Lemony: Ok, I'm writing this at like 4:30 in the morning *yawn*. I can't get any sleep so I decided to do something constructive.
Gin drove like a bat out hell trying to reach Mushi's Magic Shop, he Googled the directions and found he'd be driving all the way to the other side of town. This had better be worth burning the gas, otherwise there was going to be hell to pay. Turning onto a side-street, Gin pulled up to what looked to be a run-down old shop. The sign in the window read 'Mushi's Magic'.
This was the place.
Gin looked around the area, he was in the old factory district of town. The steel mills had been out of production for decades, Gin could tell by the horrible rusting. What was a magic shop doing way out here? Mushi's probably never got customers because of its location, the ground was covered in dead grass and old railroads. Mushi's was located under a bridge that looked like it was about to give away at any moment. Graffiti was the form of art that adorned the rusted steel walls.
This place was certainly considered the wrong side of the tracks.
Gin made his way into the shop, a small bell rang as he opened the door. The shop looked like it hadn't been dusted in years, cobwebs decorated the corners and empty ways of the store. Gin chuckled, knowing how much of a neat-freak Rukia was, she wouldn't step foot in this place. Black curtains hung from the shop windows thus blocking out any form of light, the only object of light, a small white candle burning on the shop counter. Gin hesitantly entered, this place looked cursed. He approached the countered and searched for someone who could him. Gin rung the small bell in front of him.
DING.
No one came, so he rang it again. And again. And again.
"Stop with the damn bell!" He heard someone shout, Gin looked from left to right but saw no one. Oh hell, for a moment or two Gin thought this place was haunted and ghosts where speaking to him.
At this point in time, Gin was a firm believer in all things occult.
A backdoor seemed to open and closed from behind the counter and yet no one appeared. Gin could make out the padding of feet, but couldn't see anyone. Suddenly a small, elderly man appeared in front of him. He was scowling hard at the silver-hared man. Gin looked over the counter and noticed the old man standing on a step ladder.
Now this was a damn shame.
He was smaller than Rukia. The older male had bleach white hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and wrinkles for days, also he had a fu-man-chu mustache that was ridiculously long. The older male was wearing traditional Japanese robes that flowed behind him as he walked. He looked at Gin with slanted green eyes wondering what the fuck he was doing ringing the shit out his bell!
"Um…I needed help…" Gin said to elder who rolled his eyes.
"You certainly do! Ringing my bell like you crazy!" The elder scolded, Gin was taken aback by the older man's fieriness.
"Are you Mushi?" Gin asked the older male, he nodded.
"The one and only. And you must be Gin Ichimaru." Mushi said giving him a toothless smile. Gin took a step back from the counter.
"How do you know my name?" Gin questioned Mushi who laughed at his paranoia.
"I have caller ID." He responded, "we spoke on the phone yesterday."
Gin gave a nervous chuckle, this whole thing was starting to get to him.
"Now you say you have a werewolf problem?" Mushi asked his tone becoming serious, Gin swallowed, he hoped this was some fucked dream that he would wake up from soon.
"Yes…I think I might be one…"Gin explained, Mushi raised a bushy white eyebrow.
"Ok, I see where this is going. First do you remember any strange dog attacks?" Mushi asked Gin who nodded furiously. Mushi dusted off an old notepad and began to scribble things down.
"Second, do you wake up with unexplained soreness, tattered clothes, blood, etc, etc?" Mushi continued, Gin nodded again. Mushi must have been and expert because he named ever single one of Gin's symptoms, his craving for meat, he raging libido, inability to sit still, increased strength, stamina and endurance. Mushi got em' all. Mushi looked back at his notes and considered Gin carefully, he had all the tell-tell signs of lycanthropy, but Mushi still had to test him to be sure.
"Ok, Gin, now I have to test you to be certain." Mushi said stepping off of the ladder and disappearing for a moment but the re-appearing holding a yellow ball. Gin looked at the ball confused.
"Do you want the ball, Gin?" Mushi said twirling the ball in his hand. Gin wanted the ball very badly. The horrible sad truth was, he didn't know why.
"Yes, I want the ball." Gin said as if he was possessed, Mushi pretended to throw the ball and Gin turned around searching for the toy panting. He turned back to Mushi and scowled.
"You didn't throw it!" Gin cried, Mushi arched an eyebrow.
"Hell nah, you ain't about to be running around my damn store." Mushi responded as he placed the ball into his robes. Gin was disappointed that Mushi put the ball away, he had an incredible urge to play with it. Like magic, Mushi took a small whistle from his sleeve. Gin wondered what in the hell he was going to do with that. Without warning Mushi blew the whistle. Gin let out a scream and clasped his hands over his ears once a sharp ringing began to bounce off his ear drums, Mushi looked on, unaffected.
"You responded to the dog whistle." Mushi informed him, "and stop all that damn hollering!" Gin stopped screaming and looked at Mushi with murder in his eyes, this old man was trying to kill him! Mushi held out his hand,
"Show me you palm." He demanded the silver-haired man, Gin gave Mushi his palm who examined it closely. After a few minutes of looking, Mushi pulled away.
"Yup, you're a werewolf alright, there's the proof." Mushi said to Gin, he thought for moment then responded.
"How come you just couldn't look at my palm before?" Gin asked the elderly male, Mushi smiled.
"Because the ball test and whistle are more fun."
Lemony: Wow *shakes head*, Mushi is something else. Now Gin has an expert to help him through his time of need…knowing Mushi he'd probably make things worse BTW I based his character off my Grandpa XD . Oh well, REVIEW.