Yellow!
Without further adu, here is THE chapter!!
Enjoy!
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"Now, now everyone," said Ms. Yukari, trying to shush her students. They had been talking all mourning abut this-that, but mostly about the absents of Orihime, Ishida, Rukia and Ichigo. And it was quite unusual for them to be late- well, except for Orihime. Orihime only came on time or even early in the summer. Tuning out, Ms. Yukari thought back something that Orihime had said to her a few months ago "I'm so excited that summer's almost here, that I can't sleep! But when I wake up in the mourning, I wake up all sparkly!" Orihime squealed while casting the affect that she was sparkling.
'That Orihime sure is a weird one…,' thought Ms. Yukari. Tuning back to reality, Ms. Yukari saw that her students hadn't quieted down at all.
"Now, class, please,"
The class was still talking.
"CLASS."
Still talking.
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BRATS—OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!!" shouted Ms. Yukari with a pulse mark on her head. The class silenced immediately, all thinking the same thing;
'Ms. Yukari sure is a weird one…'
"Thank you, now everyone," said Ms. Yukari as she started to walk around the classroom, taking the student's homework assignment "I want you to know that this particular home work assignment is taken very seriously- understood? I mean, besides your other exams and other school crap, this is like, your whole grade for the year and- MR. KEIGO, WHERE IS YOUR HOMEWORK?!?!?"
"Umm…Sorry, but I couldn't complete it-"
"DIDN'T YOU JUST HEAR ME?!? I FREAKIN' SAID THAT THIS IS ASSIGHNMENT IS WORTH MORE THAN ALL THE BEST RAMEN AND ANIME COMBIND, DUH!!!!"
"Sorry-"
"YOU HAD BETTER HAVE A FREAKIN' GOOD EXCUSE FOR THIS!!! DAMN IT!!"
"W-well..My grandmother died and I had to drive over to her house and…yeah…"
"YOU CALL THAT AN EXCUSE?!?!? PUHTOOY!-"Ms.Yukari spat on his desk. "MY PINKY TOE COULD HAVE MADE UP A BETTER EXCUSE THAN THAT PIECE O' FREAKIN' ROTTED CANDY!!!! GO STAND OUTSIDE AND DON'T GO ANY WHERE UNTIL I TELL YOU TO!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!?!!?!?!?"
"Y-y-yes Ms.Yukari…!"
"Good,"Ms.Yukari took a breath, trying to relax herself. She inhaled again and screamed "NOW GOOO!!!"
Keigo immediately dashed outside. The whole classroom stayed silent and kept silent even after Ms. Yukari collected all of the homework assignments and went to her desk to grade them. The tension in the classroom was tenser then it had ever been within all the years wasted there.
'There's only one explanation why Ms. Yukari exploded with more furry and anger then usual-' thought the class.
'She must've been dumped by another boy friend again,' The class sweat-dropped.
"NO SWEAT-DROPPING!!!"
……………..
"Well, class, I've just about finished grading your assignments and let me say just this- I'm very disappointed in you-ALL OF YOU. None of you even tried to write something the least bit romantic! Not even you, Chiyo-chan. You failed."
Hearing that, Chiyo-chan burst into tears. "Bwaaaa! Sniff, sniff, I'm so sorry Sensei!! I-I-I thought I was trying my best-"
"OBVIOUSLY, YOU WEREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH!!! NOW SHUT UP, I HAVE A CLASS TO RUN!!"
But no matter how hard she tried, Chiyo-chan still cried.
"That's it-YOU'RE JIONING KIEGO IN THE HALL IF YOU CAN'T STOP CRYING!!!"
"O-ok…"sniffed Chiyo chan. If there was one person she feared in her short living life, it was Keigo. He was pervert. Ewww.
----------------------(In the Halls of the School)--------------------------
"Hurry it up Rukia! We're late enough as it is!" shouted Ichigo as he and Rukia ran to their class room.
Rukia smiled. "Shut up! Your legs are much longer than mine so you go faster!"
"Not my fault your legs are short! Now c'mon, we're-WWAAAAAAA!!" Ichigo tripped on his own foot and landed right smack on his face.
"Ichigo!" Shouted Rukia as she catched up to him. "Ichigo, are you alright?!" She sat next to him, and tried to make her voice sound concerned and not like she was trying to suppress a laugh- which she was.
"You find this funny, don't you?!" grumbled Ichigo.
"Yes" laughed Rukia. "Hahahahahaha!"
"Yeah, well...we'll see who'll be laughing after school." Said Ichigo as he tried to pick himself off the floor.
"Oooo, Ichigo You're so bad" teased Rukia seductively.
"You're pretty bad yourself, for someone who's only half my size."
"Shut up!" Rukia punched Ichigo on the head. "We short people have feelings too!"
"…I know you do." Breathed Ichigo seductively. He moved closer to Rukia, staring intently into her wide eyes. When he was close enough, he started to stroke her hair. It was soft. She leaned on his chest, and he put his other arm around her small body.
They sat like that for a while; Ichigo stroking Rukia's' hair and Rukia staring at his eyes. It was just one of those…comforting moments.
"Ichigo…" whispered Rukia. "Ichigo, we have to go."
"…Don't…wanna…" he breathed in the sent of her hair. Apples.
"We have to." She said getting up and walking away from him, towards the class room.
It was a stupid question, but he just had to ask "Why?"
"Because," Rukia said, walking towards a classmate who looked like he was sleeping outside of their classroom. "I sense a certain Keigo watching us." She hit his head with her back pack, hard enough so he would be knocked out.
"What's wrong with that?"
"He was staring at us in a perverted way."
"Eeeeewwww."
And ending on that note, Rukia kicked open the door to their classroom, and slammed her foot down on the floor- making a THWACK! sound. Ichigo ran to her side, and in unison they both stupidly asked "ARE WE LATE?!" Everyone in the class was staring at them; except Ms. Yukari. She was staring intently into space.
"Mr. Kurosaki and Ms. Kuchiki," Ms. Yukari said through gritted teeth. "Hand me your papers and sit down."
"Yes ma'am." They could both feel the tension in the room, and they both had a theory why: 'Ms. Yukari got dumped again.' Ichigo and Rukia took out their homework and handed it to Ms. Yukari as they walked to their desks. They sat down quietly and didn't speak another word.
Time passed eventually, and Ms. Yukari stood in front of her desk. "I've finished grading your papers," she said quietly. Her eyes were watering and her breathing was unsteady.
"Is she allergic to ramen?," thought Rukia in discussed.
Ms. Yukari took another breath. "Your papers…SO BEAUTIFUL!" Ms. Yukari wailed, tears streaming down her face. "Both of you, spilling out all of your hearts and souls and even your other unnecessary organs!! It's clear who the winner is…THE WINNER IS--"
The classroom door boomed open again, and both Orihime and Ishida stupidly asked in unison "ARE WE LATE?!"
"YOU IDOITS! YOU TOTTALLY RUINED THE DRAMA IN THE ROOM!!! TAKE YOUR SEATS!!" Orihime and Ishida power walked to Ms. Yukari, gave her their papers, and quickly took their seats. They glanced at each other and tried not to laugh, for what ever reason it might have been. Ms. Yukari skimmed through their papers, and quickly grabbed a tissue, because-some how- her nose started to bleed.
'This is hard,' thought Ms. Yukari. 'Which one do I choose? The one where hearts, souls, and other unnecessary organs are being spilled out, or the one that has smut? Heart or Smut? Both good choices, but which rules out the other?'
-----------------(Many, Many, Many, Class periods Later)--------------
After making many notes, metal debates, and ordering and flirting with the Ramen Shop Chef- Urahara- Ms. Yukari had come to her final decision. "Ok class; I will now announce the winner of the Chappy the Bunny T-Shirt!!" Ichigo, Rukia, Ishida, Orihime, and even Keigo- who was still outside- leaned forward in their desks. This was it;
'This is it!' thought Ichigo.
'This is my time to shine- sorry Ichigo!' thought Rukia, looking intensively at Ichigo.
'This is it- now finally school will end and me and Ishida can continue our intensive make out session that we started last night!!' squealed Orihime.
'This is it- now I can finally get up to go to the potty!!' uncomfortably thought Ishida.
"THIS IS THE FINNAL CHAPTER!!" shouted Urahara from the corner of the class room (Ms. Yukari didn't want him to leave, because she said that her students needed to learn what the definition of 'sexy' was, and that they would learn it when they saw him. ).
"And the winner…of the Chappy the Bunny…T-Shirt…is……………DAMN IT, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE TESHION?!? LOSEN YOURSELVES UP A LIL'- JEEZ!
Now then, the winner is Urahara."
"WHAT?!?" spat Rukia. "I POURED MY ENTIRE F#$N HEART INTO THAT PIECE O' SHIT ASSIGHNEMENT, DAMNIT!!! JUST WHAT THE HELL DID URAHARA WRITE THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT?!?!?!"
"He stole my heart away," sighed Ms. Yukari as little pink and red hearts started to float from her head. "It can't be described or written on paper- WHICH IS WHY YOU ALL FAILED!"
"'FAILED' MY ASS!!"
"Jeez, Rukia," Urahara walked over to Ms. Yukari's desk, and out of nowhere held out the Chappy the Bunny T-Shirt. "You can be such a pain sometimes. Ichigo, c'mere. Give this to Rukia or whatever. Chappy was never my style anyway." He turned to Ms. Yukari and said soothingly "Sorry, but I've already got a girl friend. An' believe me- she ain't going anywhere." Ending on that note, Urahara strutted out of the classroom and out of the school.
A final look at our heroes and their finial say in the story:
Ichigo:
"Well…I can't really say I saw that coming." He was holding the T-Shirt in his hands. He turned to Rukia. "This is for you." He said softly. She took it and looked at it silently.
Rukia:
Through the fast events that just past, so much was going through her head- it felt like swimming in hurricane waters. She was toying with the Chappy the Bunny T-Shirt in her hands that Ichigo had given her. Then, with out really knowing it, she grabbed Ichigo's right hand and started to drag him out of the class room.
"R-Rukia, what're-"
"Silence fool." Rukia was at the door to their class room and sharply turned around to face Ms. Yukari's desk. Ms. Yukari was looking dazed. "Ms. Yukari!" Rukia snapped. She stared intensively into her eyes. "This won't be forgotten."
'Wh-whaaaa?!?' thought Ichigo.
Ms. Yukari narrowed her eyes at Rukia. "Is that a challenge?" she sneered.
"No…it is a threat."
'…what the hell is going on between them?' Ichigo was looking back and forth between Rukia and Ms. Yukari.
Then, as Rukia exited the classroom- still dragging Ichigo- she dramatically threw the Chappy the Bunny T-shirt into the air, like a bocae of flowers. Through the screaming girls trying to get the T-shirt, Ms. Yukari yelled. "HEY, IT'S NOT OVER—BITCH!!"
Orihime:
'Yay! Make out ttttiiiiiiiiimme!!'
Ishida:
'FINNALLY!' thought Ishida. 'Now I can go the potty at last!!' And with the speed of his lighting blue arrows, he ran to the door of the class room! But as he was about to turn the knob, he was interrupted by—
"ISHIDA-KUUUUUN!!"
'Great…What does Orihime need now? Dammit, this is serious!'
Orihime skipped over to him, hoping that he would accept her invitation of having a make-session with her after school. "Ishida-kun?"
"Y-yes?" Orihime took notice that he was standing in a very peculiar way; both his legs were crossed very tightly.
"Hhm? Ishida-kun, are you in pain?"
Ishida was just about to answer her when the most-awful-thing--and-i-mean-the-worest-thing--happened---he couldn't hold in his pee. "S-S-SORRY ORIHIME!!!" Ishida screamed while running to the men's room. He could feel the wetness climbing down his legs, and spreading rapidly throughout his pants. He was so close to the bathroom. He grabbed the door knob, and using all of his Quincy strength, he broke the door open- only to find the one stalled pee-place already taken.
"SHUT THE DAMN DOOR- PERVERT!!"
"S-s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry," sputtered Ishida. He clumsily tried to put the broken door back on its hinges, but it-quote- "ISN'T WORKING, DAMNIT!"
"Hey!"
Ishida turned around, and was greeted by a punch in the face.
"Hey, I don't care whether you are a pervert, or somebody who enjoys pissin' in his pants-BUT NO BODY CUTS LINES!!"
"WHAT?!? BUT THERE'S NEVER LINES FOR THE GUY'S POTTY!!!"
IN THE PAST 28 AND A THIRD QUARTER YEARS, THE LINE FOR LOCAL RESTROOM HAVE INCREASED AN ASTONASHING 67 PERCENT. THE CAUSE FOR THIS IS STILL UNKOWN, BUT RESEARCHERS HAVE A THEROY THAT IT IS BECAUSE ARE NOW EITHER
A) MORE PERVERTED THAN IN THE LATER YEARS
B) EVOLUTION HAS MADE IT SO THAT THE NEW GENERNATIONS HAVE SMALLER BLATTERS.
WHAT EVER THE REASON, YOU CAN HELP LOWER THE LINES AT THE RESTROOMS- NOT GO AT ALL. WAIT TILL YOU GET HOME. OR GO ON THE STREET. REMEMBER, YOU CAN MAKE DIFFERENCE IN THE WAITING LINES- YOU'LL BE HELPING SOMEONE ELSES BLATTER.
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Well. There. You. Have. It.
I gotta say, I think I made Ichigo really OOC in this ending chapter.
but anyway, HA! betcha never saw URAHARA being the winner!!
But really, I didn't know who of the four- Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Ishida-
should win. So I choose Urahara. THE RAMEN MASTER!
So while I still believe I have your atention and are still reading this,
I would like to thank everyone for reading. Honestly,
I'm just too tired to care if anyone leaves a reveiw or not.
I'm just happy that I got to finish this ending, even though I honestly don't really like it.
am I forgetting to mention something? Oh yeah!
the next story. Well, it's going to be real short- hopefully- and I think I'll make it
more about Ramen.
tho' I'm not sure.
anyway, thankx again!
HAYASHI, AZUMA