Disclaimer: Bleach is owned by Kubo. Fiction is mine.
Summary: Another one of their normal conversations. Partly AU, partly not.
Author's notes: ShinHiyo. Extremists because I personally find that the pair have extreme personalities.
Warning: Language.
It still left him wondering, even after all these years; why, above all people that he saw in those dirty streets, he had chosen to get close to her.
She was none too pretty, heck, she hardly even look and appear pretty. Hardly.
She was none too cute either, because she just wasn't. At all.
She was just Sarugaki Hiyori.
A noisy, dirty, loud, brash, annoying little monkey that have somehow, one way or the other; miraculously obtained the body of a little girl. Hell, it would probably take a whole lot of scrutinizing and squinting until one can really see her as a girl.
Hiyori.
"Hey."
Almost instantaneously, he broke from his daze and turned to look at her. The said monkey-girl stood just a few feet away from him, dressed in that usual flaming red jumpsuit of hers.
"Hey Hiyori. What'd ya want, huh? We already had lu-"
A firm kick planted on his face was all that it took to make him shut up, leaving his sentence unfinished, hanging in the air.
"The Hell was that for, ya annoying brat?" thundered Shinji, covering his already hundred-times-broken nose with his right hand. Hiyori raised her eyebrows, a smug look plastered on her face.
"I ain't talking bout lunch, ya dipshit," she answered coolly, her skinny arms crossed in front of her chest. Shinji glared at her, and upon seeing the forlorn expression on her freckled face, softened.
"Aight, aight. I'm sorry, Hiyori."
He knew what she was getting at, or trying to - it seemed to him, without much effort, get at.
She turned sharply away, skinny arms still crossed, draped across her white shirt underneath of her jumpsuit jacket.
"I forgot, ya know I have a lotta things in ma head," Shinji added, walking over to her. He paused for a brief moment before continuing.
". . . the city ain't gonna run away ya know," he continued, standing directly in front of her now, looking down at her.
There was no response. Hiyori could be very difficult at times, he knew. One of those times being now, right now. He rolled his eyes, and tried again.
"Hiyori."
That seemed to get her attention, even if only a bit, as she bared her sharp fang out.
"Tch, stupid baldy. Forgetting our evening stroll," she retorted finally, walking ahead of him, small knuckles shoved deep inside her pant's pockets.
"Are ya comin' or what, you fuckin' baldy?" urged Hiyori, as she noticed that the male blond was still standing at the same spot from earlier.
Shinji grinned his usual, Cheshire-grin and followed her.
"Yea yea, I hear ya," he replied, getting up on his feet.
Hiyori grunted as what could be an approval as far as Hiyori could go, but she continued muttering curses and calling him names.
"Hmph. Baldy. Stupid baldy."
Shaking his head, Shinji regarded all of those coolly, even her accurate-kick-in-the-face stunt earlier.
After all, that was just Hiyori.
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