Shinanai Paranoia
Turbulence
"Don't touch me and leave me alone!"
Gin watched as the boy retreated back into his room. The man pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his frustration getting the better of him. He set the box onto the kitchen counter. "Why would the boy do something like that? That is something I would do."
"I told you that he was a mini version of you."
The silver haired man cursed at his zampaktuo spirit and turned on the water at the sink, quickly washing his hands and then moving onto the vegetables that the woman had brought. He picked the first up. "She's horrible at picking out good produce."
"I suggest not telling her that. She sees her as the best house wife for you ever, you know."
"Seriously... shut up." Gin kept working at the food for his and Toshiro's dinner. A sudden stirring to his side caused him to turn and see the boy standing next to him, looking at him with his eyes narrowed. "What now?"
"What are you doing?" The boy held an arm over his nose.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cooking us something to eat. Why are you asking questions?"
"No reason." Gin heard Toshiro's hand moving across the counter and then there was silence for a good period of time when he realized that things were to quiet. He stopped and listened carefully and heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. He at first shook his head, but something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
His head titled up to look back at the bathroom. Seeping out from under the door was a puddle of water. Letting out a sigh of irritation he pushed the cigarette into an ashtray and headed over to the bathroom. He knocked his fist on the door. "Shiro-chan... are you all right." The sound of cursing could be heard on the other side of the door. Opening up the door caused him to take a deep breath. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" The boy looked at him from his precarious position on the edge of the tub. Two bright teal eyes glared at him through narrowed eyelids as the boy glared at him. "It wasn't supposed to do that."
"I'm not sure what you mean by that." Gin stepped into the water and turned off the flow. "I'll have to go out now and get something to clean this mess up."
"Good riddance. Serves you right for kidnapping me like you did."
"So you're admitting that you're a kid?"
"Nothing of the sort."
Gin looked at the ground, frowning as he did. "So... can you behave and not get into anymore trouble while I'm gone?"
"Of course not. I aim right now to make your life miserable."
"You..." The man looked the boy right in the face.
"Yes sir, he said what you think he said, sir."
The man took a deep breath. "Ah... well... why are you on the edge of the tub?"
"You think that I'm going to step into toilet water of all things Ichimaru? That is absolutely disgusting."
"Well... that settles things." Gin stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He could hear the boy's voice from the other side of the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I have a sure fired way to make sure you stay out of trouble, so stay put."
"And what do I have to do if I have to go to the bathroom!"
"I thought you already went. You decided to go into the trashcan as well as the toilet."
"I didn't finish into the stupid trashcan and I wasn't using the bathroom in here!"
Gin took a deep breath. "Then what pray tell went down the toilet?"
"None of your damn business!"
The man let out a sigh, only to find his nose twitching as the smell of something burning reached his nose. He spun around and saw that the food he was cooking was actually burning. He stepped over to the food and grabbed the fire extinguisher. Letting out a sigh he shook his head. "I need another cigarette."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Yes... well... I know what he flushed down the toilet."
"What do you..." Gin's hand reached out to where he had put his cigarettes and a frown suddenly spread across his face. "That little turd."
"I guess he didn't like the smell."
"He was fine with his former taicho smoking. Seriously... he's got some nerve."
The man grabbed the pad of paper he kept by the phone and scribbled a list on it. "Let's see... a mop or one of those nice wet vacs they sell now. I also need dinner and more cigarettes."
"He doesn't like you smoking."
"I could care less. If he doesn't like it then he can very well just tell me!" The man went to the door and locked it behind him, heading down the stairs. He walked along with his hands in his pocket, his mouth creased with frustration. "I've honestly enough problems keeping him inside and safe as it is. I can't let anything bad happen to him, but already a lot of crap is going on. Not to mention the fact I didn't expect that child to be so... annoying."
He arrived at the first shop and bought the wet vacuum, not at all pleased with the cost of such an item. He then hauled the item into the small corner shop to buy his cigarettes. "You know... I'll just order take out from home... though there is no telling what the boy will do when that person gets to the phone. I may very well just order before I start cleaning. They might arrive while there is still a mess and he'll be stuck in the bathroom."
"Now that is just cruel."
"Cruel? Well... he's being just plain stupid. I never expected him to be this daft."
