Crap.
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Abarai stared into the mirror, after he'd been healed from his latest attempt at practicing kidou at the Academy. There were no traces of the burns resulting from the backfiring hadou he'd attempted. No traces of scars from the tiny rocks which had been kicked up at the explosion.
No traces of eyebrows.
CRAP!
What was he going to do? It wasn't like he could face the rest of the week like this. The brow-less wonder. His flaming hair currently pulled into its customary tail set him apart enough as it was.
Flaming hair.
Gods.
He was lucky his hair hadn't really gone up in flames. Why did he need to know kidou in the first place? He was already at the top of his class in swordplay.
It's a stupid art anyway.
He ran a finger along the smooth ridge over one narrowed eye. The gears in his head ground away.
Suddenly, he thought of that guy a couple of classes ahead of him. What was his name? Hisagi? His facial tattoo didn't draw too much bad attention.
Would that work for him? He didn't see why not.
Maybe the guy would be willing to give him the name of the guy who did his face…
* * *
A week, and entirely too much teasing later, Renji again contemplated the mirror. The needle driving in and out of his skin hadn't hurt nearly as much as he'd thought it would, and while the itching from the healing time drove him to the brink of insanity, the finished product was very much worth it.
The young red-head tilted his head to examine the hook at the end of one of his freshly inked brows.
Not half bad.
Maybe he'll go back to get more done, some time.
No, this isn't how I think Renji got into the tattoo addiction, but when the thought came to me in the middle of the work day, I just had to get it into writing somehow. The image is just so funny in my head. XD