AU
Umm… a lot of random things. no real point but I just felt like writing this good or not. There's a second one too it cause it's really long. Mainly cause its conversations
NOISES such as BANG get it?
Text which is written mainly in this form not simplified (from/written by momo)
Because that's how I write unless I'm writing a lot (from/written by toshiro)
Conversations PT 1
Being shy had a lot of down factors; people sometimes think your rude because your too scared to talk, you are too scared to talk, presentation in class kill you, group projects are torture, making friends is hard, people brush you off and think your opinion (when you have the guts to say it) is worthless, and you can barley talk to the ONE guy you'd like too. The plus side? The friends you do make are true and the best ever, most teachers tend to love and go easy one you, and the ONE guy you barley have the guts to talk to but do from time to time thinks you are one of the few NOT annoying people.
'Being shy sucks.' One Hinamori Momo thought as she walked to her math class (her only class that she was smart enough to get AP not that she liked all the work) thinking about the ups and downs of shyness, it wasn't improving her mood.
Another downside is people think it's ok to walk over you and pick on you; as some popular girls had decided to do to pass their time in the locker room waiting for the bell to dismiss class.
Locker room was never a fun experience which was made worse by the lack (existence) of friends in her gym class. At least her gym teacher Ms. Yoruichi was nice and fun.
'But the students aren't.' a voice claimed in her head.
She thought about telling her parents once but decided that as long as she didn't listen to the other students than she should be good; her parents already had to worry about her little sister, Yachiru.
Her sister was hanging out with an older (WAY WAY OLDER) guy named Kenpachi who was known to get into fights and (according to rumor) kill people. Yeah, her parents didn't need to worry about her.
She sighed as she closed her locker; the end of the day was finally, FINALLY, here and she was free to go home.
She walked down the hall and turned the corner, most people were gone by now and this hallway was empty. It was as peaceful as a school could get. She enjoyed the silence that seemed so unnatural for the school than, BANG!
The sound of something hitting a locker with quite a bit of force.
Toshiro's day could be summed up in one simple word; abhorrent, or at least a simple word for him.
His day started with him getting up late, 5:00 when he'd usually get up at 4:30 (of resent at least) which made his day all the worse.
His dad was up for some strange reason that Toshiro had yet to comprehend why a jobless man would get up at five in the morning just to yell, scream, and rant about how stupid this world was; and at anyone who was up and in the same room.
Toshiro didn't blame his father entirely. He was stressed and jobless and his dad never took well to stress; Toshiro felt happy that he wasn't drinking, doing drugs, or anything else that would cause his family to fall apart.
He was being optimistic; the world had to be ending.
The getting up late and not feeling like being yelled at caused him to rush to leave, but he got sidetracked because his mom woke up (their neighbors probably did too) and starting yelling at his father but when he wouldn't listen she turned on Toshiro.
He forgot his science binder and therefore the work he needed for that day. He hadn't felt like eating breakfast because lunch was fairly early in the morning (and he sort of forgot that too) but, alas he missed lunch do to the fact that his science teacher got pissed that Toshiro didn't have his work and kept him after class and then he realized he forgot lunch money and had no lunch so he stole a granola bar (or something like that) from Abarai and Matsumoto gave him half her lunch because whatever that granola bar thing was just wasn't enough food for her to be satisfied.; she stared at him slightly worried about him, he NEVER ate sweet things. All his teachers seemed pissed off for one reason or another and piled on the work/homework, he almost regretted getting into all AP classes.
Now he had to go home. His mom would be at work and his dad would apologize excessively for his yelling in the morning. After Toshiro would (finally) convince him it was ok he would have to help his neighbor who would've heard the screaming that morning and start worrying about his welfare. This would probably result in a full upper body exam to make sure there were no bruises or any other sign of beating. Then it would move on to his eating, he swore he did eat; Rangiku made sure of that. Then his homework would need to be done.
Somewhere in there Toshiro was adding lots and lots of food; his stomach growled at the thought.
None of this made his day any better because he had to walk home and his backpack had all the books he could fit but he ended up having to carry two books; algebra and history, two of his largest books; it almost made him happy that he was missing his overly stuffed science binder.
His back hurt, he was hungry, he was miserable, and, oh joy, it started raining.
'This day is one of the worst of my life.' He thought as he groaned.
He slammed his head against his locker.
It still didn't hurt as much as his back did.
"Umm… are you ok?" a nervous voice asked.
'People are still here?' he thoughts slightly confused until he remembered some people probably got stuck here waiting for rides too. A ride. Why hadn't he thought of that before?
Remembering that the girl had asked a question he looked up and replied in a monotone voice, "Yes."
He recognized the girl. Hinamori Momo; one of the few girls who didn't annoy him to death and the only girl he found remotely interesting. Not that he talked to her, it was more like small comments to each other; he mainly heard about her from Rangiku. Call him a chicken but he didn't talk to anyone so it would be obvious if he talked to her without a reason.
"Are you sure?" she asked again.
"Yes."
"Ok then… err…." She bit her lip. The distant boy ignored her trying to think of someone who could give him a ride home.
Not one of his mother's friends' because they would never shut up about annoying things; he'd have to pretend to be in a good mood. One of his father's friends' would work perfectly. His father had an array of trustworthy friends that Toshiro knew he could call without his father's permission if he really needed too.
He sighed, now just to figure out who.
He placed his bag and books on the floor; he might be there a little while.
"Do you not have a ride either?" he asked the girl deciding that if she was going to be there he might as well acknowledge her existence; she wasn't annoying like most of the other girls anyways, so what was the harm?
"Well… no. I don't want to bug my mom and dad at work; they have strict bosses. I don't know anyone else who could give me a ride. You don't know anyone either?" she asked.
"Well, I could crawl home with all this shit way faster than my mom could get here, my dad doesn't have a car, and I still have to think of people I could call; they'd all be friends of my dad anyways." He added for no particular reason.
Now to think.
The list of his dad's friends that he could call started at 17. His dad was a bit of a people person.
Someone who would be able to pick him up with no problem and wouldn't mind; 6 people left.
They wouldn't force him to be polite or act like he was in a spectacular mood; 3 people left.
Someone who wouldn't mind an extra person; 1 person left.
"Takahiro." He suddenly stated while taking out his phone to call.
Momo blinked at him feeling a little sad that she couldn't think of anyone.
"He wouldn't mind offering you a ride too if it's ok with your parents." He stated wile flipping through his contacts; when did he get so many? He wasn't the people person, his dad was!
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind as long as I got home safely." She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. This day was talking a very bright turn even if the skies were getting darker!
He had the pone pressed up to his ear now.
"Takahiro?" the boy asked, clearly someone had answered.
Pause.
"Yeah, it's me."
Pause.
"Don't say it that way."
Pause.
"I need a ride home for me and one other person."
Pause.
"No, and even if he did you think I would ask? His driving scares me."
Pause.
"Well, that is why I'm calling!"
Pause.
"What was your hint? Can you or can you not give us a damn ride." He sounded exasperated.
Pause.
"Thank you."
Pause.
"Shut up."
Pause.
"Kay."
He hung up.
"Umm… so he can?" she asked gently. He nodded.
There was a long awkward silence that was driving them both mad. Momo didn't really talk that much to him anyways and she was still slightly nervous. Toshiro wasn't a people person and didn't really feel the need to talk often. He didn't know how to start a conversation himself; he'd become accustom to people starting the conversation first unless it was one of his closer friends. He wished Hinamori was one of his closer friends.
'Closest friend.' Some part of him nagged at the back of his mind.
"Umm…. How was your day?" Momo asked awkwardly as they started going for the front of the school. 'Such a stupid question!' she thought.
"Horrible." Toshiro stated flatly. Momo blinked at him. Well, that would explain the monotone voice he kept using but… what was she supposed to do!
"Oh. Uh…" she started.
"It's getting better. I guess." he added.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
"That's good!" she said brightly.
Toshiro couldn't hide a small smile at how bright and happy the girl was; it was contagious. This caused her to get even happier.
"You're smiling! That has to be a good sign!"
"I'm not smiling!" he forced it down instead replacing it with a 'scowl' that could've been argued as a pout; Momo decided to ignore that fact.
"Not now, but you were!"
"Was not!" he argued back childishly. He'd never admit this but it was sorta fun, arguing with her.
"Mhm, yes, of coarse not." She said sarcastically.
"Glad you agree." He responded.
"I was being sarcastic." Momo pointed out.
"I know; I just chose to ignore it. Sheesh, I'm not a moron." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, you sound like one when you 'choose to ignore' sarcasm." She said while a pout formed on her face.
"Or maybe you're just bad at sarcasm." He pointed out lightly.
"Well…. Then you wouldn't have chose to ignore it!" she stated triumphantly.
"Maybe I'm just smart enough to realize you meant that in a sarcastic way. It wouldn't be that hard to figure out if you follow the conversation line." He shot her down with a smirk.
"That is…." She couldn't think of anything.
"True." He sufficed. She grumbled in annoyance.
"Whatever," she said, "This isn't a conversation; it's an argument. Quite a stupid one too." She changed the subject.
"Arguments are over a specific subject. We started out arguing and went into a heated conversation." He loved his parents dearly, he really did.
"It was too an argument!" really, did he always have to be right?
"No it wasn't but now it is." He smirked again. He could do this all day.
"Whatever!" she silently admitted defeat.
"See? So simple." He said as sweetly as he could bring himself to be; which wasn't that much but still noticeable.
"You are so frustrating!" she yelled at him.
"Wow, you're just figuring that one out? Anyone could've figured that out without even having to talk to me." he said with exaggerated surprise. "Well, actually, I don't talk anyways."
"I noticed." Momo stated. "Why is that?"
He shrugged, "Just don't." he was clearly going back to as short as possible responses.
"I guess I shouldn't really be talking…" she added.
"Probably not." He agreed.
There was another pause.
"The conversation died." Momo randomly said not really thinking about it.
"You really do like to state the obvious don't you? Or do you think I am so stupid as to not realize that myself?" he said with an amused look on his face.
"It's hard to take you for stupid once you start talking. You tend to talk like your older." She stated simply sort of hoping he'd make a comment on that, she always wondered why but Rangiku never cared enough to ask.
"It's not my fault; my dad used to always have people from work over. Actually, he usually has people over." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"If he always has people over than wouldn't you be used to talking?" she wondered aloud.
"Not people from his work. You think I want to talk to those people? Sorry, I'm not that into the stock market." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh…. You said did?" she inquired of the white haired boy.
"Lost his job." He said shortly. Momo took this as a sign that he didn't like to talk about something if he was using short answers.
"Oh, sorry," she muttered.
"Doesn't matter," he shrugged it off. By this time Momo noticed that they'd made it to the front of the school.
"What kind of car does… umm…" she couldn't remember the name.
"Takahiro Ryo and a black pick up." he offered.
"Ok." She could sense the conversations end once she said that.
"Why do I always have to start the conversation?" she asked after a short amount of time.
"'Cause I suck at it. I'm better at responding when I want too." He glanced over at her. Momo could tell he was getting comfortable around her if he was starting to talk more… average.
"Then why don't you start the conversation?" Momo persisted.
"Didn't I just say I suck at that?" he gave her an incredulous look.
"Yep, but if you are oh so against it then just choose a subject." Momo was dead set on getting him to at least semi start it.
He gave her a blank stare.
"Come on! It's not that hard! Just say a random subject!" she whined.
"Um… dogs?" it was more of a question but it worked.
"You like dogs?" Momo asked.
He just shrugged again. "I have a puppy but I wouldn't say I have any particular liking of dogs in general."
"What kind of puppy?" He might not have loved dogs but Momo did, she loved pets in general though but she loved puppies and kittens the most.
"An Alaskan Malamute named Hyourinmaru. He loves people, dogs, and for some strange reason the neighbors cats. I he goes over there often enough to get used to them." He seemed happier talking about his dog. He almost seemed, excited; not to any great extent but it made his eyes brighter.
"Do you have any pictures?" Momo asked excitedly. She really did love pets.
"Uh, yeah." He took out his cell phone again, pressed a few buttons and handed her the phone.
Momo flipped through the pictures of the adorable little puppy but when she flipped it to a certain all she could make out was the puppy, a couch, and white before Toshiro snatched his phone back.
"Hey! I was looking at that!" she really wanted to know what it was.
"Exactly. You don't need to see that. Anyways, it's my phone." He pointed out to the pouting girl, "And," he added, "Takahiro is here."
The two teenagers picked up their stuff and once they saw the car stop made a dash out the door and into the car before they got completely soaked.
The car didn't have that much space and with both student's backpacks and Hitsugaya's two overly large books, there wasn't all that much space but it wasn't uncomfortable either. The heat was on, it was dry, and she was getting a ride home; she couldn't complain.
Takahiro was definitely around Momo's dads' age with graying brown hair but he had quite a bit more muscle than her dad did. It made her wonder what he did for a living.
"So," Takahiro started, "I never got your name or an address."
"Hinamori Momo, nice to meet you." She then gave her address (too lazy to make one up so use your imagination)
"You two do realize how close you live to each other?" he pointed out.
Neither spoke because neither had realized.
"I'll take that as a no. Do you two even know each other?" he asked as they started driving.
"Yes." They both stated at the same time.
"How well? Sadly, I can't imagine Toshiro talking all that much. Never did take after his father; that man never shuts up while this one never talks."
"Shut up." Toshiro growled.
"I know more than most people…" Momo said.
"Amazing, I thought only Matsumoto-san would be able to say that."
"Shut up!" Toshiro was slightly worried that he'd start talking about him. He'd sort of forgotten that detail about Takahiro when he'd called.
"Naw, it's too much fun telling stories about other people's children to people you don't know; makes me feel like I actually have a child." He joked.
"Talk about someone who's not sitting in this car or, better yet, isn't me!" he glared at the back of Takahiro's head. (Toshiro is sitting behind him)
"But I don't want anyone sneezing². Someone might think they caught a cold from all this rain.
"That's just a stupid myth!" the prodigy pointed out.
"Who cares? Anyways, Hinamori-san, do you know he has a puppy?" he asked.
"I was looking at pictures just before you showed up actually. Hey, thinking about that," she paused for an effect, "What was that picture?" she asked sweetly.
"It was none of your concern." Toshiro replied stiffly.
"What picture?" Takahiro interrupted.
"Nothing!" Toshiro snapped; couldn't anyone just leave him alone?
"Awe, come on! Can't I just see it!" she whined.
"No." he said firmly.
"Why can't she?" Takahiro added again. "I really don't want to think you have bad things on your phone."
"I don't! What do you take me to be? A pervert?" he asked as annoyance filled his face.
"No but—"
"There is someone else in the car ya know." Toshiro pointed out. He was going to use any excuse he could find to get out of that conversation; hearing it once was enough for him.
"You really want me to just shut up don't you?"
"That would be nice."
Takahiro stayed quite the rest of the ride to Momo's house so it was just the two of them 'talking,' Momo insisted on calling it arguing.
"Hey, you never did show me that picture!" she said before she got out the car to face the rain.
"No, you haven't yet. Are you going to get out?" Toshiro asked. Momo could see playfulness in his eyes.
'What's he thinking?' she thought then sighed. It was just impossible to tell with him.
"Fine. Bye." She called opening the door and sprinting for it.
Once in the dry house she shed her shoes and coat and changed into dry clothes. (it's still raining really hard) then her phone, which she'd put on the desk buzzed.
its toshiro
she blinked. What? How'd he get her number?
howd you get my number?
she waited a few minutes. Long, drawn out minutes.
rangiku never said i was a good pickpocket?
She gaped at the phone. He stole her phone? When? And he took her number. then she realized something else, it stated his name. he'd added himself to her contacts.
no. you added yourself to my contacts!
Really, he was so frustrating, but she had his number now…
dont want it delete it is that to hard?
Very frustrating.
your anoying but i supose i should get used to that
she sighed. Oh well, she kind of found it fun, arguing with him.
you should itll be very rewarding
she sat down on her bed.
how so?
The next text she got was a picture message with no title.
She burst out giggling.
It was the picture she had tried to look at but Toshiro hadn't let her.
It was definitely taken by someone else but she didn't know why he kept it if he didn't like. Momo was planning on keeping it. There was no way she was ever deleting it. Not if her life depended on it. Then again who would?
Toshiro was sound asleep on a couch wearing (from what she could see) a loose black t-shirt and loose black jeans with his face pressed into the fur of one Hyourinmaru, his arms rapped around the puppy in a tight embrace while slightly curled around the small dog. The two cutest things ever in one picture; it was just too cute to be described.
She saved the picture.
thats so CUTE! .
she could care less how pissed he got. She wasn't near him.
happy?
She was a little surprised he hadn't threatened her.
beyond! im not deleting it
she didn't care what he said or thought.
didnt tell you to
she sighed again. He was confusing. Yet she liked him anyways.
sorta thought you would
she took out her agenda flipping open to where her homework was written down. She'd finished quite a bit in study hall so it wasn't too much.
you wouldnt want to show it to anyone people would obsess
He did have a good point.
so? why do you think i care if they obsess?
She only had math. A lot of math at that though.
they would bug you
she should've known that one too.
its still somthing i could hang over your head
she took out her calculator
but you wouldnt. your not like that. thats why i like you so much
she stared. Well, it had always been a given he didn't hate her or think of her neutrally, he did talk to her a little. Today had just been more than usual. But still. Him actually saying it, text or not, was a big thing. He hadn't even told something like that to Rangiku. And he actually talked to her on a regular basis.
Now what was she supposed to say? Before she could think of something her phone buzzed again.
plus your not obnoxious like rangiku or as loud your not too quite either or too obsessed or too much or too little of any one thing
had she fallen asleep while trying to solve her math homework? That was the sweetest thing she'd ever known him to say.
so your saying im not annoying in a really long way
that had to be it. She flopped down.
no
when she needed him to elaborate he didn't. of coarse.
elaborate
her stomach clenched in anxiety.
what happens when something isnt too little or too much? its perfect.
Momo was getting really anxious now.
so im perfect?
had he ever called anything perfect before?
to me.
got to go. see you at school tomorrow
Momo let loose a large smile.
see you!
she hopped around her room. Today was probably the best day ever; even if it was pouring outside.
YOU SURVIVED! And there's still another chapter! Yeah, this is just a bunch of random conversation. T~T no need to point it out! I already know. T.T
Here's a little picture that might give you a better image of Toshi and his puppy. It's pretty much the same except with Toshiro hugging the dog in his sleep. I don't know if the link works but here it is—
http :/ farm4 . static . flickr . com /3234 /282 490 4793_78 d5ef3 75b . jpg
