I'm still ill in bed. I went to school in the morning but had to come home coz I was feeling so bad. I did all my homework yesterday and now I've got nothing I can do. Except write, of course. But don't be happy I'm ill! That's just mean :'(
This chapter really aint brilliant, and it doesn't contain anything that important to the story, but oh well.
Chapter 11 : A pigeon stuck to a body
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Zaraki looked down at the small piece of paper in front of him. The rules Kya had written out were laid out in black and white on it. He read them yet again, not quite believing the task she had set.
TASK ONE : DESIGN AN OUTFIT FOR KYA
RULES
1) The design for the outfit must be completely your own, if anyone gets someone else to design it, they will be disqualified and the necessary measures will be taken
2) The outfit must be complete by noon on November 23rd
3) The outfits will be judged by Kya and the winning design will be worn for an entire day, so try and make it a tiny bit practical
4) There are the right amount of manikins for each designer, however sewing machines must be shared one between two
5) Only material and accessories provided may be used
6) Any of the material provided can be used by any designer, so be nice and share, or don't and fight, whatever floats your boat
7) Any item of clothing can be made (dress, skirt, or pants etc.)
8) Help may be provided by other designers voluntarily. No help may be given from people who are not completing the task
9) Remember who you are designing for and their personal style
10) Relax and have fun with it! Fashion is about fun after all!
Kya really must be having a laugh. No way could she expect this group of misfits to complete a sensible outfit in two days. At least rule six meant he didn't have to use the pink sparkly material in front of him, and he was sure Kya had put in the bit about fighting over material for him. But having fun? Yeah right; who could have fun making clothes?
Zaraki looked up around the room. Yachiru was scribbling on a piece of paper beside him, having moved from her designated space, and was drawing pictures of dresses he thought were far too advanced for her to make. Many others were also concentrating over papers, sketching away designs. Renji appeared to be having some difficulty and every few seconds would scrunch up the paper and throw it onto the pile that was already knee high behind him. Mayuri looked completely at a loss, his head was in his hands and an anger mark was permanently plastered to his forehead. Matsumoto appeared to be the only one making any progress at all. She had already settled on a design and was currently draping material over a manikin. Lucky bitch.
Zaraki turned his attention back to his child-like drawings. How the hell was he meant to do this?
Kya better have a good reason for setting such a difficult task.
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"Clothes! Clothes! Clothes!" Kya sang to herself as she walked up the path towards the 1st division headquarters. "Nicey, nicey clothes! Clothes!"
She was feeling particularly proud of herself for coming up with this task. Not only did it allow her to observe the captains and lieutenants, but it gave her twenty new outfits! She had taken into consideration that about three quarters of them would be complete rubbish, but that still left five good ones. That was enough for Kya.
As she continued her journey she kept on singing her original song about the wonders of clothes, granted there were only two different words in it, but it managed to express her feelings on the subject quite well. Soon she reached the 1st division headquarters and entered the room she had been assigned by Yamamoto. There was a new object placed in the far corner. It was about the height of a guitar and looked surprisingly like a television set.
She pressed her thumb to the screen. It flickered for a moment before the black and white image of the division 12 hall came into focus. Kya did warn them she would be watching, just not how, so to her it was definitely not an invasion of privacy. She sat down on the comfy bean bag in front of it. Suddenly a bowl of popcorn appeared in her hands and she started munching away, watching what everyone was doing.
"Ahh, Matsumoto, why don't I just give you the prize now?" she said to herself, marvelling at how in the space of fifteen minutes Matsumoto had already started draping fabrics.
"Then again," she continued "I'm not sure if you'll be able to keep it up. It does involve actual work after all."
She paused and her eyebrows furrowed as she noticed something else.
"Renji, what are you doing?" she asked. She placed the tip of her index finger to the screen where Renji was and it zoomed in, giving a clearer picture of what he was drawing. "What is that? A giant pigeon stuck to a body?"
She tapped her pinky finger against the screen twice and it zoomed out again. After a minute she saw Nemu standing up. She walked around the table and inspected each of the materials closely. Things went into slow motion in Kya's mind as she slowly outstretched a hand and reached for one of them.
It was dark green and had a large flowery pattern that looked like an old lady's carpet.
"Nooooo!" Kya yelled at the screen, "Doon't doo iit Neemmuuu!"
Nemu stopped her arm. Kya let out a sigh of relief as Nemu retracted her hand and left the ghastly material where it was.
"Phew." She said, things now in real time again, "That was a close one."
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Hmm... what would Kya like? Nemu thought to herself as she examined the fabrics that had been laid out on the tables. How about that one?
She was about to pick up the nicely patterned material when she stopped.
Actually, I think Kya would prefer something more joyful.
Although, I do like this one.
No, it's not quite Kya.
She left the green cotton where it was and turned back to find something in a brighter colour.
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Hitsugaya sat biting the tip of his pencil. He was having a bit of difficulty coming up with something Kya would wear. In his eyes, this task was stupid. He could have been getting on with some useful work but instead was stuck here trying to design some god forbidden outfit.
Kya? Kya, Kya, Kya. What was Kya's style again? Her Shinigami robes were certainly different from normal ones. Instead of being long they were cut off at the top of her legs creating shorts. She wore some type of wide purple sash around the waist which went up under the breasts and two thin belts loosely hung on the hips under a small silver tie. Black ribbon was criss-crossed over her sleeves from the wrist to the elbow and also around her legs up to the mid-thigh. These ended in pretty little bows. She wore light grey boots without any heel that went halfway up her calf muscles and a small silver necklace with some pendant on.
Ok, so Hitsugaya knew that she didn't like wearing things that everyone else was also wearing. At least that was something. But still, actually designing something for her was far too difficult.
He looked up at the clock. It said 2:15. Damn, he had wasted two hours already just trying to think of something. Half of the 'designers', as Kya had labelled them, had already started picking fabrics or stretching them over the manikins. Even Zaraki had picked up a dark blue material and brought it back to his place.
Why didn't he pay more attention when Matsumoto had been going on at him about shopping or whatever? She was probably lapping this task up. He was sure that she knew everything about every possible item of clothing. Then again, did she know how to make it? Hitsugaya sighed. Of course she did, she just had to, didn't she? Stupid fashion conscious women and their clothes. It wasn't his fault he was a guy!
He only had forty five hours and forty five minutes to complete the entire outfit now, including sewing. He was really not looking forward to that; the only things he had ever sewn in his life were a few buttons on something. Damn you Kya, why did you have to make them sew?
Hitsugaya looked down at the pencil he had been using. The top had been completely obliterated by so much nervous chewing.
Yuck, he thought as he threw it away and picked up a new one.
He was going to have to come up with something, fast.
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Yeah, see. Told you it weren't that good.
Also I've added some stuff to the background story info about what's going to happen. Basically it says that at some point they'll be going to the real world, but that won't be for a while, and also that it'll take some time for the Byakuya loving to happen. I'm not sure if that was everything, you might as well check to make sure.
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