Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while.
So here I stood. In front of apartment number 15. (Is this some kind of a joke?) I gathered all my courage and rang the bell. I heard steps at the other side of the door and took a deep breath. Heart skipped beat.
Door slowly opened and I saw…
…a midget.
I tried to not to show how that surprised me, but my throat betrayed me and released some hiccup – like sound.
Midget looked at me, amused.
'What could I help you with?' as my eyes focused the view, brain told me that it's not elf, nor a midget – short velvet eyed girl peeked from behind the door, not looking very surprised to see blue haired guy. (Hey, I get a lot of weird glances, so I have right to be full of wonder at her reaction.)
'I… umm…' I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty confused. 'I'm looking for Kurosaki Ichigo. Does he live here?'
The girl eyed me suspiciously. (What?)
'No, he's not here; he doesn't live in this apartment anymore. ' she said in colder voice than before. (Now what?)
'Do you know where I could find him, then?'
'Depends on, who's looking for him.'
Dafuq?
'Umm… I don't understand. What do you mean?' I looked at her, thinking, why would she hide Ichigo's whereabouts as if he was some sort of prison escaped psychopath, hiding from police.
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NO.
'Who are you and why are you looking for Ichigo?' the girl asked a bit angrily. (Seriously, what did I do?)
'I'm Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez; Ichigo is my childhood friend that I haven't seen in long time, so I want to visit him.'
Midget stared at me couple of seconds, then asked another weird thing:
'What's his favorite color, then?'
I answered within a blink of an eye:
'That's easy, purple, of course.'
Small smile tugged on her lips.
''kay, now another one. Where does Ichigo have tattoo? '
Ooookay. Now it's getting from weird to 'wtf is happening?'.
'Eh?.. ' I blinked at her. 'He hasn't any tattoos.'
'Wrong.' A wave of weird depressed disappointment washed over me. 'You pass.'
'Wut?' that's all I managed to say. Seriously, in some situations, god just loves to take away my gift of speaking. (Don't misinterpret me – I'm not religious or anything, but I have to have someone or something to blame for everything that happens.)
The girl giggled.
'Wait a sec, I'll bring his address to you.'
So I just stood there like moron, still not getting what in the frozen hell just happened.
'Here.' She held at me small piece of paper.
'Wha-'
Shorty jus cut me off.
'You'll get all the answers when you'll ask Ichigo. Now go on and visit him' she winked at me and slammed the door.
No, but seriously, dafuq did just happen?
No wonder the whole internet is screaming about how Japan is full of madmen. (Or, in this case, madwomen.)
Million thoughts forced themselves into his head while he was heading to direction of a street where, according to velvet dwarf, I could find Ichigo.
'Why was Ichigo's address such a secret? ' (Well of course you wouldn't give friend's address to a random stranger, but why those weird ass questions?)
'Was he in danger?'
'Who's that chick?'
'What is she exactly to Ichigo?'
'Did Ichigo have a tattoo?'
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'Where?'
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'Hmmmm…'
'Who'll open the door this time?'
'Another midget?'
'Or maybe a giant?'
God, please, anyone, anything but Shirosaki.
So here I stood. AGAIN. I rang the bell. My heart stopped in its tracks when I heard squeaky 'I'll get dat!' DEFINITELY. not Ichigo's.
The lock slowly cracked and the door opened slowly. Please god. No more weird people.
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He just loves fucking with me, my sanity and my life in general.
Another fucking midget. Well, okay, not a midget. Even worse. A kid. Short, sea green hair, gray eyes… And weird mark across her nose and cheeks. (No wonder the female pygmy wasn't surprised at my appearance. Why do these things always happen to me?!)
I wanted to spin on my heel and flee away but…
'Come in', she chirped.
…it was too late.
So instead of freaking out I came in. She locked the door and shouted into empty hall:
'Daddy, dere is a hot piece of ass at the door!'
TMI, godamnit, TMI.
Daddy? Oh, please, no…
Hot piece of ass? Well, ya know, I find myself really hot and attracti-
'Nel, you better not be scaring one of my students again!'
Oh god.
JesusBudhaRaZeusJehovahThor
It's him.
That smooth baritone I would recognize even if I was awakened after ten years of coma and had serious case of schizophrenia.
It's him.
A/N: Holy cheesus. I'm sorry for being inactive. A; here, have a chapter 3!^w^