'Nother update...
Nothing really to say about this chapter except that if feels more like... fillers or something. Just there to tell you what it is. Anyhoo...
Thank you to my reviewers :D
And I don't own anything.
Ulquiorra
Dear Bill,
Ugh. I woke up in someone's house. It's a weird house, not really a house, more like an apartment. I think I'm on the couch right now, in the thing they call a living room. That word never made fucking sense. All the rooms in here are for living, so why do they call one of them living rooms? Maybe the other ones are torture chambers (I doubt it…). The dude in here doesn't know I'm awake yet, but he's in the kitchen, and he's really loud.
Goddammit, I hurt like a bitch. The blood is still there, oh god. I got it all over the sheets. Wow, that's sick. I made a mess.
Huh, now that I look, I made a mess all over the carpet, too. What the fuck was I doing?
Wow, I'm really dizzy… can't think straight. You know, I think I'm gonna pass ou
Grimmjow
Dear Diary!
Wow! Today was awesome. I got a new shirt, but didn't really want anything else, so we went to the skating rink and beat up some people on skateboards! We took their skateboards and whacked them with it. I think they broke someone's arm, but…
I dunno, I'm feeling a bit guilty for doing that. I mean… I feel like those mean kids that killed that boy in the green shirt.
Oh crud! I forgot to tell you. I went back to check on that kid this morning and I think they cleaned up the body or something. Well, he's not there anymore, but he didn't walk away 'cos there's this really big smear across the ground where they dragged him away. I wonder when they'll clean off the ground, it's making me kinda sick.
Well… We hung around this place called McDonald's, but the food there smelled funny, so I didn't eat anything. Just drank water. And even that smelled funny. ):
I wonder if they did anything to the water… maybe they use tap water? D: That's disgusting.
And while we were there, they explained to me how to act. I can't cry, and I have to learn to say those funny words more often, too. AND I had to learn who to hate.
I told them about the kid in the green shirt, and when I said that he had a really long fringe of hair covering one eye, they told me he's an emo, and I have to hate people like him because they're all pussies. Hm, well, it doesn't make much sense to me, 'cos I'm the same as he is. Wouldn't that be considered… racist? I dunno, I'm confused D':
After that, we played a game with a ball and two hoops. It was fun, but I wasn't looking and hit a pole, and then the ball hit me. It hurt T.T
I still need to kill Ichigo.
And we also smoked some funny white powder. I didn't really want it, 'cos it made my friend's act weird, but they said it was fun.
It wasn't that great. I don't think I'll try it again.
Well, we're supposed to leave soon. They said we're going to go somewhere called a 'club'. They said that was fun, too.
I'll write after I get back!
-Grimmjow
Ulquiorra
Dear Bill,
Godammit. I still hurt like crazy, but not as much. That dude came over when I woke up again and gave me a pill and water.
Dammit, I took it too. But he had pretty hair and pretty eyes, so I guess I'm okay. I think he's emo. Like me, but don't tell anyone.
Well, he said I didn't break anything, and that I just got really badly bruised and that I should be lucky. He's wrong. I went into the bathroom and checked, and I fractured my wrist and broke three ribs.
Ugh, I remember what happened now.
After I got down, those dickweeds decided hit me again, and this time, they brought metal baseball bats. They totally beat me with those fucking bats until I passed out, then they beat me some more until they thought I died.
I think they thought I died and freaked out.
Well, I'm not dead, but I look like CRAP. D:
I checked in the mirror, good, no black eyes, but I have this huge bruise across my cheek and some on my jaw. My neck looks pretty bad, I think someone tried to strangle me so they could hit me better. Stupid. I wouldn't need to strangle them to even kill them. Anyways, I'm all bruises and blood. I washed some of that off, but the bruises don't wash off, obviously. I don't think I'm seriously injured, so I'll stop bitching.
My gigai doesn't look like me, which is pretty cool. They got rid of my emo tattoos, the ones of fake tears. Everyone thinks I do those with makeup, but I don't. I've had them forever, I swear. And like I said, I'm not that pale. My eyes are still green, which is nice, but they don't match my hair.
SZAYEL FUCKING DYED MY GIGAI HAIR!! That bitch is so dead. He fucking dyed it BLUE. I mean, it's only the bangs, and it's really dark blue (that turns purple in the sunlight. Talk about weird), but still. Ugh. And my fringe is really long. I like it. And I don't need that much hairspray 'cos my hair is all choppy layers now and sticks up weird on their own. Still need some hairspray though…
I think I need new clothes, my old ones got really beat up. Except for my belt, that's still fine :D
The guy that dragged me up here is called Damian. Like I said, he's emo, too. I think he went through this mass pwnage also when he turned. Or maybe he was always emo, and the jocks never beat up on him.
Psh, no way. He's gotten beat up before.
Yeah, I'm going to stay at Damian's for now. Meaning for the rest of my stay at the human world. Fun. Actually, he's pretty cool. He's teaching me to play that sick instrument the guitar. It's fucking awesome, I get to play the bass. In his awesome-sauce band. I haven't met the rest of the band, but he said they needed a bassist and were short on people like us… meaning emos.
He told me about this cult that the emo people have, where they go and fight jocks/punks/Goths/ghetto bitches/other emos just because. I guess it's to prove that emos can fight, and I don't really blame them. We suck shit at fighting, this gigai being proof. B(
Well, I'll be leaving. Damian is going to figure out what to do with my broken ribs. I think they're healing already, that's one thing Szayel does well. Uber fast healing rate.
It's like a video game. :D
Nacht, Bill!