A/N I thank anyone for reading. Much appreciated. OwO
DeathKnight KiraKira – I love that scene. XD And it just popped into my head randomly, but thankfully she doesn't have a date with him. XD
Freya Ichigosai – Yeah, I have to agree that I made them overdo it, but it was all for the plot. X3 Don't worry, Kenzo will set it straight. :D And I absolutely love Komamura. X3
The Phoenix Wraith – Yeah, I never knew the difference either. OwO It's great to know now. X3
Guest – Thank you! :D
Momochan77 – They prevent Tamura from seeing a lot, so just writing that gave me lots of joy. XD And Komamura is too adorable to not want to cuddle. X3
RinaSakaki – I know, I'm already in love with him. X3
Masume-sama – Their reaction isn't really that big, but I'm going to have fun with them. OwO
A fan – My favorite scene. X3
Lilikoikoi – Oh, my god, that is the cutest name ever. OwO And thank you. :D
pheonix1998 – I did it! :D
I'm sorry I took so long to update. QAQ
Watch Ghost by Mystery Skulls, animated. O.O Go do it now.
You know what? This date that she's supposed to go on completely stopped me from writing. O.O I don't know how to write dates. XD So I powered through it. It may suck, but... yeah. OwO
OH! I also have this problem, with the story. O_O I was thinking it through, I now have a plot(hold your applause), and I just had to say "STOP!" D: If I'm right, then the attraction would start too soon. Like what I did in my first story, which I've hated myself for ever since. DX 'Cause it started too soon, so I spent all this time thinking through it and it started waaaay too soon for my liking.
But I think I've done it! :D
Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach.
Warning – Swearing and... Tamura verbally abusing someone. DX
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"Where're you going?"
Musashi and Kaede blinked in confusion when they saw Kenzo walk down the hallway quickly. They were just about to laze around in the room when he had walked away. He looked back at them and narrowed his eyes with a scowl, looking very pissed off. Crossing his arms, Kenzo turned to face them and pursed his lips.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" Kenzo rolled his eyes and scoffed. "'M gonna go follow her and make sure this date goes off without a hitch."
"What?" Musashi widened his eyes and soon fixed the redhead a glare. "Are you sure you should really be doing that?"
"Yes!" Kenzo held his hands out and gave the two an incredulous stare. "You guys pressured her into going on a date with someone from the eleventh! If you think I'm gonna sit around while she goes on a date with a stranger then you're idiots. I'll tell ya how it goes." He turned and started walking away with a bounce in his step.
"...Should we follow?" Kaede asked, furrowing her brows in confusion and concern.
"No, if the three of us follow there's more of a chance she'll notice us," Musashi sighed and closed his eyes while he crossed his arms. "No more dates, Kaede."
Kaede turned and gave a small frown. "What?" She furrowed her brows in confusion. Didn't he want Tamura to...?
"I know you don't want her to end up alone, but... she's self-conscious, she believes no one will ever love her, and to be frank," Musashi furrowed his brows and gave a deep sigh. "I think she's scared if she'll ever find out what liking someone will be like. Romantic wise, I mean. I don't think she likes us anymore." He sent his friend a flat look.
"But..." Kaede furrowed her brows. "Don't you ever notice the look on her face when she sees a couple?"
Musashi blinked. "No?"
"She just gets this wistful... stare... and she watches the couple for a few seconds and then goes back to whatever she was doing," Kaede rubbed her eyes with both hands and gave a deep sigh. She was pushy. But if they pushed anymore... "Fine. This is the last date I'll ever set her on."
The blond gave a warm smile. "Good," He paused and narrowed his eyes. "Your fingers better not be crossed."
Kaede glanced at him and grinned sheepishly, pulling out her crossed fingers out from behind.
Musashi gave her a flat stare and rolled his eyes.
Tamura walked down the street as slowly as she could. If she shows up late who knows how the guy would react? Maybe it'll tell him she didn't want to go on the date. And then she could leave early and read Seireitei Communication. Or she could try to find a game to play. Or she could try to find new friends and spend time with them and then get it into their heads that she had no desire to go dating! Stopping at a fork in the road she was silent for a moment before turning to the left. Nah, she couldn't make friends. She didn't have the confidence to make new friends.
Unless they were as quiet as her, then yeah.
Or... No, she didn't have the confidence to make friends.
If it wasn't for Kaede she wouldn't have met Musashi. And if it wasn't for Musashi she wouldn't have met Kenzo.
And unfortunately, earlier that day she saw more than she wanted of those two.
While they were... 'busy.'
Her face flushed red as she walked down the street, clearing her throat and keeping her head down when a couple people walked by. She never wanted to see anything like that ever again. Throwing the thought out of her head she continued on, face blank and irritation high. What she wouldn't give to just lay back and relax. Maybe try to talk to Komamura Taicho. The thought of him caused a smile to cross her face.
She was glad she was denied from the other divisions. Which was sad, but hey, at least she wouldn't need to practice Ho Ho like crazy to be worthy of the second division.
Now, back to the topic at hand.
Dates...
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. People took one look at her, noticed how plain she was, and lost interest and just tried to stay nice. She wasn't a keeper. The first date she had gone on she was blushing and nervous. But she saw that look that crossed the guy's face. He looked disappointed and uninterested but he made conversation.
Tamura was observant.
She didn't know where she got it, but it was easy to spot someone that was drinking by looking closely at them. Quiet people tend to notice more things than others, that's what she heard. She didn't think it was true, of course, until she started noticing expressions on peoples faces. Intoxicated people, who knew her, tried to play off as casual, but something always struck her as wrong. As soon as she would find out they were drunk she would grow cold.
Why she was like this... she had no clue. She just wanted to be comfortable with them, but she couldn't. It was hard. Maybe someday in the future she'll even try to drink herself.
She gave a snort.
Yeah, right.
Pausing, she raised her head and frowned before whipping around and staring in the distance. It felt like... Nah, it was nothing. Pursing her lips, she gave a small hum before continuing on. Maybe the thought of going to a dangerous place was making her paranoid.
Elsewhere, Kenzo sighed deeply in relief, pressed against the wall of the building. She was getting better at sensing, he'll give her that. Peeking around the corner he had to smirk when he saw her kick the ground before she tripped and stumbled.
Aww, she was going on a date.
Too bad she didn't want to go on it.
Tamura looked up in despair at the symbol of the eleventh division, furrowing her brows and giving another deep sigh. She didn't want to go in. No, she didn't want to be anywhere near this place. She'd rather jump in a cesspool... No, she'd rather go home. No cesspool. Maybe take a bath and relax. Oooh, and get something to eat. Maybe she can leave now? No, she'd be considered rude if she left right now.
She didn't want to be thought of as rude.
Feeling as if she were walking into Hell, or somewhere just as horrible, she scrunched her eyes shut and walked through the gates. Oh, man. Was she attacked yet? Did someone attack her and she was dead now? No, she wasn't dead... but some pretty powerful reiatsu hit her.
She was almost knocked to the side, widening her eyes and gasping for a moment. Where the hell was that reiatsu coming from? Turning around she started looking for anyone near her. No... Actually, no one was around. Where...? She turned to stare at the back of the compound, raising her eyebrows slightly before she started walking towards the back. Maybe at the training grounds? When she arrived she looked around, seeing people standing around the training grounds before she looked to see what was all the commotion. She widened her eyes and gawked, jaw dropping open in shock.
In the middle of the training field Ikkaku skidded back and looked up with a smirk.
Kenpachi stood straight and rested his zanpakuto on his shoulder, quirking a brow with a toothy grin when both his third and fifth seat picked themselves back up. Two on one, just how he'd prefer it. They weren't helping each other, and if they had he would have beat them a minute after they started.
Ikkaku laughed before he ran forward and used shunpo to get behind the Taicho, who blocked his attack without even looking. Kenpachi rolled his eyes and huffed before he turned and kicked the third seat in the side, sending him skidding across the training field. Yumichika chose that moment to attack, jumping in the air and raising his blade before he brought it down. Again, the Taicho deflected the attack and merely smirked when Yumichika landed on the ground and spun around to get him in the side.
His grin was downright bloodthirsty, his visible eye wide with excitement for battle. His reiatsu rose, hitting everyone's shoulders and making them stumble for a moment. The subordinate of Komamura Taicho almost fell to her knees, but she grabbed onto the railing.
Tamura parted her lips and stepped forward, eyes wide with wonder and awe. Whoa.
She was watching Zaraki Taicho fight...
She gave a wide grin and gave an excited squeal. Awesome! She never got to see any of the Taichos fight. She could have, when the Kurosaki Ichigo and his friends came, but she was just trying to find out what to do during the whole fiasco. But now she finally gets to see one, granted it might be training but still...
Ikkaku and Yumichika both charged, ready to attack when the Taicho lifted his sword. They widened their eyes and used shunpo to jump into the air, just as Kenpachi swung his sword. Instantly, a large gash streaked across the field. He grunted when Yumichika's weapon got his side, blood staining the ground as he turned and thrust his arm out. Yumichika managed to block it, gritting his teeth and pushing it away.
Just as he jumped back the third seat charged and swung his blade, catching the Taicho's back and giving a manic grin.
"Yer gonna have ta do better than that." Kenpachi turned and raised his arm, bringing down his sword and smirking when Ikkaku dodged it and got his shoulder. "Gettin' better, Ikkaku."
Ikkaku smirked at the praise and swung his weapon once more, not at all discouraged when the Taicho blocked his attack.
When the third and fifth seat attacked, Kenpachi narrowed his eyes and swung his sword, his reiatsu causing them to fly back and hit the ground.
When they looked up they widened their eyes when the Taicho standing over them with a smirk.
"You lose." Kenpachi rested his sword on his shoulder with a grin.
The third and fifth seat scowled before they smirked in amusement and stood up.
Tamura gawked in surprise, eyes wide in awe as she watched the fight finish. Whoa. Was this how seated officers fought? Well, when people trained they didn't use real blades, but still... Eyes still wide, her mouth curled into a smile before she grinned. Seated officers were awesome. How come she didn't see them fight often? She heard how amazing people said the Taichos were when they fought, but she never witnessed one fight before. Unless one counted that time she had got Komamura Taicho to crush that centipede when she saw it.
The... ahem, 'battle' was short but it was rewarded with praises.
And kisses, too, if she had known where to kiss the Taicho.
Not that she would, there were rules against that.
All she had remembered doing, when she had bent down to pick up some books she had dropped by accident when cleaning his shelf, was widen her eyes before she screamed bloody murder. Komamura, the sweetheart, had jumped up and ran to her and asked what was wrong. She then pointed at the bug while standing on the table, eyes wide and trembling, and continued to chant 'Kill it! Kill it!' while she was as pale as a ghost. She had actually cried tears of happiness when he stepped on it and wiped up the remains. He had rubbed her head when she whimpered and started apologizing for screaming.
Damn... she just loved her Taicho.
Tamura was so lost in her thoughts, with a grin crossing her face when she thought how much she admired and respected Komamura Taicho, that she didn't notice the high seats of the eleventh division heading her way. Only when the Taicho stood ten feet from her and stared at her with a confused frown did she finally become aware of her surroundings. She blinked before her eyes snapped wide open.
Holy shit...
Zaraki Taicho was right in front of her.
Chuckling nervously, Tamura took a step back... and then a few more for good measure. Before she could get out of there(by running as fast as she could) a flash of recognition crossed Kenpachi's face before he sent her a mild glare. Which still scared the crap out of her. How the hell can this guy be so scary?! Even Komamura Taicho wasn't that scary when she met him and he's over nine frickin' feet tall! She turned and tried walking away before someone stood in front of her. She squeaked and stumbled back in surprise.
Yumichika narrowed his eyes when he saw who it was, the one who dared say everyone from the eleventh division was ugly. He would agree with that, but he was apart of the eleventh division. So his pride, along with the division he supposed, was on the line here. Out of everyone else he was the most beautiful, and he wouldn't let this... this... thing say otherwise. He eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance.
Her hair was slightly frizzy and had split ends, but it still shined nicely. She didn't look like she took care of her skin, it was oily and her hands seemed dry from where he stood. Large, brown eyes stared back at him... not a rare eye color either, so she was plain. Nothing but a plain thing to look over and she dared to say he was ugly? A sneer crossed his face, watching as the woman widened her eyes and took a tiny step back.
"You—"
"Hey, yer the chick that called us ugly." Ikkaku stared at the woman blankly.
Yumichika sent the third seat a flat stare. Didn't he hear him trying to speak?
Tamura whirled around, eyes round and standing stiff. "...What?" Her voice sounded small.
"Yer the woman that said everyone at the eleventh division was ugly," Ikkaku had quirked an eyebrow at her voice, taking a moment to observe the woman. She made herself look small, wide eyes staring at him fearfully under her eyelashes. Frowning to himself he soon blinked and raised his eyebrows. "Hmm."
She didn't have a backbone.
Well, now he felt like crap. "Yumichika—"
He was too late.
"Who do you think you are?" Yumichika continued to sneer at the woman, seeing her jump and turn to stare at him with wide eyes. He placed his hands on his hips, soon flipping his hair back. The Taicho stayed silent, eyeing the man blankly. "Ugly? Me?" Now a confused look crossed the woman's face. "You are nothing to fawn over."
Ikkaku slapped a hand to his face. "Yumichika!"
"What?!" The fifth seat sent him an exasperated look. He was trying to tell someone off, thank you very much.
The third seat then looked pointedly at the woman, so he did as he was silently told and looked at the woman closely. He soon widened his eyes just a fraction and seemed the freeze.
Tamura was breathing slightly hard, arms pulled close and staring everywhere else. Oh, man, what should she do? Her anxiety was acting up, she felt like everyone was staring at her. She was nervous, yeah, she was definitely nervous. Here, someone from the eleventh division, and someone strong too, was getting mad at her. And something about ugliness, apparently. She didn't know what to do! Should she run?
Yumichika blinked before he closed his eyes and frowned.
Well, didn't he feel awful now?
"Uh..." Tamura chuckled nervously and shuffled on spot, swinging her arms. She soon pointed in a direction with her thumb. "I'm just gonna... leave now."
She turned and tried running away.
Tried.
She soon squawked when something landed on her back, letting out a screech and whipping her head around to see what it was. Oh, god, if it was a bat she'd scream bloody murder! If it was anything else like a blade she was going to scream bloody murder. She soon blinked and widened her eyes when her face was grabbed. She was turned to look left, then right, up, down and right forward again. Blinking, her eyes connected with large eyes.
"She doesn't look ugly!" Yachiru gave a pout, continuing to hold onto the baffled woman's face. Tamura blinked before she pulled a face. What? "She looks normal!"
"Too normal." Yumichika quickly muttered under his breath, and ignored the flat stare Ikkaku sent him.
"Uh... What?" Tamura sent the fukutaicho a look of confusion, furrowing her brow.
"He said you were ugly!" Yachiru ratted him out and pointed at the fifth seat.
Tamura quickly narrowed her eyes, her right eye soon twitching. What? Who the hell did he think he was...? Nope. No. Hell no. No, no no no no no. She was done. Turning around she quickly tried heading for the exit, intending to get the hell out of there as quickly as she could. Who cared if she was walking out without talking to her date? All these dates can just kiss her ass(not literally, that'd be creepy). She didn't care anymore, hell, that bastard back there just confirmed her thoughts! She was ordinary, someone to look over, no one to fuss over!
Still, what a fucking assho—
She froze in step when she remembered she had a passenger, turning and instantly scowling when she saw the fukutaicho grinning at her. With care, and maybe grabbing too swiftly, she handled the fukutaicho and set her on the ground before she began stomping towards the exit with a cold look in her eyes.
"Oh! Uh, wait!"
Son of a bitch!
Trying to wipe the scowl off her face, she turned and regained that look of innocence that made people want to avoid teasing her. And it always seemed to work, which just amazed her sometimes. What can she say? She has a gift for looking as innocent as a New Year babe. Some people thought she was too innocent, like she didn't even know how people had sex. She knew. She just didn't know... what they did during it. Ahem... So, yeah.
Someone jogged towards her with an embarrassed smile, stopping in front of her and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know where you went," He gave a wide grin, seeming to be full of confidence. "I'm Kichirou Hisoka, I'm your blind date for tonight." His grin turned bashful, which made some of the men standing around them roll their eyes.
Tamura resisted the urge to send him a flat stare. "Um... My name is Shuya Tamura." She held out her hand and attempted a smile.
Kenpachi quirked a brow and frowned when he saw her mouth twitching in an effort to keep it on her face. The fuck...?
"It's nice to meet you!" Hisoka continued to smile pleasantly, and brilliantly everyone thought, before he gestured towards the compound. "We'll be eating here~!"
Tamura blinked.
Yumichika narrowed his eyes and gawked.
Ikkaku quirked a brow.
Kenpachi was already walking away.
Yachiru ran after him before situating herself on his shoulder.
Hisoka turned around and grinned at the third and fifth seat, holding his hand out towards the woman. "This is my blind date!" He seemed to be very happy for that fact.
Though Yumichika and Ikkaku weren't even looking at him and looked past him to see a flat look cross the woman's face. She glanced at the building and pulled a face, seeming the find the idea of eating at the compound distasteful. Not because of the location, maybe just a little, but more of the fact that she thought men took women to restaurants for dates. That's what all her other dates did. Why was this guy bringing her here to eat?
Yumichika thought along the same lines, giving Hisoka a glare. "You are eating here... for your... date." He gave the woman a pointed stare, showing how much he thought of her.
Hmph... he was not ugly.
"Yes," Hisoka furrowed his brow and frowned slightly. "I thought it would be good to eat here."
"I don't know much 'bout dates," Ikkaku gave him a dry stare. "but I'm pretty sure you take them out for these things."
Hisoka blinked before he widened his eyes and gasped. Oh-no! Did he just ruin this? He already had his friend cook them a dinner because he was short on money, sadly. He turned, intending to apologize, but blinked when he saw she was smiling and heading for the building. Raising his eyebrows, the warrior furrowed his brow and turned towards the two seated officers. They were also staring after the woman in confusion.
"Where are we going to be eating?" Tamura struggled to keep the smile on her face, furrowing her brows and chuckling nervously.
I'm going to kill Kaede.
Because this "date" was going swimmingly. Two minutes into the "date" and she already wanted to leave. And it didn't even involve alcohol. Who knew? When he walked in front of her to lead the way, with an uncertain look thrown her way, she plastered a scowl onto her face. Anyone who saw her gave her odd stares, especially when her eyes grew cold when she would spot someone with a bottle of sake.
Ugh, it was like this place had drunks everywhere!
Her expression grew more livid, hands shaking by her sides as they were led—Seriously?
Tamura's face went flat when she stared into the mess hall, her eyes slowly making a bee-line towards her "date"—damn, what was his name?(oh, yeah, Hisoka)—and oh, look, he was smiling. How cute, she thought dryly. Then she remembered Kaede and Musashi's advice. Hesitantly she tried to smile, but it came out crooked and strained. But hey, she was smiling. It was the thought that counted. When they walked in some people glanced at the woman curiously before they went back to their food and—her eye twitched—drinks. Why were they eating here?
They sat at a table for two in the mess hall, the woman lowering her head to hide her red face. God, this was embarrassing. It felt like everyone was staring at them. Looking up, she gave twitch when she saw Hisoka grinning at other people and waving. Was he trying to tell everyone what this was?
"I can't bear to watch."
Ikkaku looked to the right, seeing Yumichika covering his face with his hands as he stared at the two. They were there for about five minutes and already the third seat was cringing. It seemed Kichirou was utterly oblivious to the woman's distaste of being there. The fifth seat shook his head before he walked over to the table where they usually sat during while they ate. Lowering himself into the chair, he could barely look away from the table.
"It's horrible," Yumichika murmured, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. "How could he bring her here to eat? This is..."
"Too embarrassing." Ikkaku finished, rolling his eyes and scoffing lightly.
"Yes!"
Tamura glanced around uneasily, watching as men shoved each other and laughed loud as they enjoyed their time. Wow, was everyone loud in this place? Well, maybe except for those "strong silent" types. And though she wouldn't admit it, she had a thing for... those strong types. Her instructor at the academy had been a kind, caring man, and have the aura of someone strong, but he seemed to turn down everyone that approached him. Ah, well.
She often wondered what happened to that guy. She didn't bother checking up on people she had former feelings for... or anyone else she used to know.
"So, how did you meet Kaede?" Hisoka decided to try and go for something they both knew, giving a kind smile and sitting straight.
"I met her when we were both in the academy," Tamura gave a shaky smile and shrugged lightly. "She was the only one willing to talk to me."
"Oh, you weren't popular?" It was a harmless question, but it still made Tamura look to the side and narrow her eyes and scowl. Jerk. "Neither was I, now that I recall." Hisoka looked up in thought and gave a small frown. "Yeah, no one liked me 'cause I came from the Rukon."
Yeah, those nobles were assholes for acting like that. As if they were scum they had to scrub off the bottom of their shoes. Even thinking about it now caused a scowl to cross her face.
"Uh... yeah," Tamura gave it her best and smiled at a total stranger. "She's my best friend." And I'm going to kill her after this date. "How do you know her?"
"We met when we were in the shopping district," Hisoka cleared his throat and looked to the side, shrugging lightly with an embarrassed grin. "I ran into her and... uh, accidentally groped her," Tamura's eyes bugged out. Was it really an accident? You never knew with these thugs. Then again, this guy was nice so far... "and she tore me a new one."
Yep, that sounded like Kaede.
She couldn't help it. She had started snickering, covering her mouth as she grinned before she jumped and widened her eyes. Laughing at people was bad! Glancing up shyly, she blinked in surprise when she saw Hisoka gazing at her with a smile. A small frown crossed her face as she looked down at her lap. Well, he was handsome, she'd give him that... But at the first sign of alcohol she was leaving, and kicking his ass at the same time!
...Yeah, right, she could barely tackle Kenzo without hurting herself in the process.
It had happened one time, when she tried catching him off guard. He didn't even budge when she slammed into his side. All he did was look down when she fell to the ground and blinked in confusion.
Then he started laughing when he realized what had happened.
If Kaede wasn't her best friend, he definitely would be her best friend.
He was nice, and always seemed to be in a good mood.
But his perverted attitude made her want to hit him sometimes.
She listened as Hisoka talked, giving a wide grin and getting embarrassed when he realized he was talking too long. All she did was smile and wave her hand and continued to let him talk. She wasn't much of a talker, anyway. No, she supposed she was, but she just assumed some people didn't want to hear her talk. The life of Tamura, awkward around people and unable to start conversations. She discreetly rolled her eyes at herself.
"Well, they seem ta be enjoyin' themselves now," Ikkaku ignored them now, grabbing a cup and taking a small sip of sake. It burned pleasantly as it made its way down his throat. "So stop starin' at 'em like a creep."
Yumichika did no such thing, continuing to watch with a scowl. That woman... Ugh, couldn't she see how beautiful he was?
Ikkaku just rolled his eyes.
The couple, now getting comfortable with each other, gazed at one another before they looked away. Tamura rubbed her hands together, wetting her lips with her tongue and feeling embarrassed. Why was she getting so... weird? Boy, was it hot in here? Well, look at the bright side. At least he wasn't drinking. She even found herself enjoying her time. Which was startling. This guy was nice and all, but... she didn't really want a boyfriend.
Though Kaede was right.
If she did, in fact, get married(she ignored the urge to snort with laughter) then she would be doing nothing but married couple stuff... Whatever married couples did together. She knew they did things together in the bedroom but did they play games? It wouldn't be fun if they didn't play games. Or cuddled together. Hmm... what did married couples do? Maybe if she got married herself she'd know...
Tamura started snickering just as someone grabbed Hisoka's attention.
Hisoka widened his eyes and gazed at his friend with a gawk, who grinned apologetically and then smirked cockily.
He stood up and held his hands out. "I-I'm sorry, Tamura-chan," She stared at him with a dumbfounded look for the suffix. Tamura what? "but there's an issue in the kitchen and our food, so I have to go see to that." He gave a nervous grin before he turned and sent Makoto a glare.
Who only shrugged and gave another smirk. "Don't look at me, it was Aramaki. Stupid bastard bumped inta Shinobu and set off a chain reaction. Now everythin's a mess." Makoto rolled his eyes and scoffed, holding a hand up when he saw Hisoka's face darken. "Don't worry, we already handled him." He paused for effect and gave a wide, deadly grin. "He's tied up in the supply closet."
Hisoka sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. This date was a disaster now. "Let's just go and try to fix this."
"Got it, boss." Makoto gave a thumbs up and rolled his eyes before he turned to head back for the kitchen, nothing but sarcasm in his tone.
Hisoka turned around and gave a wide, nervous grin. "I'm sorry, again, Tamura-chan, but I have to go fix this and then I'll be back!"
Was he going to keep calling her that? "No problem." She blinked with a blank look on her face, watching as the man smiled and followed his friend.
Hmm... Well, she had no experience, so she didn't know if this qualified as bad. Maybe? Well, he did apologize, but then... Shrugging lightly, she gave a small sigh and fiddled with her fingers as she leaned back in her seat. Now what? Does she wait? Does she bail? Does she play a game of "I Spy" against herself? Actually, that sounded like fun, much better than sitting here in awkward silence. Now, what to spot...?
The background noise seemed to quiet for a moment before people started bellowing out greetings, which caused the woman to turn and raise her eyebrows in curiosity.
Zaraki Taicho walked into the room, looking as dangerous as ever.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and a scowl crossed her face. Sure, she was scared of this man, but he was also the man that had fought against Komamura Taicho. Pursing her lips, she huffed and turned around in her seat. If she was strong enough, and had enough confidence, she would punch him... and if she punched him now then she'd only hurt herself. She had heard, one time, that someone punched him in a drunken rage and had broken their hand.
Though that might have been because Zaraki Taicho grabbed him later and snapped his wrist.
But, really... who was stupid enough to try and punch Zaraki Taicho?
Just the thought of the Taicho(who dared hurt Komamura) caused her to scowl and glare at the tabletop. Ugh, she didn't like him. She didn't hate him, not really, she just found him intimidating... and frickin' scary. Seriously, he drank hollow blood!
...Though that may or may not have been just a rumour.
It wasn't proven... yet.
Across the room, Kenpachi walked towards his chair, turning around and sitting down and resting his cheek against his hand, gazing across the room in boredom. Right now he just wanted to crash out and train early tomorrow morning. And start training everyone. They were all starting to become fat slobs. At least they weren't like Soi Fon's fukutaicho, though that bastard's been a useless idiot since he's been fukutaicho.
Someone set food in front of him, and his usual bottle of sake. Yachiru was already tearing into her food, giving a wide grin when he reached over and ruffled her hair.
When he looked up he gave a frown when he saw that woman looking around the mess hall with raised eyebrows. Where the hell was Kichirou? Did he ditch her already? Eh, it wasn't his business. Reaching towards his food he poured himself a drink and drank it with one gulp. They should go on patrol soon, then maybe his boredom would be sated.
Yachiru wasn't bored, lucky lil' brat, she had her club and all her friends to entertain her.
Him? He had nothing to do but train and nap.
It wasn't much different than before, when he had become a Taicho, but he had something to actually look forward to. Fighting Ichigo. But the little coward didn't bother with their rematch. Apparently, he thought that since they were "friends" they shouldn't have to fight. Scoffing lightly, he rolled his eyes. Of course friends can fight. Everyone did it. Huffing under his breath he stared at the inside of his cup with a scowl.
Stupid idiot.
Now he was nothing but bored.
Now she was bored.
Tamura scowled and looked around, looking for another thing that started with "G". Grey, grape, ground(but that didn't count, since she was staring at the floor), green(someone actually had that hair color, ugh), and other things... What should she look for now? Something that began with "H"? Resting her head in her hands she gave a bored sigh.
"Hey, lookit."
Furrowing her brow, she turned her head towards the voice.
Instantly, she narrowed her eyes and sneered, eyes growing cold when she saw some inebriated people staring at her with interest. Curling her lip she scoffed and looked away.
"Hey."
Her shoulders bunched up, curling her fingers and gritting her teeth. All these years and she still didn't know why she was angry with people that would drink. Why they drank, she didn't know, and pretty much didn't care. They would instantly slide into the "useless" pile.
"Hey, woman."
Turning her head, Tamura gave them a sneer, narrowing her eyes and staring at them in disgust. They didn't seem dissuaded, though. Either they didn't notice, or didn't care, but they leered at her and gave smarmy grins.
"How would ya like ta come over 'ere an' drink with us?" The man, an ugly one at that, too, motioned for her to join their table.
"No thanks," Her tone was icy, face still set in that cold look. "So please, kindly, leave me alone." She gritted the words out.
"No need ta be a bitch," He stood up, not noticing that she flinched. No need to be a what?! While her face was nothing but cold, she was asking, as kindly as she could, for him to leave her alone! "I was askin' nicely." He stumbled towards her, which caused her to go ramrod straight and widen her eyes in rage. "Now c'mon." He grabbed her arm and pulled her from her seat, tearing a protest from her.
At that moment, everyone looked up and frowned when they saw what Akihiko and his group of friends were doing. The Taicho narrowed his eyes and frowned before he sighed and stood up to deal with the situation. Ikkaku and Yumichika were immediately on his heels, scowling at the man.
Jeez, that idiot was tremendously stupid when he got drunk.
"Hey, let go!" Tamura snarled, trying to wretch her arm away from the man, lip curled in a sneer and eyes growing dark with anger.
"We jus' wanna have fun, ya don't need ta be a bitch." He slurred, clearly ignoring her when he tried to pull her towards their table.
WHAT?! She wasn't used to this. She was used to drunk people leaving her alone, especially when they would see how much they disgusted her. A sneer from her was enough to stop them from talking to her. Even Kaede and Kenzo would stop talking to her until they were completely sober. Tamura's observation skills were a little impressive, since she kept a lookout all the time for any signs of someone being drunk, which were easy enough to spot.
The stench of alcohol around them was enough of an indicator, their eyes, the way they spoke, the way they tried hard to hide it from her.
Drunk people were so easy to spot.
Her cold attitude was enough to stop them, but not this asshole!
Her anger was steadily growing the more he tugged on her arm, trying to pull herself free as she glared at the man. The men around her took one look at her and widened their eyes when they saw the absolute rage in her eyes, some actually getting up and trying to help.
"Would you let go, you son of a bitch!" She screamed, finally pulling herself free.
Finally, the fucking idiot seemed to get that something was wrong.
He turned, just in time to see a pair of dark, green eyes glowing at him. Her reiatsu was leaking out, which caused the effect, but she knew it wasn't impressive. Kenzo said only strong emotions of anger could cause this, and this idiot had pissed her off enough that her eyes were starting to glow.
Kenpachi had stopped right when he was about to grab the idiot, raising an eyebrow and giving a small frown.
Shaking in anger, Tamura gritted her teeth and snarled out, "How fucking stupid are you, you dumb... son of a... BITCH?!" Her icy tone was enough to make the man flinch, along with some men around her. "If someone tells you to let go, you fucking let them go! Or are you so drunk you can't seem to fucking process that through your fucking drunk-addled mind!" He flinched again and took a step back when she glared at him.
He held his hands up, trying to explain himself.
"NO! You...! No," A dark smile crossed her face, her eye twitching for a moment. "you see, you don't get to talk. No, you are a drunk. A useless, ugly, stupid, bastard that doesn't get a say in anything. And a drunk shouldn't have an opinion of any kind." She spat the word 'drunk' like it was the most disgusting thing she ever learned of, and didn't seem to notice that everyone watched as she basically verbally abused the man, watching the show with wide, intrigued eyes.
She turned, intending to leave and forget everything that ever happened there, including the date, and stopped when she was in front of the Taicho.
Her eyes flicked towards the bottle in his hand.
Kenpachi frowned when her face twisted into another sneer before she glared up at him with wide, rage-filled eyes.
"Get out of my way, you useless DRUNK!" She yelled, causing the Taicho to widen his eyes slightly in shock and the fukutaicho to gasp before she sent her a glare.
Side-stepping around the man, she walked towards the exit with her hands shaking, eyes still wide and lip curled in a snarl. Oh, man! When was the last time she was this angry?! Sliding the door open harshly, she stomped down the hallway with a growl, ignoring the shocked people that stared after her. What she wouldn't give to punch that bastard! And kick him between the legs! Once arriving outside, did her actions finally register. Slowly, her eyes wide growing wide with horror as her jaw dropped.
She just...
...
She yelled at Zaraki Taicho!
Gawking, her jaw hung open as she trembled on spot.
And called him a "useless drunk!"
Before she could panic and pull her hair out Kenzo appeared in front of her, which caused her to jump and widen her eyes when he wrapped his arm around her. They disappeared just as the door slid open and Hisoka ran out with Makoto and looked around with wide eyes. Furrowing his brows, his shoulders dropped at the same an air of despair surrounded him. They didn't even get to eat...
"W-What happened?" Hisoka turned to stare at his tall friend, seeing him shrug with a confused frown.
"I dunno, but I heard yellin' from the mess hall."
Makoto rubbed the back of his head and frowned at the pathetic image his friend made. This was the first date he's had in months, and it went to hell before they even got to eat. Or see if there could have gone anywhere.
"It was Akihiko." They both turned to see the ever-serious, slender man that was Gorou, eyes blank and back straight as he stared at them.
"A-Akihiko?" Hisoka asked, blinking twice before he started shaking in anger, hands shaking before he started stomping up the steps and down the hallway. "I'm going to kill him!" He growled out, his two friends staring after him.
Makoto blinked in a bored manner, arms crossed over his chest before he glanced at Gorou. "So, what'd the bastard do to chase the woman away?"
Gorou glanced at him blankly and relayed everything he had seen in the mess hall. Slowly, the tall man's eyes started growing wide before he began cackling. Holy fuck, this was hilarious! If Hisoka didn't go after that woman to apologize, then hell, he'll go and see if she wants to be his woman!
Gorou rolled his eyes and walked away as the man continued to laugh himself sick.
Okay, this... yeah, this has to be my favorite first impression ever. XD
Anyone noticed my new avatar pic? OwO It's no longer Kenpachi or Yachiru, but I still like it. :D I'm still debating whether or not to make Hisoka, Makoto, and Gorou regulars. I like them already. OwO
And, since my other stories have an older role model, these guys will have one, too. :D Though he won't be like Tetsuya or Hiroshi. X3 Maybe a little like Tetsuya, but hopefully not by much. :D
November 22, 2014