A/N: These are not my personal views of knitting since I mysef enjoy it. These short stories are stringed together, though it may not seem so but they are...
I still don't own any character or anything... since I don't own Bleach... so yeah...
Chapter 2… Knitting
Knitting. Renji had been told when coming to the human world that knitting was something old ladies did. Heck, he'd even seen it on that thing that humans called TV. So, if knitting was something old ladies did when they wanted to give their grandchildren a sweater, then why the hell was Kurosaki Ichigo, the 15 year old substitute shinigami sitting on his bed with a fluffy green yarn and doing preparations for knitting it!
After about 20 minutes, the knitting had started to give result, and Renji found himself fascinated by how these simple movement of in, get the yarn, out take eagle of, repeat, managed to make something like that. The green yarn was of the kind that made whatever it was look really fluffy and lush.
"Err... what are ya knittin' Ichigo?" Ichigo looked up at him but continued to knit even without looking at what he was doing, after awhile he answered.
"A scarf…" Renji blinked a couple of times while looking at the bright haired shinigami substitute. A scarf? Yeah… definitely old lady material. This was actually pretty weird.
"… are you sure you didn't switch souls with some old lady?" Renji could see Ichigo's eye twitch and the next thing he knew, a hard math book hit him in the head. Ouch. As he sat up and rubbed his head, Ichigo was still sitting there knitting.
Suddenly the door slammed opened and a roar of "Ichigo" could be heard, Renji nearly had a freaking heart attack. It happened to none other than Ichigo's father out to attack him. Ichigo just raised his leg and kicked the man in the face.
"Not now you crazy bastard! I'm busy! Besides! You nearly gave Renji a fucking heart attack!" Isshin rubbed his face to soothe the ache and cast a glance at Renji who had gripped at his heart and was sitting still in shock mode. He had never been so shocked in his entire life.
"Ichigo!" Isshin roared, making Renji wince at the loudness of his voice. "Why didn't you tell me you had a friend over! Will he be staying for dinner? If so then I have to tell Yuzu right now! He is? Oh good!" After that, he rushed of leaving Renji alone with the still knitting shinigami substitute with strawberry for name and an orange for hair. Renji looked at Ichigo, who didn't seem to have noticed the man who'd just been in the room; he was still doing that infernal knitting thing.
Renji suddenly felt the urge to burn the yarn and snap those metal pointy thingies Ichigo used in half. Ichigo looked at him and said: "… sorry 'bout my old man, he's a pain in the ass. Could you close the door?" Renji shot him an angry glare, the hell? That didn't even count as an apology. He was going to have to talk to Rukia and ask her why she didn't warn him for that crazy man.
Yes, Renji concluded, knitting was the source of all evil. It got on your nerves faster than Asano Keigo himself AND it couldn't be healthy! You could poke an eye out and you'd probably loose a lot of work out to just sitting still doing that. And frankly, Renji had now made knitting the bane of his existence. Even if the scarf that Ichigo was knitting looked terribly comfortable…
NO! That's not how he's supposed to think! Knitting is evil! Argh!
Renji got up and jumped out the window in Ichigo's room with the words: "I'll be back for the dinner! And if you haven't stopped knitting by then I'll kill you! And burn it!" Then he rushed of, not wanting to see another person knit for the rest of his life.
Owari
A/N: Bah, once again it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to... oh well... if you puzzle together the times I wored on it... I would say about 20 minutes once again...
