Sunday was completely uneventful. I trained with Yoruichi then searched for this freaking stalker. When I catch whoever has been following, the first question they are going to answer is if they saw me naked. I'm completely serious. I learned absolutely nothing and my deadline is Wednesday.
Today, being Monday, has also kind of sucked so far. Do you know how hard it is to look for a person only you can see while pretending to be interested in the guy Yuki wants to be asked to the dance by? She has a list. She kept talking non stop for an hour and a half. There is this guy in her English class with black hair and purple eyes or a guy in her art class with white hair.
I was zoned out. I barely caught a word of it. Stupid dance. Why do all of those girls care so much about it anyways? I kind of fuzzed into reality for a moment when Yuki spoke to me.
"So who are you going with?" She said.
"What? Oh, uh nobody. I don't really plan on going. I don't have a dress or anything." I went back to searching for spiritual pressure.
"WHAT?" Yuki practically screamed. That snapped me out of it. And got half the people also eating lunch on the roof to turn and stare at us. "You are going to the dance. I know this girl, Yuzu. She is really sweet and I'm sure would help you pick out a dress. I have no fashion sense, and would be absolutely no help."
I perked up at the name Yuzu. "Yuzu Kurosaki? In our freshman class?" I asked Yuki.
"Yep! I have her phone number here, give me a second…" She fumbled through her bag for her phone.
I giggled. "She's my twin sister. Trust me, I don't need her phone number. She calls me three times a day."
"Really? She will DEFINITELY help me force you to the dance!" Great now I have to listen to Yuki's idea of "the perfect dress" for me. I poked my awareness for spiritual pressure out into the open again. Nothing. Wait, I think I might have got something. I tasted the spiritual pressure. So familiar… Where was it from? I tasted it again. The closet in the hallway.
"Oh! Maybe pink…"
"HE WAS IN MY FREAKING HOUSE!" I shrieked. I was freaking out I didn't care how many people were staring. The stalker was in my closet, well not my closet, but the closet. Completely freaking out.
"Karin, are you okay? You look sick. Maybe you should go to the clinic next period." Yuzu sounded worried.
"Yea, I will. Sorry." I picked up my things and smiled at Yuzu. Walking to the clinic I kept thinking. Who would the soul society send to stalk me? I only know the names of some of the captains and lieutenants. Well, and Renji. Bastard walked in on me changing. And on a completely different subject, why the hell did they send someone to stalk me?
Ok, let the news sink in that someone you don't know was hiding in your closet while looking completely natural and happy the rest of the day. You try it and tell me how you feel.
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Toshiro's POV
"Hyorinmaru!" Hollows were coming from everywhere. I had to release an obscene amount of spiritual pressure to get rid of them. They kept coming. Someone had to be controlling them. They might be controlled by that shinigami who left the soul society last year.
He didn't have a reason for leaving, I think he just wanted to. I didn't want to get rid of the poor guy if I saw him, but I must follow orders. Plus, these hollows that were attacking me probably were being controlled by his zampacto.
I kept going. I was so close to the school I didn't dare go to the limits of the (what is the spiritual pressure seal thing called). Suddenly I felt a flare of Karin's spiritual pressure. It made me wonder what had gotten her so upset.
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Karin's POV
I was fuming. In my house. In my freaking house! Yuzu sleeps there! I SLEEP THERE! At times like this I need Ichigo to show up and kick some shinigami ass.
I reluctantly got out of the clinic and made my way down to the last period of the day, homeroom. It was only twenty minutes long, but they were going to release the results of the soccer auditions. If I got in, practice started next Monday. Hopefully I will be a shinigami by then. But Yoruichi did say that the process is almost exactly like Ichigo's hollofication process.
I finally got to the room and who was waiting for me? My two friends. Yuki still had the "I am going to hold you down and force makeup on your face" look, while Daichi was biting his lip so hard, in a nervous way, it was nearly bleeding.
I went over to them sort of jumping on the balls of my feet.
"Hey, Daichi. Yuki!" Now I was really getting nervous. Daichi's lip was actually bleeding now. Yuki's face lit up and Daichi continued biting his bleeding lip.
A teacher, one I didn't know came in with the paper. She posted it on the cork board by the door and I got over there so fast I surprised myself. I scanned the paper eagerly, not noticing that people were crowding around me to take a look.
There it was. My name! And to make things better, Daichi's was there to!
"We got on! We got on! We got on!" I was so happy. I jumped up and gave a hug to the person beside me. Luckily, that person was Daichi. He just stared at the paper in awe.
I am having such a good day!
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Toshiro's POV
I just had an awful day. So many hollows. I was exhausted and the only good part of my day was the news that Karin made it on the soccer team.
