Looks like another update before hell freezes over! I'm so worried about failing math, that somehow, it gave me enough brain juice to pump out this chappie! I just now realized that when I say the word "Chappie", that it's also the name of everyone's favourite bunny! Geeze, that was random... I was hoping to be Ichigo for Halloween, but I'm not paying $150 for a shinigami costume, and I have yet to order a Nice Vibe shirt, and I still need to find an orange wig. Looks like another scary movie night with my friends, or a date with my computer to make a special update.
If you know of a place where I can get a Nice Vibe shirt, that makes them exactly like Ichi's, (I'm not very open minded) send me a link ASAP!
Disclaimer:Unfortunately, I do not own Bleach in any way, shape, or form. I do own this fic, and if I catch you copying it, I'll skin you alive.
Yuzu dug through the drawer, shakily.She's not supposed to be in Karin's room with out permission; she found that out awhile back, the hard way. Notebooks, CD's, floppys, and a shitload of paperclips, hole-punches, and pens. Where the hell were her crypt notes on 'The Scarlet Letter' ?
She had a book report due on Monday, and had been too busy playing tonsel hockey with Jinta to get the damn thing done. The assignment had been given out about six weeks ago; it was due on Valentines Day.
"Damn it! Why didn't I just read the damn thing?" Yuzu pulled at her hair a little. "Stupid Horuma-sensei! Why the hell didn'tyou assign a less boring book?"
"Well, you see, you're the less fortunate of us both, so you ended up with an old fart who blames his poor socil life on defenseless highschoolers." Karin leaned against the doorframe.
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit is right. Next time you want my crypt notes, look in Ichigo's closet. Up by the boxes of old records, and Dad's 8-track player." Karin went up to Yuzu, and pulled some hair from her head.
"What the hell was that for?" Yuzu rubbed her head. "I know I came here unpermitted, but shouldn't you be cutting the pockets out of my jeans?"
"Do you want me to?" Karin smirked at her sister. "Help me clean this up. I need your hair to see if anyone's been tampering with my stuff. I could use my own, but you're the one who came in here."
"Great. After this, I need those crypt notes. Apparently, when that Asano boy that Ichigo used to hang out with tried an internet report, several different ones, and shit-for-brains has seen them all." Yuzu kneeled to help her sister pick up the mess of paperclips and floppys.
Karin flushed the toilet, and slugged a load of the mouthwash. Damn, I hate morning sickness. Karin spit the mouthwash out, and went back into her room.
She was still working on the report. It was kind of hard with just crypt notes. She read the book about a year ago on a bet with Chad. If she couldn't read it, she wasn't aloud to have any liquor for six months. if she could, Chad had to let her have the extra keys to his truck, and not where his brightly coloured shirts for a week. That's how she broke him of the blindingly bright shirts.
Karin didn't retain a word of 'The Scarlet Letter'.
Karin pulled out a floppy; it had the same one her mom had used when she was in highschool. She looked it over, but remembered that even her mother had Horuma, way back in the eighties.
She went back to her report, and ht the 'Print' button.
Karin put the report in a sheet protector, and then put it into her binder. She'd spent about five hours on it, and hadn't had anything to eat in that time period. By now, the fetus inside her was getting a bit angry, and even at this early stage, it was a feisty one. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...
Isshin looked through the messages in his mailbox, and found the one he'd been waiting for. There'd been a test done for Karin about three days ago; it had taken about an hour to get Karin still enough for the needle. She'd racked the doctor four times, and they finally had to get Ichigo to do it.
She didn't rack him, but she made him get her icecream afterwards. It's been that way since Ichigo had started giving her the vaccines, instead of their father doing it. He'd had to take care of a patient one day when Ichigo was about thirteen, and he'd been doing it since then.
"It's all good!" Isshin jumped for joy, happy that the amneocentesis had come out fine.
He ran out into the kitchen, then to other various rooms to spread the joy.
YAY! Another chapter down! I'm sorry if some of the things in this fic are a bit off, but I've been watching DiscoveryHealth every chance I've gotten specially for this fic, and I'm starting to lose it all. Thanks for reading!
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