A/N: It's Thursday, and we're all very happy.

"Ichi-nii?" the door crackled as it opened, Ichigo was at his desk. He seemed to be doing his homework diligently, he probably didn't even hear her calling out to him.

"Ichi-nii." she tried again, he still didn't turn around to face her. She started to get agitated by this and stepped inside of the room, she could hear the pen striking on paper witch swift and fast movements.

"ICHIGO!" he was starteled, obviously. His pen shot over the paper, leaving a long inky line marking it.

"Fucking hell Karin, look what ya did!" her brother held the paper up, showing his sloppy writing with a long stripe on it. She shrugged carelessly, signalling she didn't give shit about it.

"It was fucked up anyway." she took a seat on his bed, the big blue cross made her smile. This was Uryuu's doing, he always did stuff like that, she remembered him and his obsession over the British flag. How he loved that flag, he even sewed it on her favorite shirt when it had a small hole on the backside. . . she loved it.

"What are you here for?" he took out another white sheet, re-writing what was on the previous one.

"I need to ask you something," she said with a very serious tone, he turned to face her. There was a hint of sadness on her face. "remember Rukia?"

He nodded, "How did you two get together?" she asked carefully, he scratched his neck.

"Well, she broke up with the dude and I fell for me." he said briefly, his nonchalant tone made it all slightly unbelievable. But she knew the story already, but how did Rukia bring it to herself to break it up? Her relationship was going well, right?

"Do you know why she did it?"

He shook his head slowly, "I don't really know." But then it was his turn to question her, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's. . I-eh. . . Just because, no reason." she stumbled over her own words, making her brother aware of the fact she was lying. Under different circumstances, she would be an expert at lying. He could've let it go, but he chose not to.

"You're lying, I can tell."

"Because of something stupid that happened today." she admitted, she thought she could try and keep it a secret so it wouldn't seem as complicated as it was. She wasn't exactly lying, but she wasn't exactly saying the truth either.

"Care to tell me what?" he asked curiously, she had to tell. Being the persistent bastard he is, he wouldn't let go until she would tell him what happened.

"Well," she began. . . This would be a long one.

Thursday went by fast, it was afternoon and Karin was thinking. It was an rather uncomfortable day too, at least that's what she thought. She tried to avoid Hitsugaya in every way, but she couldn't. For one; they were in the same class andsecond, she was seated behind him and Momo always every time. She didn't pay attention, she was spacing out on her teachers and soon, her grades would show. He always came up a way to try and talk to her about what happened, but obviously she didn't want to..

It seemed he did want to confront her about the event of the day before, even if she found the time unsuitable for their talk. Momo even had to step up to him and ask him to do it another time, since she wouldn't want to do it herself. The day in it's entirety was horribly boring, she found herself unable to sit straight and fiddling her fingers like a little girl would if nervous. . .

"Hey!" a crackling voice interrupted. Ino and Hashigami were standing before her, with a soccer-ball in his hand Ino shouted, "Are you deaf? You have to do the penalty."

Karin stood up, her long hair swayed from side to side as she cracked her fingers. "Shut up ya dork. Gimme that." she took over the ball, giving him a soft smack in the face before running on the field. Ino scoffed at her, if she weren't a girl he'd show her. . . Well, technically he couldn't because Karin would kick his ass, regardless what gender she was. But that was not the case, so he had to keep it down before he got hurt by the rather violent classmate.

Soccer was the ultimate stress-reliever. And she needed one now, after all that has happened she needed to take her anger out on something. The opponents, whom were all men, laughed at her little entrance. "Who's the bitch and why is she here?"

"This one's for you coach Jaegerjaquez." with a hard kick to the ball, the keeper was easily knocked out. As if someone threw a large chunk of concrete in his stomach. He fell, just like that.

"Oh my god." Ririn walked up to her, shock written all over her face, "Where did you learn that?"

"My coach back in Mashiba, he was awesome at kicking the shit outta things. He kicked my brother in the stomach to one time. . . It was awesome." she answered nonchalantly, she and her coach. They shared the same love for kicking things, and soom her legs became as strong as concrete, making it able for her to kick the shit outta almost everything around her. She smiled, the great times they had kicking things back in Mashiba. . . The boy whom got the ball kicked in his stomach was currently spitting out blood. And his teammates were struck by fear, apparently the game was over. And even it it wasn't, they'd win if Karin wasn't there. "I think they're giving up."

It wouldn't be that much of a challenge now, fun was over. Nothing more to do here. "I gotta go, see ya tomorrow."

"That is why I love futsal." she smiled. "You can kick the shit outta everyone," she grinned at the stupidity, she could've fucked him up way worse. But she just chose not to. Her smile faded as she looked at the red calender on her wall, Thursday. Ah, Thurday already, the week was almost over. And Inoue would come over tomorrow afternoon. . .

But then it hit her, it was Thursday. . . And tomorrow was Friday, probably the most fucked up day of the week. Oh Kami how uncomfortable could a week get?

A/N: :D