Moa: One word: Finals. 'Nuff said.
WARNING! The following scene contains... well, I would call it cannibalism but Hichigo is a Hollow. I don't think it is that disturbing but someone may think so, so I'm giving a fare warning: the following scene is slightly more disturbing than the rest of this story so far. Please, no unnecessary comments. Thank you.
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"Talking"
Thoughts
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The man's body fell limp and blood sprayed everywhere from the thick veins in the neck, he was dead before he hit the floor. Hichigo stood absolutely still for a few moments, staring at the spot the mans head had used to be.
He felt better than in ages. Adrenalin was pumping through his veins and he felt a little delusional but still he could nearly taste the endorphins on his tongue. Maybe it was the thrill of the fight (hardly, a few punches and a sliced throat couldn't be considered a fight), maybe it was the smell of blood and fear or maybe it was the feel of cutting skin that made him react, all he knew that right now he just wanted to crouch down and lick the blood from the floorboards.
And why the hell not? No one was here to see.
He crouched down and put his face close to the bloody floorboards, then he gave the red substance a long lick.
(You can open your eyes now...)
Hichigo couldn't help but to notice that people were staring at him. It wouldn't have normally bothered him at all if the they wouldn't have stared at him with utter horror and disgust on their faces. But now he couldn't help but to feel slightly annoyed with the situation.
Normally he would have punched them. But right now he was feeling so incredibly fantastic that he didn't bother recreating their faces.
What kind of ticked him of a little more was that Mr Weasley and Harry who were standing near the fountain were staring too, the boy had his mouth hanging open.
Hichigo stopped in front of them, they just continued to stare.
"What?"
Mr Weasley didn't answer but pointed down on Hichigo's chest instead. Surprised, Hichigo looked dow...
Fuck.
He was covered in blood, head to toe. His face was probably covered in red, too. This was the point where he should come up with some clever excuse that would let him off the hook.
"It's ketchup."
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.
.
Let us all raise a toast for the previously unnamed Hollow who has now successfully failed.
It it wouldn't have caused even more attention Hichigo would have smacked himself, that was possibly the most lame excuse ever. Potter was catching flies again and Mr Weasley looked like he had just grown a second head.
"Ya see..." Hichigo took some time to swallow before continuing "I was hungry so I walked off somewhere... And 'somewhere' happens to be some kind of a muggle restaurant."
They would never buy this...
"A bottle of ketchup exploded on me."
Nope, not buying it.
"McDonalds?" Harry suddenly spoke up.
"That's the one!" Hichigo beamed at him, if he was lucky at all then maybe they would look past this...
"Ah, one of those that sells these interesting muggle creations! What were they called... Hambergers?"
Hichigo wasn't sure if Mr Weasley was just stupid or incredibly thick or just excited there was no other way he could have believed a word what Hichigo had said! But there he was, happily going on about "hambergers" and totally ignoring Hichigo's blood stained appearance.
Harry still looked unsure, he kept glancing on Hichigo as if he would suddenly reveal something interesting.
"So..." Hichigo began, unsure what and how he should say... Socializing wasn't his strong point.
"How did it go? The trial?"
Potter's face lit up a little, it was clear he was relived.
"Free from all charges! Most of them were on my side."
"Except Mr Ostrich man?"
"Huh?" Harry looked a little puzzled at Hichigo who was smirking.
"Tha' guy who has the ostrich syndrome, the prime minister whatever he is called."
"Fudge? Yeah he was one of them."
Harry was silent for a moment before he repeated slowly: "Mr Ostrich man..."
"Shut up, I'm bad with names."
Harry chuckled and Hichigo gave himself a mental pat on the back for succeeding in something that didn't involve killing.
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The next few days were hell for Hichigo. Mr Weasley hadn't mentioned anything about Hichigo's "ketchup" mishap and Hichigo had already thought that he had gotten out of that one. But no, Harry had told his friends and the twins had overheard them. Needless to say the whole Order knew within a hour.
Also needless to say that no one really believed that he had been covered in ketchup.
These days he couldn't go anywhere without someone, to be specific Moody, following him around claiming to "keep an eye on him". Now he couldn't really leave the house.
So he had taken up on helping the teenagers and Mrs Weasley with cleaning, not the best of jobs but at least he had something to do.
This meant that Harry, Ron and Hermione saw him now on a regular basis while they rummaged through the old cupboards and closets and they didn't really know what to make of him. Harry especially couldn't wrap his mind around how the guy could walk to them like nothing had happened covered in what most likely was blood and just moments later make jokes about Fudge.
At the last day of the summer vacation the letters from Hogwarts came as a nice change to the norm, Harry was just sweeping the top of his closet when Ron walked into their room holding up three letters.
"The book lists are here" said and threw one of them to Harry.
"About time, usually they come earlier..."
"I will be takin' that."
Ron nearly jumped of his skin when a pale hand suddenly reached over his shoulder and grabbed a letter. Hichigo ignored Ron's cry of "don't do that!" and sat down on Harry's bed. Then he opened his letter inside was two peaces of parchment, one was a letter and the other was a list of books.
"Just two new ones," said Harry after he had read his own letter.
"Standard book of spells by Miranda Goshawk and Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard."
Snap
The twins appeared on each sid of Harry and Hichigo had to give him the props; he didn't even flinch.
"We were wondering who would have ordered Slinkhards book" Fred started.
"Because that means he has finally found someone for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher" Gorge continued.
"It's about time" Fred finished.
How did they do that?
"Why so?" asked Harry.
"Well, we overheared about a week ago mum's and dad's conversation. It sounded like Dumbledore had a lot of truble finding a new one whith what happened to the last ones." Fred said with a shrug.
"One was fired, one died, one lost his memory and one was locked in a chest for nine months." Harry said while counting teachers with his fingers. "I see your point."
"Just out of curiosity,"
The twins jumped a bit because they hadn't noticed the fifth person in the room, Hichigo continued with a smirk.
"Was Moody the one stuck in a chest?"
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Moa: God, these chapters just keep getting shorter and shorter... I swear the next chapter will be longer!
Speaking of the next chapter there will be another long wait for you guys, I'm going to USA for a month and I probably won't be writing anything while I'm there... sorry. I'll write a extra long chapter when I'm back to make up for it.
Thank you everyone who rewievd/favorited/put this story on story alert!
PS Next chapter they will be on the train to Hogwarts... Just one more chapter guys!