Breaking Mrs. Kitiro
Pairing/Characters: Karin/OC
Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Summary: Karin successfully breaks a teacher on her first day of school.
A/N: Take note that I in no way promote the use of OCs. This minor OC was created for the sake of this story only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and the original idea of the story doesn't belong to me. I do, however, own Shihogane Kitiro.
Permafrost had collected on the ground outside, and a fine layer of sleet had frozen in patches on the courtyard. Whatever the case, there was going to be no opportunity for a game of soccer. Six-year-old Karin Kurosaki watched the bare, skeletal trees around the premises shake in the chilly zephyr that had randomly picked up out of nowhere. All of her classmates milled about her, stamping their feet on the concrete and congregating with their buddies. Karin sat there on a bench, massaging her soles through her snug socks. She had discarded her boots and they lay there now on the ground, laces haphazardly undone. Her homeroom teacher, who was trying to flock together her pupils, saw Karin and strode over to her.
"Mrs. Kitiro!" Karin declared, spotting her sensei gliding to her on shapely legs, manicured nails a cherry red. Her lush lips were pursed like always, and her brow was curved in a cupid's bow that gave one the impression she was on the verge of frowning.
"Karin," she called, voice like wind chimes. Karin winced. She had never really liked Mrs. Kitiro.
Too much make-up, too much perfume, too much, period. Her breasts looked on the brink of spilling out of the confines of her blouse.
"I can't get my boots on," Karin explained.
Indeed, she couldn't. Even with Mrs. Kitiro pushing and Karin tugging, the little boots still didn't want to go on. But if Shihogane Kitiro was anything, it was determined. Finally, when the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat, and a fine sheen of perspiration coated her neck and the area around her cleavage.
Shihogane almost cried when Karin said, "Sensei, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked, and sure enough, they were. It certainly wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was straining to get them on. Shihogane managed to keep her composure as together they worked to get the boots back on-this time correctly. Karin then announced, "These aren't my boots."
Shihogane bit her tongue rather than get right up in Karin's face and scream, "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?" like she wanted to. Flipping a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder, she once again struggled to assist her student in removing the ill-fitting boots. Karin couldn't help but smirk at the sight of pampered, voloptious, cheery Shihogane slaving on her knees, on the cold, hard gravel. No sooner they got the boots off and Karin said, "They're actually my sister's. My Dad made me wear 'em."
Now Shihogane didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But, she mustered up the grace and dignity she had left to wrestle the boots back on Karin's feet again. Afterwards, helping the child into her coat, Mrs. Kitiro asked, "Now, where are your mittens?"
Karin flexed her numb, tiny fingers and said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."
A/N: LMFAO. OMG, was that evil or what? The whole outline of the story came from a funny e-mail on an e-mail archive I found on the web. Hope you liked! Hit me up with a review/comment and tell me what you think! Love it, hate it, flame it, I don't care. :) It's great to be back writing again!