I am terrible at this, I realize that, however I will persist in my efforts to bring up my writing. Also, it may be short, but I made this in 10 minutes.
I already have the plot figured out, and which characters I will be using. This is slight OOC, and definitely AU (though it does have some close features).
Anyway, enjoy. flame. review. I don't mind nor care. This story will be written slowly one update at a time. If I get legitimate reviews I will speed.
Ichigo entered every damn gambling contest, he bet it all in the beginning, some two or three others would call, and he would ALWAYS lose. Renji just couldn't understand it. "Ichigo, Why in HELL do you always gamble so much on the beginning. Ichigo almost never answered this question. He had been a little off since his mother died a few (14 or so) years ago.
He had been robbed of his innocence by the destructive and angry forces of life. His childhood since had been exhausting. A long search for his biological father had turned up merely a sibling. Hichigo, or Shiro as Ichigo called him had also had his parent die, however, his father was the one who had died. Which left merely Shiro's angry bitch of a mother. She would often be seen around town with any man who hadn't learned about her. Ichigo and Shiro were twins (scary since they came from different mothers) except Shiro seemed to be a pale version of Ichigo.
"Shut up Renji" Ichigo scowled. This marked the Hundred Thousandth dollar Ichigo had lost. "He had flush 1 higher than mine… It ain't my fault Karma hates me. My father probably did some nasty shit to curse us all." Renji was surprised by his friends angry tones.
"well maybe you should just stop gambling then." Renji barked back.
"I can confirm that Dad was one FUCKED up dude" Shiro intoned.
Ichigo turned to stare at his pale reflection. "Huh"?
"Mom and Dad got together over a bottle of Tequilla and a bag of Pot." Ichigo stared hard at Shiro waiting for him to crack his usual sadistic grin. He didn't.
"well fuck, no wonder you're so damn white." Ichigo stared at Renji open mouthed, surprised his friend could put it so painfully plainly.
"Well, probably."
"Guys just shut up!" The others dropped their half-assed argument. It was Ichigo's turn to decide if he would play the next round. "what do you think guys? Turn back and head to school on time, or be late for the umpteenth time?"
1 Hour Later
"KUROSAKI ICHIGO! I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU NOT SHOWING UP. YOU ARE EXPELLED FROM MY CLASSES!" Miss Yukari (Azumanga ref ftw) Screeched.
Ichigo just stared at the teacher in awe of her almighty fury. "Yes mam" Well FUUUCK Ichigo thought… What am I supposed to do now?
Just then a bus collided with a building nearby. *bOoOm*
"HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK" Ichigo ran from the building to see if anyone (besides the bus passengers who were clearly dead) was injured. He got inside the slightly destroyed building and saw someone rushing out. "FUUUUUCK MY HAIR IS ON FIRE"! If Ichigo wasn't so freaked out by this occurrence he would be laughing his ass off at the dude in front of him. The blue hair that had caught on fire caught his attention. He had seen hair like that before, when he was visiting his old neighbors, their grandson had hair like that, but he had died 19 years ago in an explosion. He watched as the "supposed to be dead" guy ran in horror from the explosion. "Well… that's out of the ordinary" The teal haired man heard as he ran.
What Ichigo had really said was. "Hell, that was Queer"
Now that I read over it, it's hella crappy... Maybe i should just give up and cut myself like a normal emo?
Thank you.
VSoF
