DIS STORIES FIRST CHAPTERS ( ALL UP TO THE 4th ) ARE BEING REWRITTEN!
The first chapters are shitty now…. =.='' Well, SHITTIER.
I can't seem to get the things in the first three or four chappies rolling. IT'S SO EFFING BORING, EVEN I AM DYING AND I WROTE THIS!
You are allowed to skip some chapters, let me tell you it gets better in the… 4 CHAPTER!
Take a look at it and reconsider reading and reviewing this story please, it means a lot to me.
Oh, and if you people who are reading this are fans of GOKUHARU ( cause I am and if you want to say something I will happily open a debate for you *_* ) ahem…. Oh yeah! GO WRITE FRIGGIN STORIES FOR THEM. ME WANT STORIES * trololol face*
THAT IS ALL.
BLEACH IS NOT MINE! IT BELONGS TO TITE KUBO!
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It was quite a wonder to her, every time the males in her house fought. They could bring out such poses, some indicating something her innocent mind didn't want to comprehend,that it was… scary.
Right now, she was standing at the foot of the staircase, dressed for soccer practice, pissed of at the male part of her family for waking her up at seven fucking in the morning in the middle of summer vacation, but the most bizzare and annoying thing she saw was her father, perched up on a chair, a hand with chopsticks behind his head, the other holding a bowl of rice and sushi. He had a pretty strange look on his face. It was one of happiness , the result of seeing his daughter, and one of oh-shit-my-dear-son-were-fucked. His head slowly turned to his son, who was by now sweating as if he'd run a marathon, looking at Karin, then at his father and then again in Karins direction.
Karin, who noticed all this in three seconds flat, didn't even have time to properly say good morning, because something black and moist hit her square in the face.
Her eyes widened to dinner plates, as a result of being shocked, but then immediatelly became slits. Count in the fact that her father, who was of emotions and body language as aware as a stone is aware of the feeling of being cold or too hot, launched himself at her, screaming something along the lines of his offspring giving him a hug, her mood changed from bad to worse, and then from worse to worst.
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She was pissed. Oh Kami, she was so effing pissed, there aren't words to describe how pissed she was right now!
Being woken up at seven in the moring in the middle of summer vacation, almost tearing out her hair while combing the black mess, looking for her lost soccer utensills in her room which looked like an atom bomb fell down on it, stumbling down the stairs almost falling over, and then get greeted by her disfunctional family and a sushi in the face, she was not in a happy mood. Not at all.
And now her father was flying towards her, ready to give her a morning hug, which would surely suffocate her half to death.
Not the ideal morning, and she was still half asleep for goodness sake!
And now she wanted to beat something black and blue. You see, Karin's always had some… issues with agression and Kurosaki pride often had something to do with it, or she was simply pissed beyond recognition.
And now, the second reason was on. She was pissed of at her father, and she'll beat him together. Now.
She streched out her left foot, so that her unsuspecting fathers nose crashed into the heel, making a crunching sound.
His nose will be even more disformed now, that's for sure.
Moving her foot to the left, she let her father crash into the wall, leaving a big hole and a broken sunflower picture. Her father let out a disgruntled sound, before finnaly quieting down. Karin put her foot on the ground under the stairs and made her way towards the kitchen. Her brother was sitting there, reading news paper and sipping what looked like green tea. He wasn't eating again.
;Ichi-nii, if you don't eat something you'll get anorexic and die. ; Karin said, while rummaging through the cupboards of their kitchen.
; I'm not hungry. ; he said without looking up from the newspaper.
; You'll regret it later Ichi-nii. ; she retorded, arms full of food like cereals, apples, bananas, toast, milk butter and jam.
; How you aren't fat, I will never know. ; he looked up from his cup of tea.
; Turning poetic aren't we? Just for your information, I need energy for soccer, so I have to eat much so I won't get anorexic like you will. Should I make you something? ; the innocent question hit Ichigo like a ton of bricks.
; No, thanks Karin… I don't want to go through your… cooking again. ;
Ichigo shudered, remembering the one time his sister wanted to try cooking. Lets just say the rice wasn't the only one who suffered. The family had a few unpleasant encounters in the bathroom even weeks after her cooking. And the kitchen smelt like something died in there. Thank god their father knew how to cook, otherwise they'd have to live on fast food, and that isn't a very pleasant thought.
While he was lost in his thoughts, that was for five minutes, Karin already finished a bowl of cereals, two toasts with butter and jam and an apple/banana mix.
; You're a glutton-monster you know that? ;
; Yeah. ; she picked up her soccer ball and put on her blue sneakers. ; I'm out! ;
And with that she was gone.
Ichigo stood up from his chair, and brought the cup from his tea to the sink.
; Let's go, Kiba. ; he said, not looking up from the sink.
; Yes master. ;
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She was walking down the path she always walked. She was wearing the same clothes, humming the same melody, swinging her ball the same way and greeting the passerbys as she always did. Yet, something seemed strange today… as if something will happen. And her intuition never failed her. EVER.
There was just that… feeling in the air. Ya know, like someone's following you, watching your every move, hearing each and every one of your breaths, hearing your thumping heart as it tries to free itself from the ribcage of it's owner to run to the safest corner and stay there, as long as it can escape the scruntisizing yellow eyes and fleeting shadows… WHUT!
She quckly turned around again to check and make sure that everything was alright. And AGAIN she saw a passing shadow, fleeting yellow glances and shining teeth, bared just for the sun light to touch them and make them gleam ina terrifying fashion. She tried to control the shaking of her body in fear, but you can not do anything against primal instincs. She felt threatened, so her body had the natural urge to run away from the threat as fast as possible. But she, being a Kurosaki, had learned to supress that urge a long time ago, yet why did her entire body tell her to run back to her house and call her brother?
By now, she has surpassed the point of being terrified. She was petrified. Her entire body was shaking, eyes swishing in a crazy manner, as if trying to make out the source of the danger, yet not finding anything. The visions of yellow were now accompanied by swirls of black and white, mixing together with the shine of the windows in the midday sun.
She had dropped her soccer ball a long time ago, now standing in the middle of the desserted soccer field… alone.
She didn't even know how she got here, if she knew right, she was standing on a road a few seconds before. Her paranoia even , nor did she know how long she was standing there.
She left this morning around eight o'clock, and now the sun way high in the sky. It must've been somewhere around…midday.
She spent four hours here… How, she didn't know. So as she was standing in the middle of almost nowhere, staring off to the distance and wondering what the hell happened here, she failed to notice the source of her paranoia that was slowly nearing her.
Arms grabbed her, twisting her in a unimaginable pose, before finnaly dislocating her shoulders. She screamed in pain. The thing either knew what it was doing or it was just sheer luck. She did't know, but then again who would care about two dislocated shoulders while being attacked by….something.
Her logic was always somewhat strange.
So as she resisted, her Kurosaki will and pride would not let her be still while someone kiddnaped her, it started to smell terribly like a corpse lying in it's own sh*t and vomit. You can imagine it was terrible.
The smell stung in her nose, until her body finnaly gave in and she lost consciousness.
In the darkness we are all the same…
yet the eyes can make you shiver…
down to your spine…
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Who's Kiba?
Who CARES!
