Update already, RadiantBeam! hahaha...no, seriously...I'm on the edge of my seat over here!!
When there was only five minutes before the play started Aiko, Tatsuki, Uryuu and Setsuko had just managed to reach the school theatre. Predictably, most of the seats would have been taken by now, but the house was practically full at this point.
"Geez, Setsuko's addiction strikes again!" the raven haired teenager complained.
"It doesn't look like your lusts for sweets have gone away, either…" the small blue haired girl poked back, both figuratively and literally.
"Hey! Quit that!"
"Sweetie, stop poking Aiko…" Uryuu sighed tiredly. Maneuvering through the crowd of people in the aisles, the four finally found seats, although they were at the far side of the stage. "It seems that this show is really popular, Tatsuki…"
"Yeah…" she murmured, obviously distracted.
"Say, Setsuko, wasn't your hair reddish last time?"
"…I tried giving myself highlights…"
Aiko snorted at the thought, immediately clasping her hands over her mouth. "Yeah….it definitely worked out, huh?"
"…Tatsuki?" Uryuu tried again, this time softly shaking her arm. He quickly checked over to his left to make sure that the girls weren't listening, and then turned back toward the woman sitting on his right "If it's about Renji-"
"Uryuu…" she groaned, "…please…I'd rather not, right now…tonight, I just want to pay attention to my daughter's performance, and-"
"You know, Rukia did the same thing to Ichigo…it would've brought Sereitei to intervene if she didn't leave him…" he tried to whisper as best he could, wary of the raven haired teen still arguing with his daughter. Tatsuki on the other hand kept silent; perhaps ignoring him could more or less tell him to shut up.
"Unlike Rukia, Renji's a ranked Shinigami officer, and a male no less…no matter how spiritually aware you are, you're still a human…and if it wasn't for what he did, who knows what would've happened to Emiko?"
Her eyebrows furrowed intensely at him, but despite how tightly she held her fist, there was just no way could she hit the bespectacled man. The lights began to dim, and several of the audience members hooted at the aspect of the show finally starting. Tatsuki sighed, and shifted in her seat, and looked ahead to the stage where a single spotlight followed a girl dressed as a housewife.
Onstage, the housewife read a letter out loud, one about her husband dying in action, and she lamented and anguished over the news.
"…like I said, Uryuu…I don't want to talk about this right now…"
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The large man kept watch of the flower shop still, leaning against the wooden telephone pole as if he could do nothing else in life. He ignored the strange stares of passer bys, and not worrying about being marked by anyone inside the shop either; at most, some old man who was apparently familiar with the targets had gone in and out, bringing groceries inside the shop.
Without flinching, he was also instantly aware of the two who appeared next to him; the one curly haired woman who had a knack for complaining, and the dark haired young man who leaned against his arm.
"So, how's the shop, Mikio?" he casually asked the larger man. The woman smiled at his laid back tone, but took more caution at how the townsfolk glanced at their larger compatriot.
"Take your arm off, or I break it off…" the large man growled.
"Alright, I can take a hint, big guy…" he responded to the threat, although seemed far from intimidated. "…but you know, Kazuhiro wanted me to tell you…that you can kill them all…"
Intrigued, he glanced down for the first time, excited by the prospect but wary of the sudden news, as well as the source of it. "Ainiki…never gave me the signal…" he growled again, and returned to his duty of watching the flower shop.
"Ping's right, Mikio…" the woman spoke up. The large man glanced down to his right this time; to someone he knew was loyal to the leader. "…go…" was all she added. Not being able to hold it in any longer, Mikio smiled, and pushed off the wooden pole behind him. A pained creak sounded out, as the wood strained against a surprising weight, and his hand was indented into it.
"Let's go…" the young man glanced to Suzume, and both phased away.
"I finally…get to fight….him…" Mikio continued to mumble to himself as he crossed the street, and his eyes darkened to an almost inhuman hue.
"-Where do you think you're going, dear sir…?" The man's amber eyes peered up from the brim of his dark brown fedora, inquisitive at the larger man's actions. To say that their difference in stature was to compare a baby's arm and a tree trunk was an understatement, but it was the larger man's eyes that were gripped in fear.
After glancing toward the empty street corner from across the shop, the old man's scowl quickly changed to a smirk, even showing some of his pearl white teeth. "No matter, I had some business to attend to here, anyway." Lightly pushing the glass door in, he politely held it open for a customer holding onto a large plant to open it herself.
"Good evening, madam…"
"Good evening…" she said back. The store bell rang a second time as the burlier man walked in as well, alerting a raven haired woman to rush to the front.
"Welcome to the shop…" Rukia paused when she saw the two men enter, and a crash sang out as she dropped the potted plant from her hands.
"Rukia, what's wrong?" an orange haired man rushed from the back as well, but immediately jumped in front of the woman when he saw the same two men. "You have a lot of nerve to come here after what Uryuu told me…What the hell are you bastards doing here?" Growling, the large man stared aggressively at the Shinigami before him, wanting nothing but to let loose while innocents were still in the store as well. The older man however, simply chuckled as he took off his fedora with one hand and brushed through his graying hair with the other.
"Good evening, Lady Kuchiki…I mean, Mrs. Kurosaki…haha…" he nodded his head towards her, and then turned toward the defensively posed man in front of her. "…Doctor Kurosaki…I've been having some problems with my back recently…care to help?"
Review Response Corner
(All right, guys and girls, your favorite kitty cat is back! Aren't you curious how I sound like in English? Trust me...it's definitely worth the wait. Anyways, let's get to your wonderful reviews...)
(Well it looks like Typewriterman's finally updated, huh? Thanks for your continued support)
Ok, when are Tatsuki and Renji finally going to talk? I mean, geez, everytime she sees him it's a fight, though I
don't blame her... Update soon! -MitsukaiMizuno
Hey, if Renji is her father, than does that mean that Emiko can become a shinigami? I mean, Ichigo did it...hm...
(Chapter 12. If I'm right, you owe me a saucer of milk Deal?)
looks like typewriterman may be feeling a need to look into
the Shan era once more.
woinder what will come of it. -2ndsly
Jesus Renji, say something to her! You ain't gonna win Tatsuki back if you don't you wimp! Haha! - Bronx Shogun
(Confidence is something that catches a girl's attention. Unless he's a jerk who left her. I wonder how the poor boy will get her to listen…)
I like this chapter. I had been curious as to what Urahara was planning. You have him so much in character. With Urahara, you can never tell if the outcome was carefully planned or a strange coincidence. Either way, he always gets the job
done. Great job with that. Renji is making progress. It would have been worse if she had ignored him. I think she still feels something for him. If she didn't she would not be reacting this strongly to his presence. Great story. I hope you update soon with another well written chapter.
(He's a strange one, alright. Otherwise I would have never help him leave Sereitei…but that's a story for another time…)
Ouchie. Looks like Tatsuki's still holding a grudge or two. Good luck to Renji. Update soon! (Yes, I know I haven't updated Over And Over Again... I'm working on it...) -RadiantBeam
(I think I know what Typewriterman would say as a response. Still, you have your own life, unlike a certain amateur author who's always cooped up in his room…)
(Typewriterman: Geez, again with the cheap shot!!)