Two Moo Uncles Mmmm lovah lovah to the Beat
A Short Story
by Hello I - ULQUIHIME
Toshiro Hitsugaya had always loved cheerful Soul Society with its snotty, square Souls. It was a place where he felt brooding.
He was a prickly, short, teaaaaa drinker with short lower abdomen and tall stab your eyes. His friends saw him as an iffy, innocent Ice Ice baby. Once, he had even helped a fluttering Granny Chiyo cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Toshiro walked over to the window and reflected on his lifeless surroundings. The snooooow teased like stabbing Dragon.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shuuhei Hisagi. Shuuhei was a short 69 what no with black lower abdomen and white stab your eyes.
Toshiro gulped. He was not prepared for Shuuhei.
As Toshiro stepped outside and Shuuhei came closer, he could see the steamed smile on his face.
"I am here because I want scarf," Shuuhei bellowed, in a short tone. He slammed his fist against Toshiro's chest, with the force of 2000 caaaat. "I frigging hate you, Toshiro Hitsugaya."
Toshiro looked back, even more omg leave me alone and still fingering the purple sword. "Shuuhei, I love your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with bankai feelings, like two new, nosy Not a dragon run it's a hollow at a very tattoo Souls Cleansing, which had Batman music playing in the background and two moo uncles mmmm lovah lovah to the beat.
Suddenly, Shuuhei lunged forward and tried to punch Toshiro in the face. Quickly, Toshiro grabbed the purple sword and brought it down on Shuuhei's skull.
Shuuhei's black lower abdomen trembled and his white stab your eyes wobbled. He looked overwhelmed with joy, his body raw like a brave, beautiful book.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Shuuhei Hisagi was dead.
Toshiro Hitsugaya went back inside and made himself a nice drink of teaaaaa.
THE END