Hello hello my loves! :D and a...HAPPY HALLOWS EVE TO YOU! Gah! I simply just LOVE this holiday! (next to the gift gettin' at Christmas of course (; ) but ANYWHO! I would like to welcome you back to the second installment of this...series I guess you can call them (o.o) but welcome welcome new readers and all you silent readers :) I hope you guys enjoyed A and REALLY PRAY that B is going to be of reading standards.
In honor of this lovely holiday and because of my lovely Amanda chan, I humbly present for your eyes this second portion of the drabbles *bows quickly*
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Well enough of this and I shall speak with you kids at the end of this..installment?..ok yeah lets go with that :D!
The pumpkins I will always pick out of the lot in the patch:
Chelsea Lynn
.Path
Woul love to see more names but two is SO much better than the none that i was expecting :)
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns...he even owns my life sadly T.T All i owns is myself...and... dude not even my family...thats kinda sad now that I think about it Dx hahahahha
B is for…
Bandage [ word count: 340]
The ones with the power ranger designs on them don't hurt as much upon getting ripped off
Bleach © Tite Kubo
Kristen was usually covered in them from all the sports injuries she had.
He, himself knew bandages very well knew, for every battle there was a scar and a bandage that covered it.
Now however, he was the witness of someone else in bandages.
Yes he had seen many people in wrap, thanks to the job he currently had and thanks to his fathers, yet his heart was tugging at the bandaged girl he now sat next to.
She took the blade for him, she stepped in front of the hollows sharp knife arm and let it slice through her back, he wasn't paying attention and she would not allow him to get hurt, so she let the blade hit her instead. He tightly enclosed her small tan hand in his own large one, why did she have to do that.
Now she was covered in bandages, looking positively fragile, something very unlike her.
But he understood that she was not only recovering from the blades slice but from her father's slice.
While they were taking a walk to the blue Chevy truck before the attack she casually spoke of the yelling her father had issued her and how she directed all his anger onto herself so that her younger sister would not feel the pain.
Twice, she was wounded.
Ichigo sealed his eyes closed and he couldn't save her from either one.
He was here to protect people, why couldn't he do it with this one girl.
He opened his sienna eyes and saw the white wrap. The bandages, she was bleeding literally from her wound and from her own heart.
He would now be her bandage; he would not only protect her but heal her.
Seal up her heart and make sure she would become strong.
Be supportive and sturdy for her.
She sifted in her bed and scooted closer towards him, almost as if she was searching for him. Ichigo's eyes became soft and he tightened his grip again.
Yes, He would be a bandage for her.
Balloon [word count: 610]
Want to settle a crowd down? Release billions into the room and watch the glowing and smiles erupt.
Bleach © Tite Kubo
They sat on top of the old gym, nobody would notice them, odd because it was festival, surly somebody would spot two kids on a roof top, but nobody did just as she promised.
"I'm sorry that this festival is a total bust." She extravagantly sighed and flung herself backwards onto the rust colored roof.
"Its not that bad.."
"Liar, you're a horrible liar ya know"
Ichigo rolled his eyes but then he allowed his gaze to settle on the current orange balloon he gripped. Erika swung her red one around, as if she was swatting a fly. "Funny how Mrs. Mancha gave you a orange balloon because of your-"
"THANK YOU stupid head for pointing out the obvious!" He roared back but was then met with a converse shoe colliding into his leg.
"Now you made me stand up! Way to go you selfish jerk!" He rubbed his back and cursed. He was waiting for a yell back, or a slap but nothing.
Huh? Tawny eyes turned upwards to see the girl standing tall with her red balloon and her gaze up towards the cloudy heavens.
"What the hell are you looking at you creepy woman?"
A short heartbeat passed and she gently smiled. "I was just saying goodbye to the balloon."
"WHAT! You're going to let it go!" He now stood up.
Why was she going to let it go? He won those two balloons fair and square, she practically tugged at his hair to get her them and now she was going to liberate them, what!
"I always do this to balloons you freaking retard." As if he was suppose to know that.
"WHY!" He still was not getting the reason. Fake green eyes softened and she brought the balloon close to her. "You're probably going to think I'm weird,"
"Yeah but I already knew that."
Smack, he was rewarded with her knuckle collided into his shoulder, then she continued. "Any who!"
Intake of breath and she began, "When I was younger mom saw me looking at my balloon all funny. She knew I didn't want to pop it and would not allow me to take it inside, so she had Kris and I stand at the tip of the drive way and release them." Her eyes now traveled back up to the semi gray toned sky. "She said the balloons were going to go where grandpa was, that he loved getting balloons."
Ichigo's face was shocked but he quickly covered that emotion up when Erika's eyes landed on him.
"So now I've been doing that ever since." Her shoulder shrugged as if it was nothing. It was such a sweet gesture, innocent but heartwarmingly sweet.
"I also think it was my mothers excuses for not letting me bring balloons into the house," She snorted softly then flicked his shoulder. "So, if you don't mind mr. grumpy pants, I will release my balloon for my grandpa and.." she tugged at his balloons string, not trying to meet his eyes, "you'll release yours for your mom deal?"
If his heart could over swell with such emotion it was now.
He was please, embarrassed at her simple gesture, in total awe of her consideration and so much more.
"Yeah…" simple, but it was all he could say.
Two balloons were then fluttering in the Texas breeze, tangoing around each other, floating away in hopes of reaching two much loved people.
"You know those things are just going to be caught in a tree and the earth will never be able to recycle them."
Slap.
"YOU FREAKING BRAT!"
The moment was ruined but the balloons kept their escalade up the clouds.
Blue [word count: 408]
Ao, Azul, however you say it, the color is universal and transcends language barriers
Bleach © Tite Kubo
"How do you say blue in Japanese?"
Ichigo's eyebrows rose at the sudden question popping forth from his companion. She laid everything out on her bed, homework binder and all, leaving him to make a workstation on the floor, nothing he had not done before. "Why the hell do you want to know how to say blue?"
"Because it's my favorite color!"
"Yeah but I thought you were taking Spanish?-ow" Her Spanish spiral lightly thumping his head.
"What? I can't be bilingual?" Ichigo rolled his eyes and went back to scrawling his geometry homework. The girl yelling angrily at her Spanish essay could barely speak Spanish and here she was trying to gain knowledge of his language. She was truly odd.
The blue comforter flung from the bed and he raised his eyebrows again. "THE COMFORTOR IS EATING MY PENCILS AND MY HOMEWORK AND ITS BECOMING A MONSTERRR!"
"Your such a drama queen!"
"Shut up pendjo."
"Stop cussing at me in your tex mex!"
'Hey! You two better be doing homework…"The fighting was quickly hushed from the voice down the hall.
The two mumbled and continued their homework but Ichigo couldn't leave the subject of blue.
Blue was the ocean, the sky, the color of her couch, bedroom, and bathroom. She though, was rarely blue but she still was in a sense blue.
He groaned, how did he begin making connects of colors to girls.
IF IF he had to do that then he would categorize Rukia as a red, Yuzu as any pastel colors, Karin as a green..he paused in this thought and then hit upon Orihime. She would definitely be a pink or a yellow, or a mixture of the two.
"I FREAKING HATEEEE SPANISH! Why couldn't I take something easier!"
Blue, Erika would be blue now that he thought about it. She had different moods and various ones at that, just like the color blue. Sometimes the Texan girl was light and airy, free, like sky blue. Bubbly like electric blue some moments then at others, she was deep and self containing like ultramarine. Blue was dreary however it was calming and relaxing.
It changed. How ironic because she hated change. She was never calm and far from dreary but blue was her color, even if she didn't know it or not.
He turned his eyes slightly to find her scribbling furiously and he lightly chuckled.
She was blue but she never was truly blue.
Brunette [word count: 732]
Chocolate tinted tress?
Bleach © Tite Kubo
"I think I'm gonna color my hair to nice lighter brownish tone or an auburn." The four waited in a small hair salon that was in the side of mini-mall. Kris had demanded her hair was becoming the mange of medusa and Lisa gave in. She offered to pay for Ichigo if he wanted a hair cut but he insisted he didn't need one, Erika however, stated that he instead needed to get his hair dyed. That had them fighting all the way to the hair salon until Lisa yanked their ears.
Now they sat on spinning chairs as Kristen fearfully watched as the hair stylist emerged with a detangling comb and scissors. Ichigo scowled at the wandering Erika as she delicately tugged at the false hair.
"If you want babe."
Ichigo couldn't believe Lisa was going to let her eldest color do this!
Brunette was Erika, redish brown, a ginger shade, was Orihime.
Now on the subject of the healer Ichigo's eye drift off from the elder Garcia and stare at nothing in particular. It wasn't until a small peach hand yanked his bar like chair back making him yelling in protest.
"I saaaaid, would a dark red brown or a chestnut brown do?" Unbelievable! He knew Erika was one of much bark but no bite but by the way she held onto the hair dye it seemed that she was going change her hair color.
He sighed and stood up. "Why do you want to dye your hair." Taking the dye box, he examined it, trying to picture the small Texan with another color rather than her brunette head.
"Brown is so boring! My hair is dull compared to other colors!" What a lie, if she knew how many Japanese girls colored their hair to stand out, to reach a brown like hers, to get an American brown look. "Brown is not boring you stupid head! Besides..you'd look funny with light hair." Lisa and Kris 'oooed' at Ichigo and Erika's eyed widen. Snatching the hair dye box she stomped away and went to look at other colors.
Was she truly that hurt? "Ughh better go fix this."
"Thank you," Lisa winked at him and he grinned. She didn't want Erika to dye her hair as much as he did.
His drawn on converse scuffed the carpet of the front part of the hair salon. How was he going to explain this to her?
Erika's false amytheist eyes furiously jumped from color to color. From blonde to pink, but none of those was her hair color. Brunette was soft, warm and completed her, didn't she understand that.
Ichigo sighed, he couldn't tell her that.
"Hey," lame.
His long arm rubbed the back of his neck, man was he bad at this.
"What? Going to tell me I should dye my hair blonde so you could make fun of me?"
"No but that would be funny-I mean, ugh!" words were not flowing the way he wanted to. "Just listen to me ok!" His voice raised a bit, Erika as well as the rest of the hair stylist coughed lightly and ogled at the tall boy.
She inwardly smiled, he was so bad at conveying his feelings into words, he practically looked like he was going to burst a vein.
"Don't..color..your hair.." The words screeched through his clenched teeth, eyes averted in hope not to connect with the pair that were as wide as saucers.
"Er..?"
"It's that….any other color would look… strange… because it wouldn't be you."
Phew. Ichigo sighed relief and leaned onto the self filled with hair dye. That was about as hard as fighting Aizen.
Her amytheist eyes, wide and in shock. He did not just admit his own inner thoughts, on something as simple as her hair!
Brown, she thought it was boring, common even, but upon her connecting with Ichigos iris she gasped.
How could she forget!
His eyes were brown and they were never dull! His eyes were filled with some sort of emotion constantly. She understood now, "Alight.. besides." The hair dye box went back onto the self and she looked unamused, "Browns not that bad anyways, a lot of my favorite things are brown."
He pictured mud, a brown teddy bear, brownies, chocolate as some of the favorite things she liked that were brunette colored but he would never get what she really meant.
Bento [word count: 523]
Any food is great, just putting it into a nifty box makes it even cooler
Bleach © Tite Kubo
She had heard him talk about how Yuzu, the nicer twin, would make him those lunches, those bentos. He let Japanese slip here and there and that was one of the words she began understanding. It was a take to school square lunch, totally kicking a sack lunch's ass.
She currently sat on her fireplace watching Ichigo and Kris furiously battle in space as they played Halo.
A bento.
She could NOT cook, and here she was trying to calculate how to make one of those square lunches.
American food was fine, Mexican food was beyond her abilities and she knew touching and trying to create Japanese food would be a disaster.
But her urge to try to make one was upsetting her. She didn't even craft lunches for her own family let alone this strange berry head.
She gave up, he would just have to deal with the lunch she was about to make him.
***-_-_x^x^x^_-_-***
Erika sat in the blue truck, calling shot gun and beating her boy counterpart. Ichigo grabbed his bag and reached into the refrigerator, somebody made me a lunch? Hmm, he assumed it was Lisa and gave her a small smile as thanks. The mother didn't understand it but she wasn't complaining at her new exchange sons good morning welcome. Erika and Kristen said their goodbyes and left to the all girls academy. Ichigo and Lisa remained. As she drove into the co-ed school, he turned to her before leaving.
"Thank you for the lunch miss Lisa!"
"I didn't make you a lunch?"
Crap.
Did he steal Kristen's lunch; oh he had to make it up to her….wait….did he steal Erika's lunch?
His face turned pale at the thought of her chasing him with a flame thrower for stealing her lunch.
"Don't worry Ichigo just enjoy it and have a good day at school, my mom will be here to pick you up!"
"Alright you too Miss Lisa."
School went on as normal then lunch arrived and he was dreading to see what was inside the brown sack. He disperse all the items and found a sandwich wrapped in white napkins, candy GALORE, hot chettos and an orange juice juice box..
His eyes narrowed and he sighed. That was all he need to know it was for him and he figured it was from the only Garcia who joked about his hair.
Hope she didn't poison it.. The shinigami thought dryly.
He opened the sandwich and saw it was cut into the shape of dinosaurs and had a small note on top of them. Written in her scrawl,
Its not a Bento but hope you enjoy it.
And no I did not poison it you stupid head. You better like it cus is took me forever to get the dinosaurs right, don't get into fights at school and see you at home berry head
-Erika (:
Eyes transmuted into a soft warm chocolate as he picked up the dinosaur shaped PB&J sandwich.
Bento or not, he would enjoy this and would have to chase the older Garcia sister around trying to convince her to make him another one of these lunches.
Whoot! B is DONe!
B was one of the ones that I had to literally walk around my house trying to spark words that began with the letter 'B' and it didnt help with my sister was like "Bee" is a b word ...shes not funny as you can see -_-
So hope your halloween is better than mines which is typing...watching every scary movie known to man and having the Neon Trees blast their songs..Yup im an epic failure T.T
But you dear soul are not since you made it this far and you will SURLY be marked as an EPIC WIN :D in my book if you hit the bottom button(:
Oh! and I wish you a happy halloween and all that jazz! Go out and snagg a few candy corns and scare children like I did friday at old middle schools haunted house (;
Now! I finally bid you good night and hope to hear from you!
Love you guys
-Erika :D