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SmileRen
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Kitsunelover300- Your FMA rant made me laugh and brought up good points haha. They don't know the true meaning of war because they've never really been in one. In my opinion the Winter War was more of a battle.
EVA-Saiyajin- I don't really think Aizen is immortal, their has to be some way to get rid of the guy, even with the Hōgyoku. Chad's fear is more of the surprised kind of fear, he's never been the receiving end of her wrath before.
I hope this update didn't take too long!
Am I the only one who's hoping for Grimmjow to show up in the manga? Do you think Uryu is allied with the Vandenreich?
Gangoru- Japanese subculture style. Ganguro typically includes brightly colored outfits, mini-skirts, and tie-dyed sarongs. The ganguro style consists of bleached hair, a deep tan, fake eyelashes, black and white eyeliner, bracelets, earrings, rings, necklaces and platform shoes.
Shiritori- is a Japanese word game in which the players are required to say a word which begins with the final kana of the previous word.
'Nyotaimori' in Japanese literally means 'female body plate', An edible body, with dough 'skin' and sauce 'blood' is wheeled into the room on a hospital gurney and placed upon a table. The hostess begins the meal by cutting into the body with a scalpel and then patrons dig in, operating on the body to reveal edible 'organs'.
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"Mom!" I squeaked glomping the silver haired woman. She squeezed me tightly squealing in happiness with me.
"Women." James rolled his eyes at the noisy scene taking in the suitcase in for my mom. "Always squakin' like a damn birds."
She planted a kisses all over my face making my blush when then neighbors came out to investigate the racket.
"Oh it's so good to see you again baby girl~" She smiled pushing me away slightly so she could get a good look at me.
My mom is Claire Macgregor, a renowned chef and restaurant owner in Hollywood California. She likes dying her hair abnormal colors, like silver wasn't weird enough, and wearing contacts to match her hair color.
This time around her hair is a semi-normal color. She left it silver but tipped the ends different colors making a some kind of weird rainbow. She skipped the contacts showing off her bright blue eyes.
She's a few inches taller than me and has a curvier body, thanks to having kids, and a darker skin tone but other then that she and I look a like.
We'd be twins if she went all natural.
"You're staying here?"
She gave me the 'don't ask obvious questions' look before nodding before pulling Kana, whom I just noticed, into her side.
"Anyway lil' Kana here has some exciting news to tell ya!" Mom whirled around to face said girl. "Dontcha darlin'?"
Kana turned a dark shade of red and started twiddling her fingers. I raised a curious eyebrow but knew better than to try and force anything out of the girl. She'd go all turtle on me.
"I… uh… um… met someone." she smiled lightly as the red spread to her ears. "He helped me out… a lot… when…" her eyes locked on mine hinting at the seriousness of her next statement. "That weird… power outage… happened."
"A Shinigami?" That piqued my curiosity.
"Quit beatin' around the bush, sugar!" Mom exclaimed pulling the flustered girl into a one armed hug. "She's gotta a date tomorrow night!"
"Oh really?" I asked looking at Kana, who was looking at anything but me.
She nodded before moving forward to clasp my hands. "I really… l-like him! He-he's like a teddy bear!.. But handsome! And manly!"
I smiled giggling at her confession. "I believe you!"
"Well in that case Karissa and I will help you get ready!"
"Thank you!" She bowed smiling from ear to ear.
"Alright now that's outta the way lets go see if yer papas cookin' has improved!" Mom grinned going into food critic mode. "By how slim ya are I don't this it has~"
"This is from all the fights I've been in!" I barked defending Pops' cooking but let myself fall into dangerous territory.
"Excuse me?" She asked giving me the scary stern mom face every child fears.
"U-um I…"
"Karissa-Chan is on our schools wrestling team!" Kana cut in. I sent her a grateful smile while my mom arced a thinly plucked eyebrow.
"The wrestling team huh?" She wasn't buying it.
"Yeah!" I grinned because it was partially true. "I just got back from a match today! Wanna see my jacket and unitard?"
She smiled shaking her head. "I'm glad you have a hobby. We should invite the team over for dinner!"
"Get your asses in the house ladies, dinner is getting cold damnit!" James grumped
Earning a glare from mom. The two of them never saw eye to eye.
"Get a job, you gotta grow up sometime!" She snapped back at him.
"I have a job!"
"Claire. It's good to see you again!" Pops smiled pushing James out of the door frame. "C'mon in! I made your favorite."
"My, my~" Mom grinned circling Pops examining him head to toe. "You've certainly aged well!"
"You're even more lovely then the first time I laid eyes on you."
Sometimes I get the feeling that they aren't over each other.
"I know~"
"And that is where your narcissism comes from." James deadpanned herding us into the kitchen where Mom told us all about her upcoming American- Japanese fusion restaurant named 'Om Nom Nom' before I was sent up to start on my make up work.
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"Him?" I screeched pointing a finger at the man. "This guy is the handsome teddy bear?"
Kana nodded before being chided by Mom for messing up the curl she was working on when she peaked her head out of the bathroom.
"Is something wrong, peasant?" he hissed the last part so only I could hear him.
"Yooouuu! If you put one of your greasy sausage fingers on her I will end you!" I warned falling into mother hen mode.
"You won't have to worry about that." I raised an eyebrow and he smirked. "By the end of the day it'll be her who can't keep her delicate petals off of me!"
"What?"
His smirk morphed into a shit eating grin. I'm not sure whether is should be curious or afraid.
"Ladies can't resist this…not even Soifon-Taicho!" he took a couple steps back. "Try not to get too hot watching~"
I braced myself for whatever horrifying things he had in store. Fucking curiosity, man.
Slowly, Omaeda began to move around swaying himself to an unheard tune before only his stomach was wriggling around. The man was belly dancing! To my horror he also lifted his shirt so I could get 'a better look' as he put it.
It made me want to gauge my eyes out.
He finally finished with a dramatic sweeping bow and it was silent for a few seconds before I snorted making Omaeda raise a questioning eyebrow and a curious noise.
"Hahahahaha! Oh my god!" I clutched my sides feeling my entire body shake with laughter. "What was that? The Truffle Shuffle?"
"That wasn't the reaction I was expecting." He mused fixing his attire just as Kana and Mom made their way into the living room. "You a lesbian or something?"
I shook trying to reign in on my laughter. "Th-that even gets Soifon!"
"Of course!" he smirked puffing his chest out. "Real ladies just can't resist!"
I grinned wider, highly amused at the lieutenants dancing pride, letting the insult slide.
"Kana, my sweet! You look beautiful!" He said switching topics. I gave him points for bring her a bouquet of pink roses. "These roses look like sticks in comparison to you're silky ribbons!"
"Thank you." She blushed as he twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. "Y-you look very handsome."
"Gag." I thought wrinkling my nose as the two complimented each other.
Mom put the roses in a vase for Kana while Pops stood beside me eyeing Omaeda warily. James grunted sending him a warning glare before heading off to work, he's an instructor at the local gun range.
I laughed again as they walked down the street wondering what Soifon would say, rather do, if she found out about Omaeda's lie. It has to be a lie… right?
"That was so cute!" Mom smiled clapping her hands together before turning on me. "What about you, baby cakes? Any special boys
"There better not be." Pops warned with a meaningfully glance.
He wasn't happy when I told him about the feelings that I had developed for a certain bald Shinigami. Pops said he was too old for me, that he was already dead, that I should find someone who was still breathing. His list of cons went on and on.
"Oh, quit being so overprotective." Mom said dismissively. "This is girl time anyway so shoo!"
"Fine, fine" Pops sighed giving me the look once more before heading to his lab.
When Mom determined he was far enough away she leaned in face full of curiosity. "So?"
"Not really." I said scratching the back of my head awkwardly. "I'm to focused on… wrestling."
She pouted wanting something a little juicer than that. "Are they boys on your team cute at least?"
I blinked in surprise. I never really look at them that way. "They have well muscled bodys."
"Muscles huh?" She raised an eyebrow her lips curling into a sly smile. "Are you a muscle worshiper?"
"What?"
"Someone who has a muscle fetish~"
I blushed gawking at the now cackling woman. "I-I… huh, I guess I do."
"I don't blame you kiddo!" She laughed oblivious to how awkward this was. "Tell me about the friends you've made!"
Smiling, I opened my mouth telling her about my classmates and wrestling team pausing slightly when it came to talk about Ichigo and the gang before deciding to get over the spat. It wasn't worth destroying a friendship over.
"We should probably go over to Orihime's place so you can teach the poor girl a thing or to about cooking!" I smiled thinking back to all the concoctions she had made.
I added in a few of the Shinigami telling her that the were upperclassmen I had met at a party.
Mom smiled at the end of my tales. "I'm glad you're happy here. Now this is something I've always wanted to do."
"Okay?" I hesitated eying her hopeful look warily.
"Lets go to a karaoke bar!"
I face palmed. "Don't they have those back in America?"
"Yes but they don't have my daughter, my only child! Plus the have themes here!" she said yanking out her phone pushing it towards my face. "I wanna go here!"
I looked at the picture on the screen realizing I've passed by that place many times on my way to the mall.
"Alright." I sighed moving to slip on my shoes. "I can drink though!"
"Fair enough~" She smiled following behind me as we headed towards the business side of town. "Don't tell your daddy though! He'd drown me in the river~"
"He be a little more creative than that." I snorted remembering the prank war that ensued between James and him.
"That man doesn't not have creative bone in his body!" Mom disagreed before pausing staring at something down the alley.
I followed her gaze landing on a disappearing Hollow and two familiar Shinigami. I tensed looking at her trying to read her expression.
"What are you two doing?" she called out announcing our presence.
Rukia turned in surprise while Ichigo gaped looking back and forth between my mom and I.
"Y-you can see us?"
"Obviously." Mom snorted raising an eyebrow at Ichigo and Rukia. "Wearing black at night doesn't make you invisible. Even second rate hoodlums know that."
"Kids these days. Don't know shit about burglary."
I snickered at the scandalized looks on their faces before following her into the karaoke bar.
"Ma'am, we are not thieves!" Rukia barked horrified by the thought. "We are…"
"Mom. Ichigo and Rukia are those crazy re-enactors I told you about."
"Oh." She pouted losing interest in the two Shinigami tugging my hand towards the karaoke bar she found using an app on her phone. "Here I thought I could teach you a thing or two~"
I watched Mom out of the corner of my eye. An alarming amount of longing colored her eyes a dark shade of blue. "What the hell? Was Mom a thief?"
"Ichigo and Rukia, I've heard a lot about you two!" Mom said shaking their hands. "I'm Claire!"
The two of them politely greeted her still shell shocked by the resemblance and the fact she could see them in her Shinigami forms.
"Would you two like to come with us?" She smiled longing turning into happiness. "We're going to a karaoke bar!"
Rukia seemed to be interested but declined saying they were already late for their reenactor meeting.
"Maybe we can all have dinner sometime?" Ichigo offered sending me a smile which I returned. Seems like I wasn't the only one who wanted to make up.
"That'd be cool." I agreed with a nod. "I'll invite everyone over and you can show of your skills, mom!"
"Oh good!" she smiled. "There are a few Japanese inspired dishes I would like to test out before my restaurant opens!"
"Call me when you decide on a date and time. We'll be sure to be there." Ichigo smiled running of towards his 'meeting'.
"It was a pleasure meeting you!" Rukia bowed "Bye Karissa!"
Mom turned towards me with a spurious look in her eye that made me nervous. "Are you sure you don't have a crush? That boy was pretty cute and boy was he ripped!"
Relief washed through me before her words registered in my mind. "A crush? On Ichigo? Dear god no! He's like my brother!"
"So you don't mind me staring at his ass?"
"No I don- What?" I blanched looking at the cackling woman beside me. "Oi! Don't say things like that it's creepy!"
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"You again!"
I jumped when the woman in front of us whirled around pointing an accusing finger at me. It was the owner of that kids restaurant and one of Mizuiro's girlfriends. Said boy turned the corner and noticed us as well.
"Just my luck." I sighed watching the two make their way towards us.
"Karissa-Chan!" Mizuiro waved before turning his charm on my mother. "And who might you be?"
Mom giggled as Mizuiro took her hand is his. "I'm Claire~"
I twitched in annoyance glaring daggers at Mizuiro as he pressed his lips to my mom's hand and held them there longer than I deemed necessary.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Mom giggled along with Ayaka, they both smile brightly forming some kind of weird bond as they talked about how charming Mizuiro was.
I turned to glare at the boy noticing he was looking my mom up and down.
"Oi, stop hitting on my mom!" I hissed to low for the gossiping women to hear. The decided to get a room with us. Damnit.
"You should be flattered! Not only am I complimenting your mom I am complimenting you! Think about it. If you were a few years older then me I'd be chasing you~"
"Ew."
"A love triangle?" I jumped when mom latched on to my arm. "You never mentioned going on a double date!"
I narrowed my eyes at the smirking woman. Now she'll want to meet them and here all the details then she'll blow the entire thing out of proportion. "You. What have you done?"
I sent the woman one last scalding glare before shrugging nonchalantly at mom. "There is nothing going on between any of those boys and me."
"Well that's going to be awkward then," Mizuiro said snapping his cell phone shut giving my a sly smile. "Because Asano-San is on his way."
"Asano-San huh? The boy who helps you with your homework?" Mom grinned elbowing my side with a suggestive smile. "Is he as charming as this young man~"
Mizuiro's lips curled into a smirk. "Only when it comes to Karissa-Chan."
Mom's face twisted in pure unadulterated glee before she legged it out of the room. "I'll go rent you and Asano-San your own private room!"
"W-what? No!" I yelped chasing after her. "I can't leave you with him!" I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at the smirking boy. "He'll molest you or something!"
"She'll come onto me first. They always do."
"That's fine~" she flapped a dismissive hand at me. "He's probably young enough to keep up with me. Men my age just can't cut it~"
I grimaced at the unwanted images filtering through my mind before giving them a disgusted look. "What is wrong with you people?"
"KAAARRRRIIIISSSAAA~" the doors slammed open. "You should have call me! I would have brought us here on my new bike! The handle bars are lonely with out your warmth!"
I wanted to die right then and there. He would act like a lunatic. No doubt Mizuiro put him up to this.
I was glomped from behind by the now infamous Asano-Kun. Mom squealed in delight. Keigo let go slinging his arm around my shoulder after giving the room a through scan.
"Keigo." I smirked at him realizing he was looking for his arch nemesis, as he liked to call him, Ikkaku. "This is my mom, Claire."
"That explains where you get your ridiculously good looks then." Keigo grinned earning an elbow from me.
Thankfully an attendant came and told us our theme was ready cutting off anymore embarrassing conversations at least for me. Ayaka started to tell my mom about how her and her little Mizu-Mizu met.
I gaped at the room the teasing I was going to put Mizuiro through for his nickname was gone. I made the most rookie mistake in the book; I forgot how weird the Japanese can be.
There was three open rooms to chose from, the first being a hospital theme, then a sci-fi them, and last but not least a room catering to furry lovers.
"You can be my sexy nurse~" Keigo grinned holding up one of the complementary costumes. I blushed throwing the pair of cats ears I was holding at him.
"Hospital theme it is then!" Ayaka chirped to our guide who nodded and went to fetch our waiter.
We were given costumes to match the theme then led to changing rooms by our waiter, who was dressed as a surgeon. Women got Halloween style nurse uniforms, the ones that look like they came out of an adult store, while the body dressed in those weird sea form green scrubs.
When we entered the room it seriously looked like a hospital. The table was a gurney then chairs were made from biohazard bins. The drinks were filtered into our cups continuously via IV bags.
"So Keigo~" Mom smiled pouring Ayaka another cup of sake. "How did you and my baby girl meet?"
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly while I smirked as he started the tale. Boy, did I terrorize that kid.
"Hurry up will you?" Mizuho snapped tugging her little brother out of the house. "Take him to the park! Fuh! Stupid kid will prolly pee himself."
Keigo cringed as his sister continued to stomp down the street dragging him along behind her with a painful death grip. He didn't want to go to the park. The kids were mean. the parents were mean. Even the neighborhood dogs bullied him!
"It's Kenryo!" Mizuho gasped her grip becoming bone crushing. "Don't come near me."
With that warning she left Keigo standing at the edge of the park. He frowned watching the other kids play on the swing set. Why were they nice to each other but not him?
"Yer dead!"
Keigo shifted his gaze to a tall black haired girl who was chasing down Ichigo, he met the boy the last time he visited the park, with a Nerf gun.
"Karissa!" Ichigo yelled standing perfectly still. Even that cry baby made friends? "Un-freeze me!"
His eyes watered as he watched the black haired boy guard her prisoner. They seemed to be having so much fun.
Suddenly he found himself in a bush with a small hand covering his own. He turned to look at his abductor before blinking at the strange sight, he's never seen a foreigner before.
She was small with silver hair tied into two pig tail braids, bright blue eyes, and skin tanner than he's ever seen in real life. Something about her remind him of the type of people his sister once ranted about.
"Yer gonna be my distraction." she demanded pointing a Nerf gun at his head. "Got it?"
"Y-you can talk?"
The girl looked at him like he was stupid. "Why wouldn't I be able to talk?"
"My sister told me about your kind." he said slowly shivering at the thought of said sister. "You're a kangaroo right?"
"What?" she screeched in horror. "I'm human!"
"It's Ganguro not kangaroo!" corrected the black haired girl who shot the silver haired one. "I win again!"
The silver haired girl twitched glaring at the brown haired boy shooting him in the forehead. "Thanks a lot!"
"I-I-I-" Keigo stuttered before bringing his arm up to hide his tears before wailing. "I wanna go home!"
"Do-don't cry!" She moved forward patting his shoulder awkwardly. "If Pops finds out I made you cry I'm going to be in big trouble!"
"Tha-that's was you get for being a meanie head!" Keigo sobbed moving away from the pats.
"That's the third one this week." the black haired girl hugged Keigo making the boy feel slightly better. "You really are a meanie, Karissa."
"No I'm not, Tatsuki!"
"You are too!"
"There is only one way to settle this then." Karissa said with too much seriousness for Keigo's liking. "A serious game of freeze. Two on two."
"I get Ichigo!" Tatsuki yelled rushing off to said boy. "He's all yours!"
"Here." Karissa handed him one of her spare toy guns.
"What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Shoot the other two. If I get froze, tag me. Kay?"
Keigo nodded waiting for Ichigo to announce the start of the game. He was so excited to be a part of game. So excited he tripped and accidentally pulled the trigger sending a foam dart right into Karissa's eye.
She held her eye tears welling up in the visible one. "Yo-you! You big fat do-do head!"
"S-sorry!"
The opposing team saw an opening, took it, and won the game. From that day on, Tatsuki and Ichigo always won freeze and Karissa's box of animal crackers.
"You were the bane of my existence whenever we played freeze." I told Keigo with a smile. "Always tripping into me like a retarded horse."
"Maybe if you weren't so scary I wouldn't have clamed up!" Keigo defended. "and what about when we played hide and go seek! You always gave us away with your giggling!"
Mizuiro smiled joining in. "If I recall, you both lost every time we played Shiritori, I always won."
"You're a dirty cheater that's why!" the two of us barked at him making the older women laugh.
Suddenly our waiter wheeled away the table before returning rather swiftly with a steel operating table with an edible body on it. It did seem very appetizing to me. Way to close to cannibalism for me.
"Nyotaimori is served!" Our waiter cheered pulling out a scalpel and cutting away chucks revealing realistic insides and dark red sauce that closely resembled blood.
I stared at my plate before catching my Moms eye. She had a devious look on her face. I raised an eyebrow.
"This is a lot of food for just a couple of people." Ayaka commented before swinging open the door and in walked my wrestling team.
"It's been a while, prom queen." Akuma greeted tugging on his scrubs before pplomping himself in the seat next to Akira.
"Hello~" Kiyoshi waved introducing himself to those who didn't know him. "Wow, you two could pass as twins!"
Fuzen just grunted and nodded before helping himself to the weird dough corpse on the table.
Daichi immediately pulled me into a hug before taking a seat next to me while following Kiyoshi's polite lead.
"Hey guys." I greeted whispering to Daichi. "Um, what are you guys doing here?"
He blinked before scanning the room. "It seems your mom hijacked your phone and used it to invite us."
When the hell did that happen? I looked at her curiously as Fuzen began to tell her all about their wrestling conquests, only including me in them when I gave him a pleading look and mouthed him an IOU.
Kiyoshi and Ayaka hooked up the karaoke machine and were trying to convince Mizuiro to sing. According to Ayaka, he had the voice of a saint.
"Lets sing Journey!" Daichi chirped dragging me over to the machine pushing Kiyoshi out of the way. I pulled Keigo along with me.
"Don't forget me!" Mom smiled pushing me closer to Keigo as Akuma and Fuzen joined in.
"She is going to be the death of me!"
Seven badly chorused songs and two small bottles of sake between the adults, I wasn't allowed to have any since Ayaka was against under aged drinking, later we were back at the table chatting about nothing and everything.
"That shirt's very becoming of you. If I were on you, I'd be coming too."
I choked on my soda snapping my head towards Mizuiro, who is shamelessly flirting with my mom again while Ayaka went to the bathroom.
"Mom, can you get me some more fries?" I asked sweetly so she would ignored the look of doom I was sending Mizuiro.
Keigo and Daichi held me back from strangling the grinning boy. "Prepare for a slow and painful death."
"That was good!" Akuma laughed high-fiving Mizurio. "Imma use that sometime!"
"Sorry kids but it's about time for these grown ups to hit the bars!"
"In that case," Akuma grinned from ear to ear. "Who's down to party? I know of a few."
"I gotta go home." Daichi pouted only to cheer up when Fuzen declined and said he would walk home with the boy.
Mizuiro and Kiyoshi also declined. High school parties so weren't their things.
"Sorry Akuma. You'll have to go alone." Mom said giving me the stern mom face. "Karissa can't go."
"Ah. Damn" He smirked mouthing he'd take me next time before questioning Keigo. "What about you?"
"I'm walking her home."
I turned and looked at Keigo. He grinned and threw his arm around my shoulder again. Much to my mom's glee and my chagrin.
Akuma seemed surprised by the action but didn't comment. "Solo it is."
"Practice at Fuzen's place tomorrow at five!" Kiyoshi told me handing me an address. "Don't be late!"
We said our goodbyes. Mom told Keigo to get me home safely and she'll be back later.
"It's his was of getting back at you, ya know." Keigo said folding his arms behind his head.
I scrunched my face up in confusion. "Back at me for what?"
"He's mad at all of you for not telling us about the Seireitei and all that." Keigo grinned "You should have seen how much grief he put Ichigo through. It was awesome~"
"Huh? I didn't take him for the grudging type."
"He holds on to them for years!" he laughed, eyes full of mischief. "I can wait to see what that boy has in store!"
"Great."
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I rushed down the street frantically looking at address. I was late to practice. Knowing how strict Fuzen was there was going to be hell to pay on my part.
While I was distracted I managed to slam into someone a fall back into a fruit vendors display.
"Damnit!" I growled straitening myself out picking up some of the items that fell out of the display.
"My fruit!"
"Ah! Sorry about that!" I blinked looking at the black haired boy wearing the uniform to the towns private academy.
The boy I ran into apologized once more before giving me a bow and walking off. "Good afternoon, Karissa."
I nodded picking the fruit back up not really paying attention to the boy. I was already late for practice!
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
"How the fuck does he know my name?"
I stopped walking turning rapidly on my heel searching for the person I just bumped into. He was no where is sight. The feeling of dread pooled in my stomach as I continued to look for some sign of the brown haired student.
"Excuse me?" I turned frowning at the elderly vendor.
"How can I help you sweetheart?" she smiled in a grandmotherly fashion.
"The boy I just bumped into did you see where he went?"
"Honey." she reached out patting my arm gently, sympathy filling her gaze. "You tripped. Nobody was near you."
"What?" I narrowed my eyes thinking back to the event. I didn't feel any Reiatsu coming from him. They was nothing strange about the boy, besides the fact that he knew my name.
That feeling of dread multiplied.
