Disclaimer: For the last time, I don't own it.
Finally, for all of you people who got excited about it, here is my pathetic excuse forthe Pickle Story. You know, it really did look longer on the paper. Maybe that's why I don't normally write in notepads...
Shopping for Pickles
"Oooo… lets get pickles!" Shigure screamed, lunging at the collection of jarred vegetables on the shopping centre shelf. He was no stopped. Kowasu, on the other hand, who had tagged along for no specific reason, rubbed his chin in thought while regarding the pickles with some interest.
"Ew, the use by date says it's off."
Shigure growled, clutching the pickles to his chest.
Kowasu sighed, absentmindedly adjusting his sword – both the one through his gut and the one in its sheath.
Kowasu had not gone unnoticed by the general public, and he had scared countless Kindergarten Children and Grandmas.
"Shigure… the pickles are off. By two weeks." Kowasu made another grab for the pickles, but was batted at by the novelist, who at that moment, had an uncontrollable case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder… over pickles of all things. All of Kowasu's highly evolved training told him to back down. Luckily at that moment…
"Ha'ri! Let me see!"
A persistent teenager and guardian had just turned the corner into the pickle isle. Momiji and Hatori had come to the shop for Hatori's essentials, of course, that was porn and a packet of gum. Unfortunately, Momiji had decided that he, too, had decided to tag along.
"Not until you're 18."
Momiji pouted. He was far to innocent to realise what was inside the magazine, although Haru had tried time and time again to explain the workings of the female body. By the time he had resigned himself to defeat, he noticed Shigure and Kowasu.
"Shigure, give me the pickles." Hatori said, after he'd heard the situation. Shigure growled and batted at Hatori. Hatori tried several other things, like tempting Shigure with a large raw bone, offering him Ice-cream, he even tried offering him plastic cups, before the entire group admitted complete and utter defeat.
So, they'd brought the poisonous pickles that gave Shigure the runs, and after three months, Shigure was released from Hospital.
Forgive the shortness... puh-lease!