I would like to state that this will be a story. With chapters that make some sort of sense when put together.
Hello all! This is Istwitching and this is the first segment of Myeye and my writing experiment! I totally wrote this when I was in typing class. Thank goodness I have since graduated. No Mas Typing for a grade! Whootwhoo!
Anyway, this is an experiment, as I said. Myeye and I are alternating chapters. We are not allowed to influence each others writing in any way at all. This is our collective mind-vomit. There may even be a plot somewhere in here. Mostly, it is just crack. Please enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo Owns All. We are merely poor lost circus performers. I said we're poor, this means we get no money from this.
ENJOY!:
Typing class was boring, and Keigo found that he couldn't help but droop under the unnervingly evil eye of the substitute teacher they had that day. Also, all his favorite websites were blocked.
He really, really hated that class.
Mizuiro was absent that day (probably on a date with an older woman) and Ichigo (who was not in Keigo's typing class) was hanging out with those weird new kids. (Matsumoto "the goddess" Rangiku was absent, too. If Mizuiro was with her Keigo would die. It just wouldn't be fair!)
--AN: Mizuiro was with her. They were going out to a movie.--
The weird new kids looked way too old to be in high school. But 'the goddess' was hawt so he was happy and wouldn't complain.
--AN: Except that he was Keigo, and would complain about anything.--
He grumbled. Everyone underestimated his intelligence. Sure, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. Sure, he was leaning more towards the dullest but he wasn't that dumb, and those new kids were strange!
And, contrary to popular belief, he noticed things like that. He had also noticed that they had only shown up after Ichigo and Rukia's extended absence.
There had to be a reason they were here. An alien conspiracy, perhaps.
Or Satan had sent them to corrupt new souls so she could eat them.
That...sounded plausible. It only made sense that Ichigo was their first target, after all, he was pretty good-looking, Keigo supposed. Luckily, Keigo didn't swing that way. He like boobs.
He should really warn his friend.
If he didn't he would be eaten. And torn to bits, and fed to small demon children, and maybe used as a slave, but only after being glued back together in a grotesque frankensteinesque manner, and thrown into lava, and…
"ICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The teacher glared at him and twenty confused students looked at him like he was crazy.
He really hated typing.
Myeye will be writing the next chapter! Look forward to it!
