Hi Guys, Kizack here! This is my first proper tale and will probably continue as a full story. However, for now, ENJOY!
So, how did I get myself into this mess? If you've been paying attention to my 'adventures', (ha, if you can even call them that!), you will know I have been in my fair share of tight spots, first with that hollow that attacked my house, then Rukia being sentenced TO DEATH. I mean seriously, HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN! Sorry, back to my point, I am trying to say that me and my friend's luck has not been the best. However, crappy luck does not account for my new… extremities. Let me tell you what I remember:
I was on my way to the shoten (Yoruichi asked all of us to come. Chad, Orihime, Tatsuki, hell even Keigo was coming!). Now, you can guess my apprehension; Urahara asks us to the shop frequently, "Not tha' ya mind, King" SHUT UP SHIRO, THIS IS MY STORY, NOT YOUR'S! Where was I again? "You were abou' ta tell the readers about ya secret crush on Hat n'Clogs." Shiro, I swear, I will make you wear 'the dress' in front of the old man again if you don't SHUT THE HELL UP! "…" Thank you, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Urahara invites me, *cough-cough*, I mean us to the shop frequently. If it were him, it would be safe to assume Tessai got bored of playing scrabble and he wanted a partner to start a game of twister. The thought of our bodies twisted and tangled, one wrong move and… God, my face must be bright red right now. "Oi, King, you wanted to tell the story so quit getting distracted!" Alright, geez. Look, what had me worried was that Yoruichi barley ever got off her ass long enough to go to the bath room, so whatever she wanted was either embarrassing or life threatening, though I bet the former.
A huge wave of foreboding hit me as I came within a block of the place. I shakily pulled my pale green scarf up further over my face, my cheeks tinted pink from the frosty weather. I wore a grey long sleeved covered by an old red hoodie, paint splattered trackies and black Adidas trainers. Adorning my hands and head were a pair of fingerless, woollen gloves and a white beanie with strawberries on (a dumb gag gift from Karin, damn that little hellion!). Speeding my pace, I rounded the final corner and lay my eyes upon the shoten. Once I reached the door, I entered, not bothering to knock and headed straight to the basement. At the foot of the ladder I could see clouds, rocks and people but one in particular stood out; a familiar mop of blond hair, caped with a ridiculous green and white striped bucket hat. "Ah, Kurosaki-kun. Your finally here…"
Owari
Well, what do you think, eh? Don't be too harsh but tell me what you think.
I publish the next chapter eventually, so until then bye!