The warm bubbles that were not left over from contact with a certain strawberry fizzled. Then they popped and I was left with blind anger. Oh, how I'd love to kill that stupid hat-wearing-traitor. No, killing him wouldn't be enough. I'd dissect him with my awesome ice powers, crush every organ in him, and freeze his entrails. Then, I'd drop all of that in boiling oil which I'd pour into fire—but not before I extracted his brain and made it into mashed potato.
His brain was the start of everything.
Urahara Kisuke had once been my teacher. He specialized in science, particularly biotic life and genesis (the last part had been a joke on his age, one he'd initiated). Eventually, experiments weren't enough for him, and he ventured to the human world to learn their secrets. No one knew what happened then, but whatever it was, it was enough to get him a lifetime ban and a kill on sight issued.
But now? I wasn't sure. Jinta and Ururu were definitely human, but they showed no sign of experimentation. There was also the matter of Tessai (the tall muscled man I had failed to recognize), a previous sealing expert.
Yup, another vampire.
Oh god, how many old acquaintances was I going to meet here?
But no matter now. Ichigo was staring at me with a curious expression on his face like—if you don't explain now, I'm going to throw you off a cliff.
And out there somewhere, a tsunami was 30 minutes away. Right. Focus on the tsunami.
"Do you know him?" slipped out of Ichigo's mouth. I blinked stupidly. Huh? Was he talking to me? His amber eyes swirled with many emotions and a found a trace of brown. Don't stare at me with those eyes!
I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not—
"Are you going to answer?"
"Huh?" I was jerked out of my completely sane declarations of sanity. I am sane. Right. I am. Um…
"Never mind…damned midget," Ichigo grumbled. Oh wait! There was still a tsunami waiting to happen!
"I promise I'll explain later! We need to get out of here!"
Realization dawned in Ichigo's eyes. Without waiting for consent, he started to shove everyone out the door. A sigh of relief escaped me. This was crazy.
Oh, if only I knew it was only the calm before the storm.
A/N: Sorry, we're hooked on short chapters. It's so…anyways, you can blame James Patterson. His chapters are even shorter than ours.