Disclaimer: All characters of Bleach belong to Kubo Tite.
Author's Note: For Zefrn who thought it'd be wicked to have Ichigo showing off battle-scars.
PA system Blues: Epilogue
Ichigo pulled his sweat-infused sports shirt over his head, trying to ignore the nasty smell of stale sweat and fungus-socks permeating through the locker room.
He heard the sound of whispering and he tensed up. There had been a few cases of attacks from fan-girl groupies since the romance-starved population in school had decided he was their idol of a knight in shining armor. Had they gone so far as to invade the boy's locker room?
He snorted. Those stupid PA broadcasts and Rukia's arrival had totally ruined the image he had worked years to perfect! He didn't want to give an impression of a soppy Romeo to Rukia's Juliet, for heaven's sake.
He glanced over his shoulder inconspicuously and spotted a bunch of junior boys, unsuccessfully hiding behind a bank of lockers.
"…the guy's got a reputation ever since middle school. He's a legend!"
"My brother told me –he's some yakuza ringleader! The Death God, they call him."
"No, stupid! He single handedly creamed a whole Society of Death Gods."
"You calling my bro a liar?"
"If the shoe fits.."
"Shut up, the both of you! You see that? Those are obviously sword wounds!" said the know-it-all voice, who hadn't liked being left out. It was ordained by the laws of the universe that there must be one in every group.
"Whoa.. Awesome!"
There was a hush of admiring silence.
"Hey, I think that must be a bullet wound!" said the voice that didn't want to be outdone by know-it-all.
"You idiot! That's his-!"
Ichigo couldn't stomach it any longer. He did not take kindly to being peeped at. Especially not by a bunch of shrimpy junior boys who made comments about his physique.
It made his hair stand on end. It was disturbing. It was creepy.
He turned around suddenly, catching them by surprise. They stood rooted to the spot.
"Boo!" he said, softly.
They all jumped and gave individual shrieks of terror. One boy reflexively swallowed his chewing gum in alarm.
Ichigo stamped his foot in their direction and snarled loudly.
Clutching convulsively at each other, they scattered -feet tripping in their haste to escape.
Ichigo broke into a peal of maniacal laughter. "Did you see that? Damn near made them pee their pants!"
Ishida stared at the disturbing sight of Ichigo going into fits of evil cackling.
Knew it would happen one day. Those PA system episodes were just a prelude to losing his mind. It's so sad really. But, don't worry, Kurosaki. If you should ever run amok with your sword…I'll be right there behind you with my bow and arrow –because I know you'd want me to stop you. I swear this on my pride as a Quincy!
Mizuiro shaded his eyes with one hand and peered at the group of fleeing juniors accelerating across the field. They were urgently striving to put a big distance between them and the frightening visage in the locker room.
"Ichigo has been under a lot of pressure lately, ne?" Mizuiro said.
"Ah," Sado confirmed quietly.
Author's Note: The End.
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