Author's Note:

Um, hi. -awkward wave-

OKAY, I KNOW I'M A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE AUTHOR AND I DON'T DESERVE YOU AMAZING READERS. ; w; And in all honesty, I don't really have anything to blame for my lack of updating other than my laziness and my shitty work ethic... Though I did dislocate both my elbow and knee last month, buuuut I'm healed now, so let's not relive that nightmare. Heh heh.

Oh yeah, and I just read the last Bleach chapter and I'm pretty sure I screamed and wailed and ogled for a good five minutes. ICHIGOOOO! (But I still want Gin, God DAMMIT.)



Kaleidoscope

a Bleach (© Kubo Tite) drabble set

Theme #44
Voodoo

Opening Song: "Hitobashira Alice" - Vocaloid



It was very rare to find Rangiku sad. Overexcited, yes. Angry, occasionally. Happy, way too much. But sad? Something had to have gone horribly wrong.

Her peers began to worry about her when she shut herself away in her dorm, refusing access even to her own roommate (in which poor Mayumi had to bunk with the school nurse for a week). They contemplated calling the counselor when she began refusing food, and they actually did call the counselor when she turned away sake. Rangiku refused to leave her room as she lay curled up in five blankets and her futon.

Now, the simple question was this: what exactly upset Rangiku so? What caused her to turn away her every indulgence and every friend she had ever made at the Academy? The answer was simple, really.

Upon returning on a mission from the human realm, Gin had not brought her back the Hello Kitty tea set she had asked of him. Because of him, she had been deprived of fine china, fine dining, and fine tea (or sake), and thus, she shunned the world. As she lay curled up in her futon, she focused intently on the homemade silver-haired doll in her hand, glaring at it as she pricked it with needles she had stolen from her roommate.

"She hasn't left her room for days," Mayumi whispered as they stood outside her dorm. "She ate dinner last night, but she stayed in her futon."

Gin sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, which had suddenly began to itch. "I'll take of it." Mayumi nodded, though she made sure to take several steps back as he slid open the shouji and walked in. He only stared down at the balled up body in the futon, shaking his head as he placed both hands on his hips. "C'mon, Rangiku, get outta there. People're worryin' about ya."

There was a hiss, but otherwise no response. He tended to the itch that suddenly transfered to his arm, but otherwise ignored it as he crouched down by the futon. "Don't be a baby, Rangiku. I'm sorry I forgot about yer tea set -- I'll get it next I'm on a mission, alright?"

The futon raised ever-so-slightly, so that one gray peeked out unbelievingly at him. The itch jumped to his shoulder, which he swatted at. "Yer comin' out now?" he chided, grinning as he lowered his upper body so that he could get a better look at her.

"You promise?"

He scratched his back. "Yeah."

"... Fine. But if you forget again I'll kill you." She threw the covers off her body and stretched. "C'mon, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything decent in days!" She hopped to her feet and went skipping out of the room, humming a cheery tune.

Gin shook his head at her fickle nature and prepared to stand up, though something silver caught the corner of his eye. Quirking a brow, he reached into the futon and pulled out a poorly made doll. Needles stuck out of its neck, back, shoulder, and arm, and Gin was a little reluctant to pull them out. Quietly muttering under his breath, he hid the doll in his hakama before following Rangiku out the door.



Closing Song: "Witch Doctor" - Toybox



Word Count: 542

I really like watching the Harry Potter movies even though they suck and even though I really don't like the books that much anymore. And even though I don't really like sitting down and watching movies. Go figure.