let out a growl.

"Anyway, if you like it so much, why don't you wear it?"

"Because I bought it for you!"

She turned her back on me.

"I'm still not wearing it."

I lost all my patience and flung the box at her head.

She dodged. I fumed.

The pretty box with the ribbon and lace hit the wall. It opened and the dress fell out.

It was dark blue. Plain and simple. Only because I didn't think she needed something flashy to look nice in.

I'd say she was fine the way she was. And hell, if it was up to me, she could have worn whatever she wanted to that stupid ball.

But the school just had to make it formal. And I knew she didn't have anything remotely close to that in her possession.

"When someone gives you a gift, you're supposed to accept it."

"Your logic is deformed."

My sanity level was quickly dropping.

"You're so..."

"Infuriating?"

"Yes."

She smiled knowingly.

I seethed and realized something.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Her smile grew wider. It ticked me off.

"Why?"

She didn't say anything.

"Are you going to answer—"

"Get out of the room."

"—me...what?"

She was pushing me out through the door and I had momentarily forgotten how much power she actually had in that small body of hers.

"I'm going to change."

I furrowed my brows.

"Why can't you change in the closet?"

She looked me with an expression that obviously said: Are you stupid?

I didn't understand. And frankly, I don't understand women sometimes.

What was so wrong about changing in the closet? She had done it countless of times before.

The door shut in my face. I sank to the floor, glaring at the wall opposite of me.

Yuzu walked past me, stopped, and then stared.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting."

"Oh."

I began to tap my foot.

"Is there something wrong with your room?"

"No."

"Oh."

I couldn't necessarily tell her there was a girl (who lived in my closet) changing in there. Real bad stuff would happen.

"Are you locked out?"

"No."

She gave me a quizzical look.

"Did Dad—"

"No."

There was a loud thump in my room. She blinked.

"What was that?"

I took this as a cue and promptly jumped to my feet.

"Nothing."

A line of mild curses followed shortly.

"Ichigo is there—"

"It's your imagination."

I entered my room without asking Rukia if she was done (partially because it would look odd to knock on my own door).

Suspicions would rise. I didn't need that right now.

When I was sure Yuzu left, I turned around.

"What the hell are you—"

My anger quickly evolved into surprise (and maybe a slight tinge of amusement).

"This dress is complicated."

Which I could clearly see, especially from the way her arm was going through the wrong socket. Or the way she had worn it backwards.

"Stop gawking and help me!"

"But...how exactly do I do that?"

She looked down at herself wearily.

"Maybe I should backtrack and start over again."

She began to remove the dress. I panicked for more reasons than one.

"Ack—w-wait...wait!"

She froze, as if suddenly remembering I was standing there.

And she screamed.

"Get out!"

"But—"

She threw her shoe at me. It hit me in the forehead.

Damnit, she had good aim.

The other pair soared over my head as I stumbled out of my room.

I crashed into the same wall I was glaring at a moment ago and tried to catch my breath.

Karin walked by.

"I'm not going to even ask."

-End-

Fluff is good for the soul.