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Berry Angel by Boogermeister
39- Resemblance
He could sense it. No matter how many times he retorted that he had barely knew his father, Tensa's words fell on deaf ears whenever someone gossiped about his similar appearance to Sousuke Aizen. He didn't get it. Sure, his feature were mostly his chestnut hair and the often calculating gaze in his eyes, but his expressions were more like that of his mother's than that monster's. The teen could hold in his true feelings about the cruelty, but that wouldn't be good whenever he came across Ichigo's friends in the Soul Society.
"Tell me who it is and I can kick their asses for you since you can't afford to get into trouble," Renji frowned, emphasizing his words with a fist against his opened palm.
"What good would that do?" sighed Tensa as they wandered around the Seireitei. "Okay, that would do some good, but it wouldn't change the fact that people will still gonna talk about me. I mean, back in the real world, Shinji nearly freaked out when I was seen wearing glasses. And because of that, Mom instantly insisted that I should get laser surgery."
"Oh . . . . Aizen did wear glasses but that was a part of his 'visual representation', whatever the hell that means," he muttered. "What's wrong with your eyesight?"
"Nothing, just that I'm a tad nearsighted, I can't see anything farther than 30 yards or so."
"Well, it can't be that bad," he frowned.
"It is when people compared my zanpaku-tou with his," Tensa grumbled. "Miss Isane once told me that it was bitterly ironic that Shuukaku no Tsuki's powers were described similar to what Kyouka Suigetsu's powers were thought to be. Not only that, both of the swords fall under the illusion-type catagory." Renji said nothing, it was true that Tensa were almost similar to his father, even by the swords. "Then again . . . . Mom's sword's powers are similar to Grandpa's sword's. I often wonder if I would have what they have."
". . . . Come on, Tensa, you're not like Aizen," frowned Renji. "Yeah, you're smart but you used that to pull pranks and shit on people. And you're too much of a hot-head to act so calm yet conniving."
"I can see why Mom scoff at your backhanded comments, Renji," scoffed the teen.
"Well Ichigo's no different, he once made fun of my hair!" he scowled. "And he laughed at my kidou skills, and the bastard doesn't know anything about the demon art!" His retort somehow made Tensa smile a little, Renji noticed that and couldn't help but to smile as well.
40- Glasses (A/N: a week before the 'Resemblance' drabble)
"I don't need it," Tensa flatly replied as he turned away from the display of varied eyeglasses. "Unless I could get some prescribed sunglasses, there no way that I'll wear some dorky glasses."
"What was that?" Ichigo scoffed in annoyance. "I wear glasses, am I dorky?"
"You wear reading glasses, that's obviously different," frowned Tensa. "So what I can't see the last two rows of letters? It's not like I need to read something that tiny." His mother refrained himself from strangling him inside the store as he breathed deeply. He could see why his friends compared him to his stubborn son.
"Tensa, just try some out," he sighed. "Not all of them are ridiculous-looking, and you'll only need them for school."
"No," he huffed, crossing his arms. Ichigo nearly reached out to throttle him when a thought came to his mind.
"Plus . . . . girls love a guy wearing glasses, seeing their intelligence as something sexy," he shrugged slyly. Tensa blinked at that remark and an image came to his mind. Him wearing half-rimmed glasses while Naomi cuddled against him as they were reading underneath a cherry blossom tree.
". . . . I hate you, you know that?" he finally relented as he turned to glare at the display.
"All teens say that to their parents but they don't really mean it," smirked Ichigo.
"Whatever . . . ." As he was forced to try on some pairs, Shinji was just walking past the glasses store on his way to the supermarket. Noticing the bright orange hair through the front window, he blinked when he saw Ichigo and Tensa inside the store.
"Hey! Ichigo!" he grinned as he stepped in.
"Huh? Oh, hey there," smiled Ichigo while Tensa was busy sorting through the eyewares.
"Watcha doing in here?"
"Tensa's a bit nearsighted so I'm forcing him to get some glasses," he muttered with a shrug, unaware of Shinji's nearly blanched face at the mention.
"Glasses . . . .?" he questioned just before the teen turned around with black horn-rimmed glasses.
"Mom, what about these . . . .?" he mumbled, only to realize that both the Vizards flinched in shock at his new appearance. "Wh-what . . . .?" he frowned in surprise at their ashen expressions.
"You know what, you're right, Tensa," Ichigo muttered frantically, practically ripping the glasses out of his face. "You don't need glasses, in fact you can have laser eye surgery if the problem consists."
"Huh? But you said-"
"Shinji, sorry about that," muttered his mother. "I-I'm sure that didn't bother you with how he looked with glasses."
"Ah, right . . . ." frowned Shinji with a shake of his head before leaving. "See you guys later . . . ." Tensa blinked in confusion, as of why that man reacted like that, before turning to his mother.
"Mom . . . . what was that about?" he frowned. "Just five minutes ago, you whined that I should get some glasses. So why did you change your mind like that?"
". . . . Sorry, I guess I should consider your thought of not wanting to wear glasses," he suddenly smiled. "It's all right, Tensa, I-"
"Mom," he frowned in realization. "Those pair made me look like him, right?" Ichigo blinked at that and frowned sadly as he glanced away.
". . . . I'm sorry, Tensa," he mumbled.
"Don't worry about it, I could get the surgery if you want," he muttered, but Ichigo shook his head.
"No, you can still see well," he sighed. "Please . . . . you don't have to do everything to make me happy, Tensa. I'm all right . . . ." The teen nodded as they left the store, but the ache throbbed in his heart. Even something as mundane as eyeware could trigger the traumatic dark past.
41- Predator 2
Growling lowly, Grimmjow crept down to the ground as he searched for his opponent. His cyan eyes narrowed at what had been looking for, a nest of chestnut hair peeking over the short bush. "Heh . . . . found you," he sneered with his sharp teeth as he crept closer. ". . . . Gotcha!"
"No!" Tensa squealed suddenly as he was playfully pounced by the former Sexta. The five year old laughed as he was pulled into the strong arms and was given a soft noogie. "I hate you, Grimm!" he whined. "You used your nose to find me!"
"Tch, you hair was the culprit this time," smirked Grimmjow, now holding him like a football as he walked into the clearing of the park. For a while, he was getting used to walking around in a gigai and relented to 'play' with Tensa. Under Starrk's supervision, he could challenge the child's potential, if he would be like his mother Ichigo someday when (if) he becomes a Soul Reaper. After finishing playing hide and seek (in the kid's perspective), Tensa suggested to play tag now.
"It's easy, you chase me and I chase you," smiled Tensa. "That's the game, Grimm."
"Ah, I think Nel used to do that back home," Grimm nodded, referring to Nel's game of 'Endless Tag' in Hueco Mundo, to this day that she was still playing with her fracciones. "All right, let's do it."
"Okay, but first put me down," he said. As soon as the blunet did that, he was poked in the side. "Tag, you're it!" he squealed as he suddenly took off.
"What the . . . .?" he frowned before going after him, the kid was almost as fast as Ichigo but he was catching up to him. Imagine if Tensa's flash steps would extremely fast when he gets older, he thought. "Come here!" he sneered, grabbing the boy around his waist.
"No . . . .!" laughed Tensa.
"Now what?" he smirked.
"Now I'm it, now I can chase you!" he smiled. Grimmjow smirked at the thrill, though it was child's play as he ran off, hoping that Kurosaki's kid will be like he could hope for once they fight for the first time.
42- Candy
Customers blinked at the owner of the candy shop, dead asleep over the counter with his snores muffled by his folded arms. They didn't know what to do, opting to shake him awake or just leave. One of the customers, however, saw a sign next to the mop of messy brown hair.
'Please pay as you leave'
Shrugging, the first customer paid in exact change for his snack and rest simply followed suit before leaving. The snoring eventually stopped before Starrk tiredly glanced up to see an array of coins and paper money. ". . . . Another job well done," he sighed, putting the money into the register before resuming back to sleep.
43- Bathroom Pain
"Tensa . . . . are you okay in there?" Ichigo muttered, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.
"No . . . ." whined the ten year old.
"What's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts . . . ." he whined softly. Ichigo sighed and shook his head, his mind simply came up with either indigestion or . . . . "And I keep pooping, Mama . . . ."
"Ew, I see . . . ." he sighed deeply. "It must've been from that chocolate cake from last night."
"But I only ate two slices . . . ." groaned Tensa.
"You ate two and a half, and they were big slices," he frowned. "Does it hurt?"
"Yeah . . . ."
"But the cake was so good, right?"
"Yeah, Mama . . . ."
"That can happen," sighed Ichigo.
44- Fast Food 3
"Ew, what're you doing . . . .?" frowned Michirou, watching Tensa stacking fries into his burger. "You're putting fries on top of that? It already got cheese and bacon and other crap."
"It tastes good," Tensa shrugged. "Besides, it's gonna end up the same way whether or not that I eat it separately."
"But I thought that your aunt was teaching you how to cook right."
"That doesn't mean that I'd eat right," the teen smirked. As soon as he chomped down on the fries-burger, they heard a knock against restaurant window next to them. They glanced to see Naomi smiling warmly and waving at them before walking away. ". . . . Damn it," Tensa groaned, chewing lazily.
"What? She only waved at us and that's it," Michirou frowned in confusion.
"She must think that I'm some sloppy slob with the way I eat my burger," he grumbled out of context. "She probably won't look at me the same way tomorrow at school."
". . . . Dude, it's just a burger," he frowned. "If she hadn't ran away from the fact that you got a 'she-male' parent, then she wouldn't care about how you eat your food."
"Shut up."
45- Doctor Check-up
Tensa was perfectly healthy, as Isshin already knew, but his curiosity was nothing new as he tugged at his grandfather's white coat one day. "Goat . . . .! Goat . . . .!" he pestered, now grabbing at his leg.
"Now what is it, Tensa?" smiled Isshin, glancing down from his work.
"Tah?" he asked as he tugged at the coat.
"Oh, I'm a doctor," he played along, pulling him up to his lap. "I help people when they get sick, Tensa. For example . . . . I use this to hear their hearts." He used a stethoscope to press against the toddler's chest, Tensa blinked in confusion as he glanced down at the metal circle. "Mm-hmm, your heart's good," he smiled.
"Tahh?" Tensa muttered, reaching for the device.
"Here, hear my heart . . . ." he smiled as he helped him and he placed it against his chest. Tensa blinked in surprise at the soft thumping noise, he knew what it was. He had heard it so many times from his mother whenever he was cradled lovingly. "You hear it, Tensa?"
"Yah . . . .!" smiled Tensa.
"Yes, everybody's got a heart," smiled Isshin.
"Th-arrk?" he asked innocently. His grandfather smiled nonetheless, ruffling at his hair.
"Especially Starrk, he's becoming a human after all . . . ."
46- Spanish
"What is one, Tensa?" questioned Starrk as they walked home from preschool.
"It's uno, Starrk," Tensa answered.
"What's two?" he asked.
"It's dos."
"Okay, do you know the numbers up to ten, Tensa?" he challenged. Tensa glanced at him and nodded with a smile.
"Okay, Starrk," he nodded. "Uno . . . . dos . . . . tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho . . . . um, nueve, and diez."
"Good job, Tensa," Starrk muttered with a small smile. "Your mother would be so proud of you for learning a new language."
"Wow," smiled Tensa. "How do you know so much Spanish, Starrk?"
"Ah . . . . I just do, it's a part of my life," he shrugged.
47- Zoo 2 (A/N: Jaguars are different than leopards/black panthers, since they're heavier and more muscular. Don't really get why people symbolize the jaguar with Grimmjow, whose release form is 'Pantera'.)
"Look at those cats, they're just walking around in a circle," muttered Ichigo, as the family gazed at the African leopards in the enclosure.
"That can happen, they have nowhere to go since they're stuck in there," Tensa muttered. Like before, the big cats gazed back at them though the most resumed to wandering around. There was one, however, that caught Ichigo's eyes. A black leopard with unusually cyan eyes.
"Look at that one," he pointed out. "He's staring at me so hard."
"Black cats are called panthers, right?" asked Starrk.
"Yeah . . . ." nodded Tensa.
"But this one looks different, this guy's got blue eyes . . . ." Ichigo frowned. "He reminds me of someone." The panther continued to stare at him, narrowing his eyes and seemingly smirking at him. It was like he was taunting him into a fight. "Huh, now I see it," he realized. "He looks like Grimmjow."
"Grimmjow . . . .? I don't get it," frowned Tensa, staring at the panther. Ichigo smirked a little, as the panther stalked away.
"It's a long story, Tensa."
48- Naptime 4
As usual, Tensa messed with his stepfather sleeping on the couch. This time, he had a long feather to tickle at him. The teen hid behind the back as he reached over to tickle at his face. "Uhh . . . ." Starrk mumbled sleepily, rubbing at his nose before going lax.
Tensa nearly sneezed out a laugh before doing it again, the feather wiggling at his ear. "Uhhn . . . ." Starrk frowned, scratching at his hair this time. Tensa chuckled under his breath, this was too easy. One more time, he leaned down to tickle at his face. "Ehh-choo . . . .!" the Primera suddenly sneezed out of his sleep, the germs unexpectedly spattered across Tensa's face and he jumped back in shock.
"Damn it, eww . . . .!" he exclaimed in disgust, storming upstairs to the bathroom. "I can't believe it . . . .!"
"Huh?" Starrk mumbled tiredly as he sat up and glanced around the living room, rubbing at his nose. "I thought I heard someone . . . . oh well."
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