Helluu. A little introduction for I find it too tedious to put it in the story. Toushirou and Karin are in the same class in the same middle school and are now in the holiday period before starting junior college. Both have been accepted into the same junior college but they don't know it. Toushirou has, somewhere in the mess and heat or enmity, fallen for Karin and.. yeah. You get it. I 'm too lazy to figure out the whole high school middle school business (eventhough my sis would explain it to me again for the third time with much fervour if I asked) so i'm using an education system I'm more familiar with- my own. Sorry if it confuses some. Heh.
Background info- you join junior college (JC for short) at 17 and it's for 2 years before you move on to university.
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She slammed me with enough intended force to knock me out of her front door. Stronger than I expected her to be, the impact of her hand against my arm was evenly distributed. Faster than I would have liked, I was on my back on the concrete path leading to her door and trying not to cry.
NAW!!! Toushirou Hitsugaya?! Me no cry. Especially not with my name tag on my shirt where everyone could see it.
"DON'T YOU WALK YOUR ASS UP HERE LIKE IT'S YOUR HOUSE 'CAUSE IT'S MINE!!" shouted Karin, her voice shot with venom and outrage in equal parts. This was non-sensical.
"You've no right to tell my ass to do your bidding!" I yelled back, not bothering to sit up and assume a more dignified position to face the bull-angry Karin.
"STRAY BITCHES STAY ON THE STREET. YOU NEED TO BE THIS EVOLVED," she raised her horizontal palm to eye-level, "TO GET IN SO SCRAM!"
A gunshot rang through the air. No my apologies, that was the door slamming. I exhaled. Sighing in the prospect of defeat was not fitting for a Hitsugaya. So I exhaled instead.
I still needed to get in the house though as some dudes would be deeply un-cheered if I didn't.
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That. Was wrong. Five days in my sad week was indeed not enough for him. My weekend just had to be intruded upon as well.
"Argh! Why did he come? What did he want?! HOW DID HE KNOW THAT I LIVE HERE?!!!"
Wow I hate him. Hitsugaya and I have had a long and illustrious history of spite. A smart one was he. I wouldn't say a prodigy, but he was smart, I'd give him that. Everytime we were given an assignment or project, he would steal my idea, make it better, use it for his own. Raimei would say that he didn't do it on purpose and it was just fateful coincidence and that I should let it go and if it really bothers me, see a teacher. That last part bugs. She knew I would never do it.
If I was Yuzu, my idea of a go at comfort would be: "He'd be hard-pressed to find a girlfriend."
Dad had left the house to me during his business getaway thing and I can't even bask in the freedom of it all.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, WHY, WHY?!
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I zippped round the back, door was unlocked (cool. And stupid. Security systems fail to work if the door is unlocked.), slunk past the stairs to Karin's room from which Avenged Sevenfold music was blasting, dropped the goods Captain Ichigo had instructed to buy in the kitchen, turned arou- hnm? Potato salad? I looked into the contents of the bowl. Whole load of brown mush. I sniffed. Aunt Matsumoto would have been offended to be served this. Throwing a furtive glance in the direction of the stairs, I proceeded to better the dish. Cooking and good food shaped the familial pride of the Hitsugaya. I would be committing a great dishonour if I did nothing. Twenty arduous adrenaline-charged minutes later, I smirked regally at the potato salad which I, The Great Toushirou, had turned into something Aunt Matsumoto would eat. God, I'm awesome. All without Karin knowi- f*** here she comes! My blood thundered in my ears. It was too late to get to the back door, the front door was Karin-slammed shut and the automated locking system would have automatically locked it- so what to do?!
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Karin languidly flipped on the lights to the kitchen. Groceries. Funny. Ichigo. Yeah, he must have come in to put 'em there. Karin frowned. She was mildly hungry. Dark eyes fell upon a bowl of food. Steam was wafting from it and that was good. Enough.
Meanwhile, Toushirou was shooting down the streets, the sound of his sport shoe-ed feet against the monotonous grey of pavement mirroring his erratic heartbeat. In two minutes, he had crossed the safe threshold into his apartment, locked his door and let gravity pull him onto the sofa, his back facing the ceiling.
Toushirou exhaled again into the cushions. Being the errand boy of Captain Ichigo's team was a great deal taxing. The team (errand boys excepted) was getting together at the Kurosaki's house. Somebody had to get the stuff ready beforehand and put it in the house for the convenience of the soccer team- and the inconvenience of Hitsugaya. Toushirou rolled onto his back and kneaded his legs from the lactic acid. Had he not snuck into the Kurosaki household, Karin would never allow him and his groceries in. Had he not leaped through the window, life would have been lost to him by Karin's doing and he wouldn't have made it through the holidays into the new school year in a new school and finally be recruited into Captain Ichigo's soccer team. The errand boy gig was a heinous initiation thing in accepting Freshman members at Shineiy Gahmy Junior College. His pride had been reduced to a third of its size eversince bearing the role of "errand boy" and he did not really particularly like how desperate he was to enter the team- but he was desperate, and that was all there was.
His eyelids were dragging themselves over his eyes but he couldn't sleep yet. He would be sleeping on the couch then, which Aunt Matsumoto would flay him for, and, more importantly, he hadn't shampooed and conditioned his hair yet and there was no way he would break his daily ritual.
Toushirou mumbled out his train of thought snaking through his mind. "Ritual.. Kurosaki.. Orange.. Potato salad.. prawns..-!"
He jolted into seating position, running his hand through his crown of hair, a shocking white, his brow dark in thought. He had mixed in sliced prawns into the potato salad.
Karin was deathly allergic to prawns.
Well....shoot.