Well, back again, still procrastinating homework. Yep.
We walk back over, through the maze of cars.
"So what were you going to say? Before?" I ask.
"Oh. I dunno." He says offhandedly, and walks faster.
"Really?"
"No."
"What were you going to say?" I repeat.
"Nothing! Really."
"Fine. Will you tell me if I tell you why I care?"
classSection2"About what?" This guy can be really fucking THICK HEADED sometimes...
"About you dying! About anything!"
"Oh! No, I won't. I don't care why you care really." He shrugs."I was just kinda being argumentative. I tend to do that."
"Dully noted." We approach the car, and I scrunch my nose. "What the hell are you guys listening to?"
"WHAT?!" Shuuhei yells. "You haven't ever heard Wu-Tang?!"
Hichigo laughs. "Chill, he listens to jazz and techno..." Emphasise on the 'techno'.
"Techno's GUHEEEEEEEEEEY!" Shuuhei hollers.
"Really? Then why don't you like it?" I retort.
Hichigo, Renji and Soi Fong 'OOOH' behind their hands, and Kenpachi laughs loudly.
"Well excuse me 'Mr. Just-blew-Hichigo-behind-a-truck'!" He attempts.
"DID NOT!" I protest.
"Admit defeat. He got you good." Renji says, trying to be consoling as far as I can tell. He shakes his head.
"Like hell." He says, but stays quiet.
We hang out the rest of the time until the bell rings. We all stay behind. I'm not looking forward to math. I really should have chosen an elective...
"Ichigo!" Soi Fong clings to my arm. She is quite clingy I've found. "What class you got?"
"Err... math..." She wrinkles her face.
"Aw that sucks. I got Science."
"Ichigo." I turn and look at Hichigo. "Why don't you come to art. Say they messed up your schedule."
"Uh..." I would like to... but don't they have ways of telling if your not in a class?
"It's with Ulquiorra-San." Says Mayuri, beside him Nemu nods.
"Uh... Okay. I guess." I really liked Mayuri's hair. I hadn't told him so, but it was neat. A bright, bright, royal blue Mohawk, not up, messed up, but to the side.
We walked into the building after Hichigo finished his cigarette. I would hopefully not see Keigo, Rukia or anyone else.
When we got to the room, we were the first ones there. There were two guys. Jagerjaques, and the other one I could only presume to be Ulquiorra. As soon as he saw us, or maybe just Hichigo, be blushed. And Jagerjaques muttered something and left.
"Did you two have a nice lunch?" Asked Hichigo patronizingly.
He blushed and did not respond. He was going to be more quiet than Kuchiki. Weirder, I didn't know yet, but quiet, oh yes.
Once the rest of the students came in, he stood up with a hat.
"I am Ulquiorra Schiffer-"
"Jagerjaques." Hichigo muttered under his breathe.
"Those who take this class because they think it's easy credit-"
"Are fucked." Hichigo muttered again.
classSection3" I will not require special supplies, beyond a drawing notebook, regular standard size, and that you at least bring a writing utensil to class. I will attempt to supply anything else, such as pens, ink, paint, but that doesn't mean you cannot bring in your own personal supplies."
By the time I had nearly EXPLODED with curiosity about the hat and the slips of paper in it, he finally explained.
"In this hat, I have written various things. You will draw a piece of paper, at that will be your subject for this quarter. It can be an interpretation of that, but you will have to discuss what you did and why, and how it relates to whatever is on the paper." He then walked around, and held the hat out in front of us so we could pick.
Sometimes a groan, sigh or 'yes' of excitement could be heard. One kid went so far as to bang his fist on the table and curse loudly. Ulquiorra only smiled and said "No trading."
He came to me and I stuck my hand in. I fished around for a few seconds, and then picked one.
"Fuck. If I pay you can I change?" He shook his head. How the fuck am I to make art about 'family life'?!
Hichigo let out a sigh next to me. "This is gonna be awkward."
"What'd you get?" I asked.
"Student to your left."
Well. This ought to be FUN. Sarcasm. I hated having my picture taken, and I DEFINITELY couldn't stay still long enough for some one to draw or paint me.
At the end of the row, Mayuri made a loud 'Woop'-ing noise. "Hot damn! Conflict!"
"THAT'S SOOOOOOOOOO NOT FAIR." Hichigo complained.
When he was done, he stood in front and asked us to draw our first reaction, or first thought of whatever the word was. Goddamn it.
I quickly sketched a dinner scene. I added two speech bubbles. The mother was saying 'don't forget to finish your homework', and the dog was begging for food.
I looked over at Hichigo's paper, and laughed. He had drawn a weird cartoon-ish version of me scowling and shaking my fist, at a smaller cartoon version of Shuuhei.
"Make me have a little angry vein on the side of my head!" He drew one, and put down his pen.
"Go ahead. Keep it." He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Where ya going?"
He tapped his nose, and drew a line in front. I could only assume this meant he was either blowing his nose, or doing more drugs. Since there was a tissue box, a quite kitschy one with blue flowers on it, on Ulquiorra's desk, I could only assume it was the latter.
Briiiiiiiiing! The bell had wrung. It was time for the next class, and Hichigo had still not returned. On the way out, Nemu grabbed his backpack. I hoped something hadn't happened.
Later, after one hellish history class later, with the infamous Noitra, he was still not here. I decided to dismiss this, and went to the last class of the day, Drama, with Jagerjaques. He only smirked at me. But I hadn't seen him yet. I ran into the skinhead guy and had asked him if he had seen him, but he said no.
I tried to forget about it, a little weirded out, and went home. I would see him tomorrow.
I hadn't any homework, so I tried reading, and listening to music, and finally ate dinner and fell asleep. Neither my sisters or father thought anything was wrong. Perhaps I was just tired. It was a long first day of school in fact.
The next day, I went to school late, to avoid my other friends at the bus stop. When I got to class, and for the rest of the day, he hadn't shown up. I, class after class, would force Hichigo from my mind, to concentrate. I would hang out with his friend at lunchtime, and all they would say was 'oh no I haven't seen him, but he's fine, he's can take care of himself, I wouldn't worry about it' and the like. I had become sort of in their group, so too speak, me being closest to Soi Fong and Mayuri. It was weird being there without him.
On Friday, when the lunch bell had rang, I ran into Orohime in the hall.
"Oh! Kurosaki-kun! I haven't seen or heard from you in a while! How are your classes?"
"They're all right..." I shrugged.
"That's good. Hey, listen are you doing anything later?" Just then, I SWEAR I saw a flash of white hair.
"Oh, I dunno! Can I get back to you? Later? Call me after school or something! I gotta.. I gotta go!" I dashed off after where I thought I saw him. Orohime looked confused behind me.
I ran out into the parking lot. I looked around and then went back to their usual corner. There he was, skating, talking with Kenpachi, as if nothing happened.
"Hey dude!" He called.
"Hey." Oh, I guess I subconsciously am 'playing it cool'. Like people just vanish for a few days, after DYING in class, and- "Oh! I remembered that stuff."
"What stuff?" He asked.
"30 XR." His whole face brightened. Until then I hadn't realized how tired it looked. He looked exhausted. His eyes had big bags under them, and maybe? Just maybe he had a black eye?
Eh, I kinda rushed the end... I'm really stoked for the show-scene. Iz gonna be aweeeeeeeeesome.