The Bad Day
Kon…was pissed.
Kon was beyond pissed.
Kon was pissed to the umpteenth degree, times ten, multiplied again by one hundred and two, with a large helping of wrath.
Highly bedraggled, Kon dragged his stuffed animal body out of the shallow water and flopped down on a rocky river bank.
I really hate dogs, he thought with much scorn. They slobber, bite, and have nasty breath. …Fucking dogs.
He also decided that crows and rivers needed to be blasted into oblivion and lord help him if he ever got a real body because he was bound and determined to do it himself if someone else didn't.
Since when can't a fella go for a friendly, happy, and PLEASANT BLOODY WALK without interruption? What about me says 'Oh, I'm a CHEW TOY! DRAG ME ACROSS TOWN!' or 'Hi, I'm FOOD for your baby chicks!' Fucking crows!
"That ugly-assed baby deserved it!" he yelled, standing on a high rock and shaking his fist mightily.
Then Kon got very sad for a brief moment He let himself down and trudged away from the riverbank.
And then he wailed, crying out, "Nee-san, where are you?" in a pathetic little voice.
He quickly regained his composure and swept the dirt off his plush knees when he fell melodramatically to the ground.
Then he began to walk again with conviction, the fires of revenge fueling his heart.
I will get you, you damned dogs, crows, and rivers of the world!
As an afterthought, he said out loud, "And you, Ichigo, will suffer most of all! Oh, oh yes you will. I know you're involved in making my day a living HELL and Nee-san will be pissed to hear of it!
"And hopefully, she'll cradle me to her breast and pet me and tell me everything's okay. BUT ONLY AFTER YOU SUFFER A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE DEATH!"
