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Graffiti 1: The Two That Are Three

I hate him.

Those are the words that are spoken throughout my day. Day and night. Juice or milk. Wine or weed. Bed or floor. I wake up, my hair tangled in knots, my eyes still filled with sleep, and my mouth…..yeah. But that's not the point. I wake up and jam my feet into a pair of black slippers. I stare at myself in the mirror. Short shorts with a half shirt. Typical sleepwear for me. Then I yawn. People tell me I yawn just like him and that's how it came about.

I hate him.

I hate Toushirou Hitsugaya. Child p-boy gen-boy genius just like Jimmy Neutron except…with a smaller head, freaking white hair, green eyes, and…….except WORSE!!

The best part: he hates me. Now were equal. I, Karin Kurosaki, juvenile delinquent, spiky black hair, and black eyes, and his worse nightmare. I'll teach him a lesson. A lesson for picking me as his rival.

He gets what he gets for fucking with the leader of K3 and I'll watch the leader of T2 crash and born. I'll cause disorder, chaos, and everything in between. I'll watch him suffer. I'll sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. I'll laugh till I piss my pants. All I have to do: is plan. And I got the perfect plan to destroy him inside out. So, I'll explain and you read how it happen and succeed. Plus……….

I HATE HIM!!

I jerk up at the sound of my alarm clock. I could feel the knots tightening in my hair. My eyes could barley stay open. Taking my fist, I smashed my alarm clock to pieces. I threw my covers off and walked but, not before stretching and scratching my back. Anyway, I stood in front of my mirror. My mouth had a trail of dried drool and my eyes were squinted. Then…it came.

The awful, dreadful…………….yawn!

After that, my eyes open completely and my body straightened, I balled my fist and punched the wall, leaving a slight crack.

"I hate him." That was it. My day officially started. I turned the radio on and jammed up the stereo. Sweet, they were playing my favorite song at the right time. That's What You Get. Opening my window, I turned the radio up more for the whole neighborhood to hear.

"No sir, I don't want to be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn. To take a seat. We're settling, the fi-na-l score. And why do we like to hurt so much! I can't decide!" I sung the lyrics as the music blast in the room. Grabbing my towel, I kick my bathroom door open and turned the hot water on blast. I froze and narrowed my eyes.

I hate him.

I heard he likes to shower in cold water. What a loser. Hot water is the shit!! Who would want to freeze their asses off bathing in cold water. And in the morning time! Dumbass.

I heard a bang on my door. A couple of bangs actually. I heard screams of protest out the window. I smirked and gladly open my door to apologize. NOT! I jump right into the shower, whistling the rest of the song while washing my self off.

A few minutes later, I wrap the tower around my form and stare at myself in the mirror. For someone who's fourteen, I have a lot of chest. Yep, that's right, I said it. I also have a few curves but, it doesn't bother me since I hide it with baggy clothing. My arms were covered with fake tattoos and scars from fights or me cutting myself on purpose. My hair, now wet, clung to my shoulder and my face. Clicking my teeth, I walk out the bathroom. The banging remained and this time, I gladly opened the door.

I stood face to face with my brother, sister, and brother's friend. Each of them looked equally pissed . My brother, Ichigo Kurosaki, looked like he hadn't slept for days. His usually spiky orange hair, was straight. His brown eyes, narrowed and his ears were red. Rukia, though not my actual sister( Yuzu went with dad to visit some old friends. They won't be back for a while), looked just like Ichigo. Except her smooth black hair stood up like one of those toys that have multi-color hair. Renji on the other hand, was half asleep-half awake. His loud and bright red hair was both straight and spiked. Crazy hair.

"Yo, Berry-nii." I laughed as I saw his ears turn more red. I love how his ears show his moods.

"Why-are-you-playing-music at 7 in the fucking morning!" Ichigo spoke, slowly and angrily. Though I knew he was trying to be angry, I wasn't the least bit scared.

"Cause…..I like music. Bye-bye!!' I shut the door on their faces and continued to dress myself. I checked myself in the mirror once more. Baggy brown cargo pants and a dark purple shirt that read in bright orange, 'RIOT!'. Slipping on my combat boots, I started to headbang. Though I wasn't a fan of heavy metal, you have to admit, Slipknot could really work some music. Time to slip on some magic.

I grabbed the perfume bottle and sprayed it on my neck twice. What was the point of spraying it everywhere if you already smelt like 'Midnight Flames'. Adding my bracelets and dog-chain collar. I grabbed my leather jacket and shouldered my backpack. Just one more thing before I leave. Two actually.

My lighter and box of Marlboro.

Yeah, I'm a 14 year old that smokes. If you don't like it, fuck it. Deal with it. Turning the radio up some more, I jump out my window and landed in the rose bushes. Grabbing a rose, I walk onto the sidewalk and lit a cigarette. Life was good as a juvenile delinquent.

The walk was hell. I take that back, it wasn't that bad. I eyed everyone who dared walk on my side. Low lives. I stepped on pretty and gorgeous flowers. Cuteness sucks. I hid from police who drove down the road. Wasn't going to get a lecture on how I'm underage for smoking. I checked my cell phone for the time. 8:13 a.m. I'm well over late. School started thirteen minutes ago but, do I care? ….Yes, I do. NOT!! I could give a rats ass if I'm late or not. Besides I have to sit in the fucking front row when I get to class. I stopped and frowned.

I hate him.

I hate the teachers for making me sit next to iceberg. A motorcycle stopped at the red light. Damn it was hot. A sleek black with flames. My type of ride.

"Hey! Dude on the motorcycle!" He turned his attention toward me and I walked up to him. "Would you mind giving me a ride to Karakura Middle?" He nodded his head no. I jumped onto the back and rode with, I called him Ren, all the way to the hellhole I call school.

He dropped me off in front of the gate and I waved bye. I hope I get to meet Ren again. Putting out my cigarette, I walked into the building, surveying every room and office I came by. Trudging up the steps, I enter the second floor. I looked for my classroom and stopped in front of Rm. 2-B.

I hate him.

How come MY classroom has to be on the second floor and not the third floor. I placed my ear on the door to hear my sensei ask a question. Smirking, I opened the door loudly and walked in.

"I know the answer! It's I'm here and ready to learn." I heard snickers amongst the class. Everyone was wearing their uniforms, again. What's the point anyways? The sensei twitched his eyebrows and checked me on his roll.

"Well, Ms. Kurosaki. I have a question for you." I looked at him and smiled. Messing with teachers was my specialty.

"Why are you late?"

"What a fine question. So, answer this. Why are you always early?"

"It's my job."

"Well coming here is not mines." I saw his eyes narrowed. I smirked.

"Why aren't you wearing your uniform?"

"Why are you always wearing a tacky bow tie?"

"How would you like detention?" Walking past him, I sat in my seat and prompt my feet on top of the desk.

"Gladly." He fumed and turned back to the blackboard.

"Sit right."

"Lose your virginity." He turned around and walked up to me. I smirked and stood on my desk, appearing taller than what the short man really was.

"A full week of detention." He turned his back to me and playing with a pencil I looked at the seat next to me. I widen my eyes to the point where I felt they were saucers.

He wasn't here.

I repeated again to make sure I was not dreaming.

He wasn't here. Toushirou Hitsugaya was absent.

"Wooooooooooooohooooooooooooo!" Yes, victory was mine. The iceberg wasn't here and I…….I feel so happy that I could cry. I looked around as I noticed that a. Everyone was staring at me. B. I was on top of my desk with my arms in the air. I quickly sat back down and whistled. Can we say……..

Awkward.

Then, the door slid open. My dreams of victory were crushed and spit on as he stood in the doorway. His spiky white hair stood out, his sea-green eyes were concentrated, his school uniform was worn properly.

"Sorry for my tardiness, sensei." The teacher nodded and Toushirou sat in his appropriate seat. He stared at me and smirked. Something in me counted down to three.

1...2.…..3!

" NOOOOOOOOO!!" I banged my head on the desk and knocked my self out. Pain surged through my forehead and I passed out, right then and then. Bloody hell. Why?! Why did he have to show up today!! Why must he make me hurt myself? Why is his hair white? I only know the answer.

I hate him.

I slowly but surely opened my eyes to see white. NO! I jerked up, not caring for the pain, hoping that what I saw…wasn't him. I stood up and blinked twice.

One…two.

A breath of fresh air was released inside me as I noticed that the whiteness I saw…was the infirmary walls and curtains. Then, I snickered and rip down the curtains. White is too bright and plain. Why can't it be black? Then, I frowned and threw the curtains down.

I hate him.

Why must everything be white and not black. Walls, white. Floor, white. Even that creepy but yet, cool teddy bear was white. God, it makes me want to rip my hair out.

"Ms. Kurosaki. I see you are up." I glared at the school nurse and shook my head. Sitting back down, I laid my head back on my pillow, to stop the pain surging through my head. The nurse put her rough , grubby hands on my forehead. She replaced my bandages and exit the room.

"Oh, before I leave, you have a visitor. I'll send him right in." With that said, she left out the room. Damn! I hope it's not Ichigo. I had enough of his complaints when I come here. Then, the door opened and closed loudly. Damn, it's Ichigo. Covering myself with the covers, I counted to three before breathing slowly.

The covers were pulled from my head and a surprisingly soft hand grabbed my face and turned it towards his. I know this hand. It touches me everyday and it belongs to the person I hate the most.

Toushirou Hitsugaya.

"Hey, baby." He said, smoothly and cool like. BABY!! Since when did we start going out. And who gave him the right to call me baby. I growled a tiger-like growl and swatted his hand from my face. Sitting up, I could see his uniform was unbuttoned, showing his well tone chest. Which, I have to admit, was hot. ……………………….I still hate him though. I could also see that the punk was smoking.

Snorting, I got up from bed and brushed myself off. Facing him, my blood boiled. The idiot was smirking and staring at me. I had enough!! It was time to take him down.

Taking the cigarette from his mouth, I flicked it out the window. Then, I pounced on him and knocked him down on the bed. Staring at him, I frowned and growled. The punk was still smirking and acting like everything was perfect.

"Feisty as ever. I didn't know you like to be on top." I swear to the fucking stars, I wish I could see my face turn red.

"What do you want?" I asked slowly, trying to calm myself. NOT!! I'll always be on full blast when I'm around him.

"Answer-" ……..O-N-H-D. Okay, for you to understand., here's the full meaning: Oh no he didn't. Yes, prep sounding but it was called for. I, Karin Kurosaki, juvenile delinquent , leader of K3 was losing her first kiss to Toushirou Hitsugaya, boy genius, and leader of T2.

This was not possible. How could he…he…he just….BASTARD!!

Leaning me onto my back, he deepen the kiss further, sticking his foul tongue in my mouth. MY MOUTH! His hand went up my shirt to my bra strap which pissed me off even more. This was it. I had enough. Finally, I tore myself from his kiss and bit his neck.

That should show that bastard who's boss.

A laugh escaped his lips and I bit down harder. Why isn't this working!? He has to have some weakness.

"Why aren't you crying in fucking pain?" I said between bites. He escaped my bites of DOOM and removed my shirt. He placed kisses around my stomach and looked up at me. God, I hate him and his…..eyes!

"Because, I'm a masochist." What the fuck was a masochist?! I'll find out later but first, I have to save my ass from him. Stupid puberty. Squirming around, I finally escaped his embrace and placed my shirt back on.

"You are fun to play with." The punk said, smoking yet another cigarette. I clenched my fists, feeling the urge to punch his lights. The only flickin problem was 1. He was stronger than me…AT THIS MOMENT!! 2. I don't know any of his weaknesses. That made shit harder.

"What do you want!?" God, I wish I could squeeze his head until ice comes out and then I could make sno-cones out of him.

"Can I just visit a fellow enemy." Smirking, I felt a since of accomplishment. He better know that I'll be his enemy for eternity.

"No. I know you are after something and I won't stop till I find out what." I pointed towards him until pain surged in my head. I grabbed both sides of my head and groaned. The next thing I knew, I was being tied to the bed post. Both of my wrists and both of my ankles were being tied.

"There, that should do it." Damn him!! Taking advantage of my weakness to use for his own personal gain. I should kill him but, how can I do that with my hands and feet tied to the bedpost.

"Now, what should I do?" Watching this faggot walked back and forth was pure torture. Dammit! If only I could move. Since I was too lost in my thoughts of escape, I failed to notice the creep sneaking on top of me.

"Get off of me!" He continued to kiss on my neck and cheeks. God, this was like fucking torture. Ah the pain! He stopped and inched towards my legs or in between my legs. This was wrong man! This was wrong! Why!? Why must I lose my virginity to Toushirou Hitsugaya and in an infirmary too!

"Let's see how great you feel." This was it. My hands and feet were bounded and I could hear my zipper going down slowly. Why!? Why!? Why!? WHYYYYYYY!!

………………………………...

Pressure was off of me. Thank god! It seems like the pervert answered his phone. This was my chance to escape. Something that cuts. Something that cuts. Oh! A knife for..surgery and some stuff but that's not important. Only a couple of inches away. Okay, let me stick out my tongue and…and…grab it! Mission accomplish! Now to cut through the fabric. Let's see. Saw through it once…..twice….thrice….a quad…….a quint…..a sext……….and there we go!

Checking on iceberg, he was too occupied with his conversation to notice. Great! I untied the rest of my limbs and stood up. Zipping both my zipper up and combat boots, I searched for my leather jacket.

Damn! Right in front of him. How am I going to do this. Shit! Think Karin, think!

I eyed Toushirou and I eyed the needle on the side table. Smirking I grabbed the needle in my hand and snuck up behind iceberg. It would be easier to stick this in his neck but, where's the fun in that? Slowly I aimed the needle to the wall and shoot! I turned where Toushirou's body turn and quickly grabbed my leather jacket and sprinted out the door. Man, I wish I could stay and see his face but, I have to save myself first.

As I run down the hallways, I replayed the events that occurred in my head. I frowned and jump down the stairs and run out the front door. Onto the concrete, I slowed down and stared at the Nurse's window.

Damn him. He was eyeing me and smirking at me from the window. He winked and waved bye. I kicked the fence and walked down the sidewalk. Today reminded me of something I haven't said in like…………..30 paragraphs.

I hate him.

To fucking hell.

Finally gone from school and him, I walked until it was lunchtime. Sweet! I know exactly where to go. And exactly where to cause chaos.

McDonalds.

Yep, I was craving some fast food and since I snagged Ichigo's wallet when he wasn't looking, I could afford the meal I was about to order. One thing about McDonalds that I hate, I hated it's yellow and red colors. Too bright, though red is the shit, but too bright to stare at. I entered the restaurant and cut everybody in line. I even pushed an old lady out the way.

"Hey lady!" I yelled at the lady for not coming to me fast enough. Here's what I order and with pride and dignity. 12 double cheeseburgers, 10 French fries, 10 sodas, 20 apple pies, 2 McFlurries, 10 sundaes, 10 milkshakes(5 chocolate, 4 vanilla, 1 strawberry), and 3 happy meals for myself!! Everyone was shock. I could tell.

"Well, your total is-"

"I know what the total is." I may be a juvi DQ but I'm great in math. I suck at everything else. Handing her the right amount of money, I waited patiently for my orders. God, they are so fucking slow.

I looked back to see aggravated faces but, do I care. I do, really. …..YEAH RIGHT!! To hell with them all. They just have to wait like everyone else. Bastards. I did order like over 80 items(84 to be precise).

"Here you go ma'am" I watched as everything was placed in three giant bags. I opened my happy meals to find girl toys in all three of them.

"Whoa. Wait a minute. I don't do girl toys, so can you replaced these with boy ones." She took the toys from my hand and replaced them with boy toys in seconds. I inspected the toys and hold them up.

"Can I get another one, I already have these ones." She took them again, a little bit more angrily, and gave me three new ones.

"Sorry, another one." It was like that for a great five minutes until someone in the back yelled at me to hurry up.

"To hell with you old man!" I yelled back. I took the bags in my hands. As the lady came up to give me another batch of toys, I smiled and put on my innocent voice.

"I just remembered. I already have all of them. See ya!" With that said, I left McDonalds happily and walked for a great minute before frowning.

He hates fast food. He prefers homemade cooking instead. White haired bastard!

I hate him.

I arrived at an abandoned garage. The door was pitch black and a huge number 3 was in the middle. It was a nice red. I kicked the door to signal someone to open it. God, they are so slow. I thought we assigned someone to open the door. Finally, the door open slowly but, I was short enough to walk in when it wasn't at full height.

I sat the bags down on the end table and whistled. It echoed throughout the place which, I thought was pretty cool. A second later, everyone swarmed into the room and into the McDonalds bag. Let them at it, I don't care. As long as nobody touches those happy meals.

I sat down on the leather couch and lit a cigarette.

"Kurosaki-sama?" I looked up as Kenji, a subordinate of mines, approached me with all three of my happy meals in his hand. Grabbing my food from his hands, I opened them and stuffed five to six French fries in my mouth at once.

"Um, Kurosaki-sama. We have a problem." Glaring at Kenji, I swallowed and sighed.

"What is it?"

"You haven't come up with a plan yet. No offense Kurosaki-sama." I stared at Kenji while swallowing my fries. He was pissing me off. Of course I came up with a plan! I just don't feel like sharing it….but, it's so damn good I'm going to share it anyways.

"Well for your in-fo, I do have a plan. A plan that will destroy him inside out. A plan that will tear his world down. A plan that will turn his hair black! A plan-"

"I think we get it." I stared at them and crossed my arms. I stood up on the couch with a new wave of confidence. Everyone was staring. Yeah, I'm badass. Definitely.

"Well, if you want to know so much, I'll tell." All of them looked pathetic with facial expressions that yelled " TELL ME OR I'LL FUCKING HATE YOU!" . Smirking, I looked at all them.

"One word…two actually." I widen my smirk. I felt like a dictator with a successful plan. Well, I can't blame me, the plan is damn good. Toushirou won't see it coming. He'll start eating apples after this. Then, I frowned a little.

I hate him.

I like apples. He loves watermelon. I believe and my beliefs are correct no matter what anybody says, watermelon is the worst fruit ever. It tastes like crap. Anyways, back to the plan.

"What are those two words." I heard someone yell from the crowd. I smirked yet again.

"Hinamori Momo."

The next time I speak. The plan will be clear. I see your faces. Who is this Hinamori Momo? Well, you'll see soon. Very soon. So soon you can smell burnt peaches. Yeah, I said it, burnt peaches. Before I leave I just have on thing to say. Toushirou is going to crash and burn.

……………………..

I hate him!

He likes ice instead of fire! That bastard!