[ Bleach: Times change. ]
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tacticianFandom: Bleach
Genre: Humor
Characters: Zaraki, Yachiru
Warning: Uneditted, lameness.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to er...not me.
Yachiru came skipping to him after the Academy classes had ended. Like always, she smiled cheerfully and threw her arms around Zaraki once he was in hugging range. If it weren't for the fact that she had to tilt her head just so to avoid impaling her face in his hair, it would be an endearing sight. The dead bees buzzed, the dead flowers bloomed, and all was well – until Yachiru opened her mouth.
"Ken-chan, guess what?” she squealed in obvious excitement.
“What.”
“Itamura-kun from the upper class asked me out on a date for tonight!”
“A what.”
“A date!”
Although his face remained bland, his mind was reeling inside. He hadn't thought this stage of the game would come so soon! He should've taken warning when the ladies told a young Yachiru of how all the boys would fall over her, instead of scaring them away. But now it was too late! What could he do to stop this? He couldn't trust Yachiru to Ita-whatever-kun!
Finally, it hit him. “Let me see him.”
“What?” She blinked, surprised at his interest.
“I want to see this Itachiru.”
She pouted. “Itamura-kun.”
“I want to see this Itahira.”
She sighed and tapped her chin. Slowly, she paced around him once, while he stared flatly ahead. When she returned to his line of vision, her hands on her hips and apparently decided, she said,“Okay!", and held up a finger. “But only if Ken-chan promises to behave! If he misbehaves, I'll get really angry!”
Zaraki's face remained unchanged. “Okay.”
Four hours later, he followed like a looming shadow as Yachiru chattered and walked at the same time. Her hands were a blur, smoothing out her hair, dusting off her clothes, swinging in the night breeze. She led him to a little open space where two benches stood back-to-back in the starlight. “It's so nice here!” Yachiru exclaimed, while he wondered if she would catch a cold.
The fabled Itasoya-kun came 17.362 seconds late. That was very bad. What was worse was that he had not bothered to comb his hair. It stood up messily, like he had just gotten out of bed (not like the stylish way Zaraki himself wore it, of course.) Also, this Itamota-kun was thin and lanky and not-to-tall. He looked weak. Zaraki frowned and decided that This Would Not Do.
Yachiru had run ahead into the open, folding her hands behind her back. She exuberantly approached her upperclassman. She was animated as she talked, tilting her head, shrugging her shoulders and giving out smiles. He, in return, rubbed his neck, grinned sheepishly and nodded at appropriate intervals. He did not notice the sudden appearance of a great black figure with a great maniacal smile behind Yachiru until it was too late.
“I'm going to eat you,” Zaraki mouthed quietly, but clearly. Granted, it was not the most original line, but it would do. Itakito opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He gaped in terror and then screamed, (like a girl too, Zaraki thought,) bolting away and leaving Yachiru in confusion.
She stared after him for a moment, and then turned around to find Ken-chan standing politely a few meters back where she had left him. Still bewildered, she walked back. “He just suddenly ran off!” she explained to Zaraki's expressionless face. “I don't even know why! One minute we were talking about our classes, and it was going so well, then the next, he was off! I wonder what got into him! Do you, Ken-chan?”
Zaraki carefully averted his eyes to the side and deadpanned, “I don't know.”
Yachiru sighed. “Oh well, it doesn't matter. I guess I'll just ask him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to go out with me anymore, I guess that's okay.”
Zaraki blinked. “It is.”
She nodded, suddenly smiling again as she sidestepped him and began to walk home. “Of course!” she said, over her shoulder. “After all, there's always Makihiro-kun and Soka-kun and Fuuma-kun, then there's Akira-kun and Kosuke-kun and Rokaku-kun! And there’s a couple of other classes too! I'll be fine!”
Zaraki stared at her back, somewhat stunned. Then, as he quickly caught up with her light and rapid steps, it once again hit him. “Let me see him,” he said.
“Which?”
“All of them.”
“Will you behave?”
Without a moment's hesitation, “Yes.”
Genre: Humor
Characters: Zaraki, Yachiru
Warning: Uneditted, lameness.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to er...not me.
Yachiru came skipping to him after the Academy classes had ended. Like always, she smiled cheerfully and threw her arms around Zaraki once he was in hugging range. If it weren't for the fact that she had to tilt her head just so to avoid impaling her face in his hair, it would be an endearing sight. The dead bees buzzed, the dead flowers bloomed, and all was well – until Yachiru opened her mouth.
"Ken-chan, guess what?” she squealed in obvious excitement.
“What.”
“Itamura-kun from the upper class asked me out on a date for tonight!”
“A what.”
“A date!”
Although his face remained bland, his mind was reeling inside. He hadn't thought this stage of the game would come so soon! He should've taken warning when the ladies told a young Yachiru of how all the boys would fall over her, instead of scaring them away. But now it was too late! What could he do to stop this? He couldn't trust Yachiru to Ita-whatever-kun!
Finally, it hit him. “Let me see him.”
“What?” She blinked, surprised at his interest.
“I want to see this Itachiru.”
She pouted. “Itamura-kun.”
“I want to see this Itahira.”
She sighed and tapped her chin. Slowly, she paced around him once, while he stared flatly ahead. When she returned to his line of vision, her hands on her hips and apparently decided, she said,“Okay!", and held up a finger. “But only if Ken-chan promises to behave! If he misbehaves, I'll get really angry!”
Zaraki's face remained unchanged. “Okay.”
Four hours later, he followed like a looming shadow as Yachiru chattered and walked at the same time. Her hands were a blur, smoothing out her hair, dusting off her clothes, swinging in the night breeze. She led him to a little open space where two benches stood back-to-back in the starlight. “It's so nice here!” Yachiru exclaimed, while he wondered if she would catch a cold.
The fabled Itasoya-kun came 17.362 seconds late. That was very bad. What was worse was that he had not bothered to comb his hair. It stood up messily, like he had just gotten out of bed (not like the stylish way Zaraki himself wore it, of course.) Also, this Itamota-kun was thin and lanky and not-to-tall. He looked weak. Zaraki frowned and decided that This Would Not Do.
Yachiru had run ahead into the open, folding her hands behind her back. She exuberantly approached her upperclassman. She was animated as she talked, tilting her head, shrugging her shoulders and giving out smiles. He, in return, rubbed his neck, grinned sheepishly and nodded at appropriate intervals. He did not notice the sudden appearance of a great black figure with a great maniacal smile behind Yachiru until it was too late.
“I'm going to eat you,” Zaraki mouthed quietly, but clearly. Granted, it was not the most original line, but it would do. Itakito opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He gaped in terror and then screamed, (like a girl too, Zaraki thought,) bolting away and leaving Yachiru in confusion.
She stared after him for a moment, and then turned around to find Ken-chan standing politely a few meters back where she had left him. Still bewildered, she walked back. “He just suddenly ran off!” she explained to Zaraki's expressionless face. “I don't even know why! One minute we were talking about our classes, and it was going so well, then the next, he was off! I wonder what got into him! Do you, Ken-chan?”
Zaraki carefully averted his eyes to the side and deadpanned, “I don't know.”
Yachiru sighed. “Oh well, it doesn't matter. I guess I'll just ask him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to go out with me anymore, I guess that's okay.”
Zaraki blinked. “It is.”
She nodded, suddenly smiling again as she sidestepped him and began to walk home. “Of course!” she said, over her shoulder. “After all, there's always Makihiro-kun and Soka-kun and Fuuma-kun, then there's Akira-kun and Kosuke-kun and Rokaku-kun! And there’s a couple of other classes too! I'll be fine!”
Zaraki stared at her back, somewhat stunned. Then, as he quickly caught up with her light and rapid steps, it once again hit him. “Let me see him,” he said.
“Which?”
“All of them.”
“Will you behave?”
Without a moment's hesitation, “Yes.”