PINK CRAYON ch. 2
Hichigo stared at Ichigo for a long moment, then flopped down on the side of the blue building, sighing heavily before smirking up at his king. "So wha' plot are we gonna give 'er?" he asked.
"As if I know. Now shut up and think." Ichigo sat beside him, fingering a pink crayon. When he thought about it, this whole valentines farce was all the crayon's fault. "I hate you." he mumbled to it. "You're pink and you stink and I never drink pepto-bismal!"
"I don' question ya." Hichigo said with a small smile. They sat in silence (though Ichigo was still glaring at the crayon. If only pink never existed...) "Aha! How about our first kiss on valentine's day?"
"I've done that already" came a sudden voice. Both boys whipped around to see Riri typing something on an ipod that wasn't even hers. They gasped and clutched their chests.
"Are you trying to kill us?!" Ichigo yelled.
"Ichigo, maybe. Hichigo? Loves him too much." she laughed hysterically. "It's like text messaging!" she mumbled to herself, giggling again. They ignored her, which was quite a feat with her giggling every two seconds and her comments on 'pen rape' every five.
"Um...smex?" Ichigo suggested, blushing dark red and lowering his eyes to the blue concrete.
"Aww! King can't even say the proper word" Hichigo pinched his cheek. "You're too cute!"
"Shut up! Should that be the plot or no?" Ichigo nearly screamed when he turned around and Riri's face was inches from his own.
"No can do. I'm too shy to post lemons." the hollow scoffed, running the piece of pink crayon from Ichigo over the concrete, getting up to write something.
"How about...we accidently kiss and find out we love each other?" Hichigo asked, drawing something and shoving Riri roughly away so he could continue drawing.
"Too coincidental. You know me, I love actual plots." Riri tugged at her hair. "Damn I need to wash this..."
"Pin cushions." Hichigo swore under his breath. Riri looked at him, a strange rabid chipmunk gleam in her eye. Or maybe it was more like a schizophrenic hyena? He backed up a little.
"Pin cushions, you say? Yes...pin cushions. It would work out wonderfully. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (cough cough) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Choke choke) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Suffocate) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Die)"
both Hichigo and Ichigo stared at Riri's corpse. "She's gone. Hallelujah praise the lord! We have ridded the world of certain doom!" Ichigo shouted, half sarcastically. He turned around, finding Riri directly in his face once more.
"Hee! As if you could get rid of me that easily!" she gloated to herself, though no one was listening.
"It's finished!" Hichigo called. His voice was echoing, as he was all the way near the horizon. "I finally finished it." he jumped into the air, looking with pride at his masterpiece. "Can you write a story off of this, Riri?!"
Riri and Ichigo followed. "What is it?" Riri asked, though she couldn't hear the answer, considering Mandii's ipod was too loud.
"A heart!" Hichigo crossed his arms over his puffed out chest, smiling broadly.
"It's...square..." Ichigo responded, giving the hollow a strange look. But who was he to say anything? He talked to crayons and hung around with a hyena trapped in a girl's body. (A very sexy girl I might– NO! YOU CANNOT ADD!)
"Doom didi doom! The doo doo song! Doom didi doom!" Riri sang, wiggling around in what she would call dancing.
The masterpiece it self was a giant heart, with the words: 'long live king! I love king!' written inside. A crude drawing of the two kissing was beside it.
"You're jealous and you know it!" Hichigo shouted, whooping in victory and flashing a peace sign at the cameras. "You see?" Hichigo said, talking to air. "King has always been jealous of me cuz he's really weak. But–!"
"Hichigo. Who are you talking to?" Ichigo asked. He placed a hand on the hollow's shoulder. Hichigo smiled awkwardly.
"The cameras, Ichigo. I'm talking to the cameras... their watching us, and filming us. I'm a star! Somewhere out there, there's a little girl who loves me." Ichigo only shook his head.
"...you pedophile..."
"Doom do do do doom da! Dii dii dii! Ya! Doooooom!" Riri thrashed her head around violently, playing the air guitar. "ROCK OOOOOOOON!"
"Riri...can we get back to the story now?" he ignored Hichigo, who had once again engaged in imaginary conversation with the 'cameras'.
"WHAT?!" Riri yelled, unable to hear.
"Pin cushions..." Ichigo cursed, setting Riri off on a laughing spree.
"Yes... pin cushions..."
TBC
...there's something wrong with me. I know it. You know it. It's the truth! But. Here's chapter two. Maybe I'll have two more chapters...but that'll be it. Please review!