Author's Note:
Written in Vietnam.
It's so stiflingly hot here. When it's not cloudy out, which is 90% of the time, I can barely get by with three fans going at full force. I guess the only way to be really comfortable here is to be doused in freezing cold water all the time.
Thank you to Kaida Rita, xushi, Charmane, aznjtgirl, Air Sniper, Batsu Espada, Colorless Wind, Bacter54132, Flying Through Infinity, Miko-Ceres, Aiko110, kitcat 1995, Light of Heaven, and crashgate for reviewing the last drabble. You are all so EXTREMELY awesome! :D (And seriously, all of the shirts had bizarre stuff like that on 'em... I actually bought this one shirt that had random Spanish sewn across it. XD)
Kaleidoscope
a Bleach (© Kubo Tite) fanfiction
Theme #52
paperwork
Opening Song: "time machine" - Alice Nine
"I'm soooo bored..." Rangiku sighed hopelessly as she slumped against the counter of her favorite bar.
Work, work, work ― all she did was run errands as a shinigami. She delivered letters from one captain to another, she reported to the commander general every now and then, and they even made her clean the compound once. Honestly, if she had known how mundane and tedious this whole shinigami business was, maybe she would have just gone for the life of a peddler instead. At least she wouldn't have had to go to school for it.
Gin entered the bar moments later and instantly found the person he had agreed to meet with. "'Ey," he greeted as he took a seat next to her, ever grinning. "Ya look like hell."
"Shut up," she replied, though she sounded more tired than anything. "Gin, this is your fault. I blame you for everything."
He looked genuinely confused. "What?"
She sighed in exasperation as she propped herself up on her elbows. "You made it sound like the life of a shinigami was sooo fun and sooo exciting, but all it is is stupid busy work! It's so boring here!"
He quirked a brow challengingly. "I can't help it if ya took it that way. I never said anythin' about the life of a shinigami bein' fun or excitin'." She continued to glare at him, and he chuckled. "Alrigh', alrigh', how 'bout I make it up to ya?"
"How?"
"I think I've got somethin' ta... spice up yer life."
She looked at him apprehensively, but agreed with a nod anyways.
...
"... This is your idea of 'spicing up my life'?" Rangiku stared blankly at him from behind rows and rows of paperwork.
He shrugged. "Some people find the idea of barely makin' the deadline as excitin'. Now, keep in mind that these are due at the end o' the day. Make sure ta get 'em done if ya don't wanna suffer a penalty."
"I hate you, Gin."
He only grinned as he closed the door behind him.
Closing Song: "Sakura Kisses" - Ouran High School Host Club
Word Count: 340
I recommend all and any books written by John Connolly. That man is a frickin' GENIUS. (Though I guess if you're not into thrillers they might be a little... distasteful.)