Author's Note: From now on, in comical moments, I'll use those funny text faces! This is my story, so I say so! Don't criticsize me. (Plus, my friend always thought that saying "anime sweat drop" was a bit... Blahish.) So I'm adding something to identify the comical moments. You'll see. It'll be my trademark!
Dad let me stay home and he got an ecuse from the doctor who bandaged me up.
Right now, dad was out. I didn't know where he was, but I knew it was becasuse of me.
I sat in the corner of my room, my left arm resting on my left knee that was proped up, my right arm was still in its sling and my right leg was just laying there.
It was so depressing. I didn't even have anyone to piss off.
"Siryuki-bozu isn't here..." I said quietly.
It wasn't until now I realized I was missing him, a lot.
I've already told him I would miss him if he left and he's seen my tears. He's seen my ups and downs and knows a lot about that I just found out about myself. He even knows my weakness.
What ever made him think he could just leave without even saying a word or anything.
He should know that he's become one of my most trusted friends, right behind Ichigo.
And there's probably no way in Hell I would ever see him again, unless I died and went to Soul Society, if I didn't become a Hollow in some way.
I made a fist with my left hand and grinded my teeth. This was pissing me off big time.
"That damn Siryuki... I'll find some way to kick his ass and make him apologize..." I muttered to myself.
A slight pain started up in my chest and I cringed.
This starting to get more and more annoying. But it's all because I'm so fucking weak. And with Ichigo being atleast 20 times stronger, I wont' be able to catch up to him like this... He's leaving me behind already...
I felt a small tear glide down my face and off of my chin.
I wiped it away with my left hand and then looked at my left arm. It was bare.
Before Uryu took me to the hospital, Ryuken removed the Quincy Cross.
"I'm practically just a normal human who knows thigns no one else is supposed to know... Just another pathetic, normal, stupid, weak human... Nothing more...
I wouldn't survive one minute in a real fight... Especially against Ryuken... I got basically several broken ribs and a busted arm... From one blow that I didn't feel and was slammed into a stone wall and a big crack was left... He probably just pushed me or something... Whatever it was, he's probably the best there is... He's the vicous turantula and I'm the weak butterfly... He's fierce and looks threatening, I'm weak and look unintimidating..."
I stared at the floor and unconciously brought my right knee up to my chest and put ym left hand on my right shoulder.
I felt so insecure. The insecurity was like rain; pouring on me.
I started to shake a bit.
What's wrong with me...? I've been so emotional lately... It's not like I'm on my period, that was two weeks ago. (Nice to know, isn't it?)
The image of the white me appeared in my mind. Everything seemed still when I remembered her wrist.
I begun to realize something. Soemthing that was utterly stupid, but just might work. Or maybe it won't.
I shook my head, "No... It's stupid and not me. It's idiotic. Only an imbicile would do that. Then again... I'm an imbicile for challenging Ryuken... He actually deserves to be called by his name by me..."
I got up and went to my computer desk and started up my PC, then sat in my computer chair.
It only took a minute for it to fully load.
I put my left hand on the mouse and opened Microsoft Word.
I took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. A cough erupted and and I tasted blood in my mouth again.
"Dammit... That doctor fucking said that my internal bleeding was healing... Yeah right."
I sighed, a bit angry, but quickly calmed.
I put my left hand up to the keyboard, but stopped before I reached half way to it.
I put my back to the back of the chair and closed my eyes, putting my left hand over my eyes.
"What am I doing...? I'm so stupid..." I told myself.
I put my right foot on the computer desk's surface nad put my left leg on top of ym right.
"there should be another way... There has to be... I mean, it's like applying for a job, yo have to make an application... But, in this case, how do I get the application?
"Dad isn't going to give me his shinigami powers at this rate, but... Wait..."
I put my feet on the floor and sat straight up.
"How come it took me this long to realize this!? It's so obvious!"
My excitement quickly ended.
"But it's not like I was born with a zanpakutÅ in my hand... But I have to have shinigami powers of my own if dad was one... I mean, genetics play a key part in a lot of stuff. I did get a lot of his aspects... But then again, I don't have much of mom from what I know... So I might just be a Quincy.."
I scratched my head with my left head furiously. "Gah! This is all so complicated! I'll just be a nuisance the rest of my life at this rate!" DX
I started coughing again and felt a little tear forming from the pain in my chest.
"Itai... Note to self: no more yelling..." I noted.
I got up and walked to my door and opened it, then pulled it toward me and stepped out.
I stared at my dad's door across from me and gulped.
I took two large steps forward and reached for the doorknob, but stopped half an inch away.
"Hrmm... Maybe this is a bad idea... Last year hen I tried to sneak into his room, a giant monkey plushie attaked me when I opened the door..." o.o'
I shuddered. I detested primates with a passion and also have a phobia of them.
After that incident, I didn't talk for three days straight. I was traumatized and only made it worse.
I gulped and put my hand on the knob, then slowly turned it to the right and pushed it forward.
So far, so good. No hideous primates. Best be on gaurd.
I took a step forward, nothing happened.
I sighed in relief and took two more steps forward and fell flat on my face, but I fell on something soft.
My ribs and right arm stung a bit, but not too mcuh.
I used my left hand to push my torso up and looked at what I landed on, face-to-stuffed face.
My lip quivered a bit and I jumped up and screeched.
I pointed at what I landed on, "M-m-m-m-monkey!!! It's back! Ho-shit!"
I turned around to escape, but the door was closed and... A poster big as the door had an evil-looking money with a bloody knife in its paw/hand(whatev!). At the bottom of the poster said, "Beware of Monkey When You Have a Banana".
I froze when I heard the sounds of monkey's howling.
I started shaking with fear and everything spun around me, then went black. Xx
-Later On-
When I came to, I appaeared to be in my bed.
I sat up and looked around, no one was around.
It was still bright outside and I looked to my alarm clock to see it was 1:41 pm.
School was still in session.
I got out of bed and noticed soemthing on my computer desk. A book.
I picked it up with my left hand and looked at the title.
"Shinigami Basics 101?" I read out loud.
Then I realized what was going on and smiled a bit.
Dad must have came home and seen me passed out in his room, knowing why I was in there.
I put the book between my arm and side and went to my door and opened it, then rushed down the stairs, but when I reached the foot of the stairs, my eyes widened.
Dad was in his chair and... Seiryoku was sleeping on the couch.
HE was in his gigai, but something seemed... Off.
I tip-toed to my dad and leaned towards him, pointing to Seiryoku.
"Why is he back? And sleeping on the couch?" I whispered.
"It's Seiryoku's gigai. He seemed to have left it here. Seiryoku is still in Soul Society." He said.
I blinked a couple times in confusement.
"Huh?" I asked.
He got up and made a gesture for the kitchen adn I followed.
I set the book on the table and leanded against the counter.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"If that's not Siryuki sleeping, then what's going on?" I asked.
"It's a Modified Soul." He answered.
"And that is...?" I trailed off for him to fill in the blank.
"A Modified Soul is an artifitial soul to enhance regular human physiology, making them capable of battling hollows equally. Shingami scientist were what made them. But, for ethical reasons, they had to be disposed of. I managed to resue one that just happened to be on the ground one day." He said
I blinked a couple times in confusement, "That doesn't really answer my question. How could you have found him on the ground? Wouldn't someone else have gotten rid of him if he was supposed to bedisposed of or whatever?"
"when not inhabiting a body, a Modified Soul remains in a condy-like form. If someone esle in fatc did find him, then he wouldn't be with us today." Dad answered.
I sighed. I didn't quite get it, but I didn't want to be led to other questions that would soon annoy me.
"Why is he here, though?" I asked, promising myself it'd be my last question.
"I found him when you were about one, somehow knowing he'd be useful to me and not wasted like all of the others. When we came to the Material World, I often used him to take care of you while I excersized Hollow's that were around since I still had my Shinigami abilities.
"But then I completely retired of my duties and let him inhabit that stuffed monkey for many years now. I found Seiryoku-san's gigai in the dojo supply closet while you were passed out."
My lip twitched, my left eye followed.
"That.. Monkey...? The one that gives me nightmeres?!" I demanded, freaking out.
I saw Seiryoku's gigai leaning against the door frame, rubbing his eyes.
"Do you mind keeping it down, Seishou-chan?" He asked
His voice was totally different from Seiryoku's. It was... higher pitched and, in its own way, childish. But, it sounded like a teenage boy around 14 or so.
I pointed at him and looked to dad, "There's going to be problems if he stays in that gigai. Get him a different one or something! It pisses me off to see that face!"
He stared at me.
"And what else do you suggest he inhabits? He's been in that small plushie for nearly ten years. Sachi can't be stuck in it forever."
I clenched my fist, "I don't know! Isn't there a way to get a different gigai or something? Or a stuffed panda that's life-sized?"
Dad gave me a stern look and Sachi yawned.
"It doesn't work that way, Seishou. He's a living being, too. He has feelings and thoughts." Dad said.
I looked down, still clenching my fist. "But... Seiryoku might come back for his giagi... If he ever gets a chance to come back to this world..."
I looked back up and stared at Sachi.
The way he looked at me was different than Seiryoku. Even Seiryoku looked more serious than that.
He raised a brow, "So you are in love with this Seiryoku? That's so great! It took you long enough to at like your gender." Sachi teased.
I pointed at him again and looked to dad, "Did you hear that!? Am I hearing wrong?! Did he just say that I l... l..." I had trouble getting the word out.
He looked to Sachi, smiling a bit. "It's nice to know you two still have the same relationship. But be careful, Sachi, she's stronger than what she used to be."
My jaw dropped. D:
"What the hell!? I don't even remember this Sachi! I'd think I'd remember a smart ass like him!"
"Tsk tsk, Seishou-chan. Cursing is a bad thing." Sachi said, wiping his right index finger off of his left, the ay you would shame a child.
I glared at him, "What the fuck do you care?!"
"Now I know I didn't help riase that mouth. Whatever happened to poopy-doopy-head? or crappy-doo?" Sachi asked.
"Eh... How do you know about those?" I asked hesitantly.
He smirked, much like Seiryoku would. "I was your baby-sitter, how wouldn't I know? I might have appeared as good ol' Dai-kun, but it was me."
Dad rubbed the temples of his head and sighed, "And that's where you get your nicknaming, Seishou."
I knew I looked upset, but in an embarrassed manner. "But... But... But I thought that... I started that myself... Do you know how much it hurts to hear that my trademark isn't really my trademark...?" I asked.
Sachi snickered and I glared, "Zip it, Sake-bozu!"
"Sake-bozu? What kinda name is that? This body doesn't look drunk, does it?" Sachi asked.
"If you weren't in Seiryoku's gigai, I'd done took a wack at your face!" I snapped.
"But isn't hitting me last year enough? And that fall crushed me! It took ten minutes to get free from beneath you and drag you to bed!" Sachi shot back.
I stuck out my tounge childishly. "Then maybe you should think tiwce being in an ugly ass monkey!"
Dad groaned. "Seishou, calm down. You're giving me a headace."
I went back to the table and picked up the book, then walked out of the kitchen and jogged don the stairs into the dojo. (NOTE: I forgot to mention that the upstairs case and the downstairs case were right by eachother. Sorry)
-Few Hours Later-
I was reading the Shinigami Basics 101 book in the far corner of the dojo, propping it up on my knees and used my left hand to flip the page.
I heard footsteps coming donstairs and I didn't bother looking; I knew it was Sachi.
He sat by me, it irritated me.
"What do you want, Sake-bozu?" I said harshly.
"You seem a bit upset that I'm in Seiryoku's gigai." HE said.
I took my gaze away from the book and frowned at him. "What do you think? I don't know how well informed you are, but Seiryoku is my second most trusted friend and he just left last night without saying a word to me. So, yeah, I'm upset. Seeing his face pisses me off but what pisses me off more is that someone else in using his gigai without him knowing."
He sighed, "I know the situation, but I don't think you know." He said.
I huffed a bit, "Whatever. Ca-"
I stopped when he put his arm around me and put his hand on the top of my head, since his arms were long enough.
I knew I should have been freaking out, but I wasn't. This felt so... Familiar.
Not a single word come from my mouth, but a thousand words from my eyes.
I was crying on his shoulder.
He used his right hand to bend the corner of the book and closed it, then put it down on the other side by him. He put his right arm on my head.
"There, there." He said.
Why was I crying? I wasn't said until he brought me into his arms.
For a long moment, the only sound was me crying, but then he spoke.
"You know, when you were being more stubborn than usual, I used to put my arm around you and then you always started crying. It always meant you had more on your mind than what you even knew yourself. Then, after awhile, you'd figure out why you were crying and then stop. You never did not say, "thank you" to me."
I sniffled. "I... Never remembered that..." I murmured through light sobs.
"Dai-kun never used that method with you. He says I'm like a mother figure. That might be why you don't remember, since you didn't have Konoka-chan in your life but for the firts two years of your life.
"You never did call her "momma" or anything. It used to upset her a lot, but you didn't speak until you were 3. But when you did learn, you never shut up. Konoka-chan would be proud if she heard your first word." He said.
I sniffed, "What was," Sniffle. "my first word...?"
"Mom." He answered.
I smiled a bit, but he didn't see.
"Sake-san... I think I know why I'm crying..." I said, lifting my head from his shoulder.
He let go. "What is it?"
I sat in my original position. "I've been wanting mom to be here the whole time, to guide me through it all. So she could say, "Have a good day" when I go off to school. To tell me why I'm having all these feelings..."
He patted my head, "That a girl..."
Then I tightened my fist which was laying on my knee. "If mom was alive when she went to Soul Society and died there, wouldn't her soul be there, too? Isn't there a chance that I could finally meet her? That she could really be apart of my life like she was when I was an infant?"
He was silent and I looked up to him, hopeful.
He sighed, then looked out in front of him in deep thought.
Now he looked exactly like Seiryoku did before he said I shouldn't become a shinigami. It worried me.
"You know, before we all came to the Material World, Dai-kun searched for Konoka-chan two months in the villages of Soul Society. I took care of you during that time, and it was difficult.
"He never found her, then that's when he decided that being a single parent shinigami wasn't going to work."
Sachi then looked at me with a smile. "He deicided you needed caring more than ever, more than anyone else than even himself."
I didn't know what to say.
I looked back to my knees.
I yelled at dad for nothing, then... Eventhoguh he lost mom and searched for he, he chose to take care of me... Why didn't that cross my mind? He must think I'm a selfish brat and what if it makes him feel like he's a failure as a father?
I locked my knees together and wrapped my left arm around them. "I'm a terrible daughter... Aren't I?"
He patted my head like a child. That was starting to get annoying.
"No, you're not a terrible daughter. You're just... You." He said, putting his hand down.
I thought for a moment, than sighed.
I got up and half turned to him, "C'mon. That gigai is getting on my nerves."