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The Wedding and Move was 'alright,' save for minor stubbed toes and stuff. Merry Belated Christmas, Happy Belated (Chinese) New Years', Happy Belated Valentines/Singles Awareness Day, Happy Belated Saint Patrick's Day, and Happy Easter!
Damn, I missed a lot of holidays... -.-'
Anyways, on with the story!
Chapter Seven
It was three weeks after each of the three had seen the strange white flashes. Although the sun was shining, not a lot of people were outside. Sakura, Satoshi, and Yoshiro were all in the library, studying in Sakura's case, reading in Satoshi's case, and just plain staring into space in Yoshiro's case.
Sakura looked up from her study materials to glance at Yoshiro before resuming her studying. "If you don't have anything better to do, then leave. You're distracting."
Yoshiro's eyebrows crumpled in confusment. "What do you mean, 'I'm distracting?'"
"Exactly what she said, Yoshiro," replied Satoshi in Sakura's place. He hadn't looked up from his book, titled, "101 Ways in Which the Reasons Why the Human World is Strange is Explained."
"But I'm just staring off into space! What's so distracting 'bout that?" Yoshiro whined.
"It just is, Yoshiro," Sakura told him with a slight frown. "Don't ask, why don't you just do, hmm? Less annoyance that way."
Yoshiro frowned and stood up, folding his arms across his chest. "Fine! I can take a hint when I'm not wanted. Jeez..." And on that note, the white haired boy stomped away, mutters and grumbles escaping from his lips. He must have been glaring, for other Academy students had parted to give way to the boy equivalent to an eleven year old human.
Satoshi sighed in content and Sakura let a tiny smile show. Both students thought the same thing; No more annoying Hitsugaya Yoshiro.
Meanwhile, the white haired boy in their thoughts was stomping in the hallways towards his room.
"The rudness of it all! Sayin' I'm an annoyance when theywere the ones who started talking! I was just sitting there, minding my own business. People today, I swear, no manners whatsoever!" Yoshiro was so caught up in grumbling about his two (so-called!) friends, he didn't bother to notice the strange glances (read: stares) thrown his way as he walked.
Not noticing where his feet where taking him either, he soon found himself outside, standing by his and his friends' tree. He shrugged and made way to sit on the branch he had been sitting on three weeks ago. The memory, it seems, had not been buried deep as Yoshiro soon remembered the white flashes he noticed that night.
Thinking back now, I think that the flashes were just the seniors practicing shunpo at night since they couldn't sleep.Nodding contently at his thought of reasoning, Yoshiro sat back and folded his arms behind his head. Before he knew it, he had dozed off to a peaceful sleep of no dreams.
"Yoshiro."
"Shiro-kun."
"Yoshiro."
"Shiro-kun."
"..."
"SHIRO-KUN!"
The mentioned boy fell out of his tree and onto the ground as the shout was yelled in his ear. He rubbed his head as he sat up and muttered, "Ow! That hurt, y'know. Jeez, what a way to wake up..."
"Shiro-kun, you've been sleeping out here for three hours. It's almost six; if you don't hurry up, you'll miss dinner." Sakura told him, ignoring his mutters.
His head shot up at her words. "What!? I've been sleeping out here for about three hours!"
Satoshi nodded. "Yes, that's what Sakura just said, you dope. Are you still foggy from sleeping in a tree branch or did you hit your head too hard?"
"Three hours..." Yoshiro muttered. His eyes narrowed in thought. Had he really been asleep for that long? That might explain why he could barely feel his back and his bum was sore. He looked up and saw two pairs of brown eyes staring at him in concern. "What?"
"Did you not hear what I just said?" Satoshi asked, frowning. "Usually, you would have whined and stuff. Did you hit your head too hard when you fell?"
"No!" Yoshiro scowled, crossing his arms over his chest in frustration. "What, am I not allowed to think!? Jeez..."
Sakura grabbed his arm and pulled him up on his feet. "C'mon, I'm sure you want to eat or something. Let's do something else than standing around in the cold."
"I think I'm just going to go to sleep." Yoshiro told them, rubbing his eyes.
"What!? But you just spent three hours sleeping in a TREE!" Sakura glared at him, ice in her words.
Satoshi nodded in agreement. "She has a point there, Yoshiro. You should eat dinner and then study or read a book or something. Do something more than sleep, you lazy old idiot." The comment earned a glare from the said 'lazy old idiot,' who huffed and stalked towards the building, no doubt to eat dinner.
Sakura and Satoshi stood for a few minutes before realizing that they were just ditched by their white-haired friend. Sakura pouted before hurriedly walking to catch up to Yoshiro, Satoshi just a few steps behind her, both angry at the white-haired boy.
They were all a bit irritated and so into their thoughts that they didn't realize a white flash and a soft chuckle.
"Dinner was...so not appetizing!" Yoshiro complained with a whine in his voice as he flopped back onto his bed. Satoshi spared him a glance from his book that he was reading on his own bed. Sighing, he dog-eared the page he was on and put the book away.
Satoshi raised an eyebrow and in a mocking voice, he asked, "And why so, m'Lord?"
Yoshiro looked up at him and said with a pout, "'Cause there was virtually nofood whatsoever!" Satoshi stared at him with a blank look on his face. A few minutes passed and Yoshiro managed to stutter, "H-hey, Satoshi, w-why're you staring at me like that? C-could you stop? It's sorta creeping me out...big time." When Satoshi failed to respond, Yoshiro continued, "Could you at least, er, blink?"
"There was no food at dinner?"
"...Yes..."
"But you expected that there would be?"
"...Yes..."
"Even though you missed about three-fourths of dinner?"
"...Yes...Hey, could you at least blink? You've been staring at me-"
"You're a nitwit."
Yoshiro stopped talking and stared at his best friend since they were in diapers. "You just figured that out?"
Said best friend slapped his palm against his forehead. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like a "Why do I even bother?" before returning to his book. Yoshiro grinned at him from his bed.
The next day, they were walking in the hallways when Sakura overhead a whisper.
"Oi, Shiro-kun, Sato-kun, did you hear about the shinigami out in the Material World? They say she's been out there much longer than she was supposed to."
"Oh really?" Satoshi replied with a hint of interest in his voice.
"You know, that sounds vaguely familiar." Yoshiro commented with a concentrated glint in his eyes as he tried to figure out why it was familiar. The trio was quiet until Yoshiro got it. "Rukia-okaasan and Ichigo-ojisan! That's why it sounds so familiar!" The three shared a look. "Do you think...?" He trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.
Satoshi shrugged. "Who knows? History does have a way of repeating itself."
"Hopefully, the whole Winter War incident won't repeat again." Sakura said. "I don't think we need another war on our hands."
Again, Satoshi shrugged. "Perhaps it will, perhaps it won't. If it will, we can't really prevent it, only just...go with it, y'know?"
Sakura and Yoshiro stared at their best friend. "Oi, Satoshi, when'd you get all philosophy-ic on us?" Yoshiro asked rather bluntly.
Satoshi scowled. "'Philosophy-ic?' Really, Yoshiro? Really?"
"What?"
"I'm going to class." Sakura informed them as she walked away. The two paid no heed to her and continued arguing/talking to each other.
She had just placed a foot inside the classroom when a shout echoed through the halls and reached her ears.
"!!!"
She smirked before proceeding to go to her seat.
