Chapter Thirty Two:
Hunger: Or, Where's the Food At?
"Now, Val-val, remember, you're a hollow now- so you had better not venture outdoors. Everybody thinks you're dead. So… it would be a bad thing if people discovered my little tinkering, hmm?" Kisuke told Valencia before he left the next morning to do his captain duties.
"What am I supposed to do, stay here all day and pick at my fingernails?" Valencia grumped.
"Probably not. I'll think of something, have no fear!" Kisuke pronounced.
"Sure…"
"Oh, Val-val-chan, you are so mean to me!" Kisuke whined.
"Shut up," she replied curtly.
After he left, she wandered around his house, sifting through his stuff.
He'd probably be angry at the invasion of his privacy.
Not that she cared.
She whistled a happy tune, reading magazines, books, messing with the faucets, etc, etc. His house was pretty interesting. He had all these random sketches all over the place. His house was as messy as his hair!
"Tsk, tsk, Kisuke Urahara," she clicked. "You really ought to pay more attention to your surroundings."
Speaking of which. She looked outside. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, bla, bla, bla.
She wanted to go outside.
"I'm sure just a moment won't hurt anyone," she muttered, as she climbed out the back window. She didn't use to door, because someone might see her. Or at least, that's what she told herself. She really just wanted to be cool and climb through his window.
Oh yeah. Ice cold.
She looked around outside, feeling the air around her. Speaking of which, she realized something. She could smell a lot better than before. A thousand tiny pricks of scent she had never been able to pick up before now enlightened her.
Someone to the left was cooking a pie. Down the right, a dirty dog needed to be cleaned. And down the block, oh, she could smell a most delicious scent. Oh, it was so good. Her stomach growled, and she felt her stomach rumble. She hadn't eaten in a while… oh how she was hungry.
She had to find what that smell was. She walked out of the house blindly, searching for it. It was so good, she had to have it…
And if she had been paying attention, she would have noticed it was the smell of a spirit.
