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History and Her
Chapter Four: Fancy some Fantasy?
If you think about it, and I mean REALLY think about it, boredom is the most horrible way to go. Staying awake is a crusade no matter who you are…even Ewan McGregor.
Now, let me catch you up, I like history. Been reading it for awhile now…well not for that long but whatever, I enjoy it. Now, there is one time when I don't like history, when the idiot from my school calling himself a teacher attempts to teach it…wow, mouthful. The guys name is Lannom Kinue; he's some kind of transfer teacher from America. Now, I don't know really anything about America (that's between you and me of course, I have a rep to consider) but if he is an example of teachers there than I feel bad for the guys and gals there.
"Alright all of you we're now going to watch…shut up all of you! Yeah okay, now we're going to watch that lovely Gandhi movie with Ben Kingsley in it, so all of you keep your heads shut and watch." Lannom said scratching his black and white beard as he fumbled with the laser disc.
"Dude is that vinyl?"
"No man it's just a big DVD."
"Wait…Gandhi? Aren't we studying the Korean War?" asked some random student. Lannom looked over with the utmost malice at the poor girl.
"You just don't get it…do you fancy face?" Lannom remarked, spinning on his heel. I choke back a laugh, the guy is high. And I don't mean that as an insult I've seen the guy light before class a couple times. Hell, he even offered Chizuru and Ryo some one day. Oh well, in terms of history for exams I can say without too much of a brag that I'm set. It's just the other 99.9999999 of the exams that I'm royally screwed hand my ass on a silver platter to the king screwed. So I can do without this dope and his history.
Looking around at the back of the class I see Chad asleep…again. Does that guy only wake up between classes? And he's ranked like eleventh in the school? Wait, then again this class is a wash and most of the class credit comes from us bringing in canned food for the homeless (not as good as you think, Lannom takes the food for himself since he blows his paycheck on weed according to Mizuiro, wonder if its true?) So I guess he can sleep this one through and so can I. Well I could have anyway: if two things hadn't stopped me. 1.) My imminent post mortem (post class I mean) talk with Tatsuki and more to the action packed situation at hand what with 2.) Ichigo tapping my shoulder.
"Dude, what the hell is it?" I mutter with eyes half closed off to paradise dream land of girls screaming "Keigo Keigo, save us from the lesser men!" or the crowning of "New Emperor Keigo" or just a dream of something…I don't know just me being relaxed I guess.
"Your face man, what happened?" Ichigo asked. Wait, was that, couldn't be…was that concern on Ichigos face, Badass Ichigo?" I think about calling him on this but soon find that my body has nowhere near the strength or really the "give a damn" to pull it off.
"No big deal, I cut myself shaving like I told-"
"Yeah like you told Mizuiro, that's bullshit and you know I know it. What really happened?" at this point I have raised my neck back up to find that the lights in the class are off and Lannom is still pissing around with the laser disc.
"It's no big thing. I'm still here right? Badass Keigo Asano." I say with a grin. Ichigo smirks a little within his eternal frown. He looks towards the front of the class and I do to, but knowing Ichigo…
"Was it Oshima?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper so as not to well…you know…be a jerk.
"Dude, it's nothing, seriously. I'm just a big idiot, come on." I say barely within the legal limits of a whisper. Ichigo looks at me and then over at Chad. I mentally groan, it wasn't too long ago that I'd get beat up and Ichigo and Chad took off. Then whoever beat me up would show up at school the next day with some mysterious ass kicked marks. Then again, it wasn't so long ago I was a showboating jerk but…wait…what?
"You sure Keigo? Forget your ego man, just tell me and-"at this point I realize that I'm pissed and have been pissed for awhile now.
"Damn it Strawberry!" I yell a little into speaking voice parameters into loud territories, crossing borders and all that. Realizing that fact I duck my head from the rapidly turning heads…or I would if Lannom hadn't been dancing going around the front of the class busting kids for sleep and praising Ben Kingsley. Ichigo looks at me with slightly wider eyes and then makes a slight cough.
"Sorry Keigo, really, it's just well…not everyday you walk in with bandages, you know?" I smirk, the opportunity for a joke wide open like chance for the pennant over Keith Hernandez.
"Afraid of a little competition Ichigo?" we both turn to hear something like a snort from a cannon only to realize Chad had just laughed, kind of anyway. We both go back to doing whatever the hell we were doing which basically meant anything else than watching Ben Kingsley play up the pacifist thing.
Finally without interruption I feel the heat of the classroom weigh on me or more to the meat weigh on my eyes. But before I surrender to Dream Land, Japan I notice a couple of odd things. Ichigo is staring forward, not at the movie, but our little bad ass red head is staring at…is that Rukia? Damn Ichigo, you masochist dog, oh well, should I call Rukia bad ass now? The other odd thing is not so much something I can't see but more like something I can't hear, like Mizuiro's mouth for example. The guys quiet, and before nodding off I notice he's looking at Orihime and Tatsuki again…go for it mans…your funeral…
Heh, I wonder if I snore, on to dream land, Japan.
"Keigo-Chan!" someone yells, I look and see that my vision is purple…wait those are just sunglasses. Damn man, my hands are bigger and…wait…why the hell is my hair like a damn sea urchin!
"Keigo-Chan!" I look down and see Mizuiro or if Mizuiro was a blond with a green vest and gloves…and as a blond, is this a nightmare?
"What the hell is it, Mizuiro…why the hell did you say Chan?" I yell out in a voice that is way too deep for me, I suddenly get the urge to adjust my new found glasses with my middle finger. As well as bash Mizuiro over the head for no apparent reason.
"Let's go man, Kurosaki's waiting for as at the bar!" Mizuiro says, the bubbles and suds practically leaping from his mouth.
"Wait…what?" I try to keep up with him, winding around and around the alleys and neighborhoods.
"We gotta run, the Beetles' in the shop remember?" I hear Mizuiro say ahead of me, what the hell is going on here? As we keep running my often underestimated but always called about in time of battle knowledge of maps comes into the DD; we're in Lower Shinjuku.
We eventually wind up at a cute little bar, a "dive hole in the wall" like some cool gangsters from New York would put it. It's about at this point I notice a giant building in the back of the bar, actually from what it looks like its in back of all Shinjuku. A big tower made of junk or something.
"Figures you guys are late for your own business, any plans on paying that tab anytime soon?" a guy I could swear was Ichigo's dad said from behind a bar. It kind of looked like him anyway; I mean he had red hair now, and sunglasses that covered his eyes in their whole-ness…and a pretty cool bandanna.
"Come on Kurosaki-San, you know we're good for it! Keigo-Chan told me yesterday that we're going to make it big with today's take, right Keigo-Chan?" Mizuiro said to me, his face beaming so brightly that I thank the Great Chairman of the Board that I'm wearing sunglasses.
"Uh…yeah, big take?" what the hell huh? Go along with the fantasy right? Why the hell would I picture this though, it all seems like…
"Yuzu-Chan! I forgot you were a waitress at this pathetic little dive, you ever gonna stop getting any cuter?" man, even in my dreams Mizuiro is still a horn dog! And with Strawberry's' little sister too, I can understand desperate (surprise I know) but the girl isn't even close to legal…that and Ichigo the death bringer looms ever present behind her like some kind of Dr. Doom to my…I mean Mizuiros Fantastic Four. I hate the Fantastic Four.
"Dive, huh? Where the hell's my tab!" ouch! Is Ichigos' dad that hard up for cash to let Mizuiro hit up his daughter?
"So Yuzu-Chan after this big job I promise we can join a gym together, gotta keep those buns tight!" Mizuiro and Yuzu were both giggling at this; suddenly I felt an urge to belt Mizuiro over his newly blondified head, but…what the hell now?
"You bastard Mizuiro!" shit, is that Ichigos other sister! The dark haired ass kicker, Karin?
"Ow ow ow ow ow!" damn, apparently Mizuiro lacks the ability to speak well while having his head being crushed on both sides by fists…poor sap.
"You want some too?" the black haired power house looked to me. I think about saying something along the lines of "No, hells no, leave me alone you psycho wench!" but all of the sudden…
"Try it ya little bitch." Did I just say that! There's being a badass and then there's being crazy! Yuzu is trying from what I can see to hold her bigger sister back, but that little force is working her way towards me. My mind is weighing the old options, but my body…lets just say I can feel myself smirk.
"Ah Keigo-Chan! You're always getting into fights!" Mizuiro yelled out from behind a wall of muscled flesh that had stepped in front of Karin…Chad?...ow my damn head, and why the hell is he dressed like the Indian from YMCA?
"Don't you want the job, Mister Negotiator?" Orihime…wearing something verrrrrrrrry revealing. Normally I would take something like this in a dream in stride but now…
"Why the hell am I the fem thread guy?" yelled out…oh frick…Ichigo whose hair was now as long as Chad's body, should I even convey to you people out there that Ichigo was now tangled in all this…string?
"Calm down, its part of the style isn't it?" Rukia too? Did she chase Ichigo through the door or something, why the hell is she in sunglasses? Has she even seen Blues Brothers? Were those needles between her hands?
"Could you all keep it down; I'm trying to be effeminately threatening." Ishida. At this point, man, I'm not even surprised that he's sitting right next to me or that he's in all black…or that he has metal scalpels popping out between his knuckles.
"You guys…" they're all talking. "…are not making any…" all talking over me. "…come on guys quit yelling…" never let me speak. "…just let me…come on…" they mean well, they do, but they never. "…guys, I got something to…" I have to speak, I have to be heard or acknowledged by someone. "You guys aren't making any damn sense!" that froze all of them.
"Keigo, who gave you those bruises?" no one said that…what the hell is going on here? Suddenly the sunglasses fall off, I can feel them off, now my eyes…
They're all gone; I think I'm in an alley now. An alley outside of an old bank…
"A welcome home to you Master." Man, now I have a butler. Despite all this weird crap that's bitchin.
"Master? Wait what? This is the first time I've met you."
"Yes, my own memories are telling me that as well, but I know in my heart of hearts that this meeting is something meaningful."
"Are you high? What the hell-"
"You have questions, yes?" is this guy for real or just like that guy from Frasier?
"HELL YES I DO!" the old man nodded and smiled under…holy…that is a big a mustache.
"Simply…speaks its name into your watch and all will be made clear…" the scene changes and I'm on a boulevard like in oldie New York or something…whose Bugsy?
"It's name…this is so damn annoying, dreams are supposed to be nice or sexy or at the very least scary…this is just weird…why the hell did I sit through Neon Genesis Evangelion if I get dreams like this…"
"Speak the cool name word." Some one on the other side of the boulevard, oh great, hopefully a mobster with a gun so I can wake up now.
"Cool name word, is this a blunt party, are we in Jersey lunchbox?"
"Not a cool word then, Keigo-Kun?" said the other person. That face, who is it? I've seen that face…I can feel the smirk and that smirk again. Suddenly I rip off my apparently crap old clothes to show a really kick ass black suit underneath.
"You want a word, here's a damn statement for the century!" theirs a watch on my left arm, under the sleeve, I bring it up like a walkie talkie and…
"Here it is! I-"the whole set rumbles up man, fog everywhere, I said something bitchin, something kick ass…I know I did, I felt it.
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"Huwhuah?" oh crap. I was asleep; damn what the hell dreams was that? What the hell woke me from my beautiful slumber?
"Come on dude, lunch time." Ichigo said taking off slowly, causally, but pretty surely after Rukia.
"Lunch…time?" Lannom is now trying to wrestle the laser disc out of the player. The class is emptying for food time, and I realize I fell asleep over an old manga: two copies, one with the two retrievers and the other with the cool negotiator in black.
To Be Continued
Wow, that one was a trip to write. Sorry for not updating in awhile, been sick along with finals…always fun. Now on to the reviews.
Megumi Watanabe: Thank you for your very kind review. It's feedback like yours that really motivates me and tells me that whatever the heck I'm doing is by some weird occurrence going right. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
Gooberfic: Thanks for reviewing, heh; I guess you can tell by my name that I try for some originality. But seriously I just tried this because I thought Keigo is an interesting guy and hey that's the wonder of fanfiction I guess, anyway, I hope to hear from you again and hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter.
GreekGeek81: Yeah I can see what you mean, poor Keigo isn't treated with much regard in many of the other Bleach fics. You can look to me as the low fat substitute to those stories, or more to the point! Thank you for the feedback and I hope you like this chapter.
Okay…now I'm just wiped…oh boy time for work. Guess I'll see you all when I see you.