If Looks Could Kill, Part 2 of 2songsparrw1October 22 2010, 02:47:02 UTC
**SPOILER ALERT THROUGH MANGA 421**
If Looks Could Kill, Part 2
“Ichi-nii, breakfast is - Yuzu’s voice died, in mid-sentence. The dish in her hand crashed to the floor and broke. “Wow. You look -“ she said, wide-eyed, as he pounded down the stairs. His father’s eyebrows shot up, but he said absolutely nothing. Ichigo was impressed.
“Uh-huh. Well, gotta go. I’m late.” Mugetsu/Ichigo mumbled, as he swung out the door. He couldn’t help but smirk at the expression on her face. “It would be funny, but it’s not, “ he said to himself.
As he took his place at his desk, Mizuiro turned politely and introduced himself. As he looked up from his extended hand to see why the stranger would not return his handshake, his mouth fell open. “Ichigo?” he choked. He was awestruck. Envy gleamed in his eyes.
“Class, please come to order!” Oochi-sensei commanded over the buzz of voices. Everyone seemed to be looking at the new student sitting at Kurosaki’s desk. Keigo turned a brilliant shade of vermilion and fell into a dead faint. Chizuru propped him his chair with his head between his knees, while Orihime, having surmised the cause of the visual transformation, simply smiled enigmatically and blushed. He could only guess what she must be thinking.
He felt eyes on him the entire class. At the bell, he bolted and stalked down the hall. Everyone he passed stared; some giggled and smirked. Everywhere there were whispers: “Hot!” “Look at those tattoos! Is he Yakuza now? He’s always been a bad-ass.” He pretended not to hear. He ignored the cellphone in his pocket, which seemed to be continuously ringing now. Mostly it was texts from girls, but there were some from guys, too. “Has everyone gone nuts? It’s just hair.” he fought the urge to punch a hole in the wall, knowing it would only add fuel to the fire.
On the rooftop at lunch, he approached the group. They looked up at him, silently taking in his expression and posture. Uryuu spoke first.
“Well, does this mean your shinigami powers have returned, Kurosaki?” he eyed him speculatively. Chad and Orihime stopped mid-conversation to listen to his reply.
“Something like that, yeah. “ was his indifferent response.
“Um, I like your hair, Kurosaki-kun! Orihime offered shyly.
The door to the rooftop burst open and Keigo staggered out, followed by a much calmer Mizuiro. “What have you DONE to your HAIR??? WHY DID YOU GET THOSE TATTOOS?” he screamed. “Now ALL the HOT girls are going to be after you!”….he wailed and fell on his face.
Chizuru appeared next with a magazine rolled under her arm. “Way to go, Kurosaki!” she said. “I just saw the ad in Nylon. The billboard’s not half-bad, either. I guess now that you’re a supermodel, you won’t be hanging out with us much longer.”
“What ad? Mugetsu/Ichigo growled.
“Oh come on, you didn’t really think you could keep something like this a secret!” she crowed. Chizuru opened the magazine to a full-page advertisement for Eternal Love jeans. A half-naked Mugetsu stood on the crest of a cliff against a sunset sky, hair billowing in an unseen wind. He looked dark, raw, and dangerous. Urahara had definitely outdone himself this time. The Shinigami Women’s Association’s best photographers had miraculously captured the shot and photo-shopped in the jeans. The group gaped in awe.
“Well, at least you won’t have to explain the hair extensions and temporary tattoos, Kurosaki”, Uryuu said smoothly. “All in a day’s work, right? When’s your next photoshoot?” he quipped.
“Did you say something about a billboard? “ Mugetsu/Ichigo ground through a clenched jaw, as his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.
Re: If Looks Could Kill, Part 2 of 2gietheOctober 22 2010, 06:52:48 UTC
AHAHAHHAHAH, I LOVE IT! *chews on you* That cheered me up greatly.
Cheesy, hilarious and over-the-top fun at Ichigo's expense (which is pretty much canon anyway) is <3. I love how Evil and Manipulative both Urahara and the Shinigami Women's Association is. I snorted several times through this story, should know.
Anyway, thank you for writing this! It's greatly appreciated.
If Looks Could Kill, Part 2
“Ichi-nii, breakfast is - Yuzu’s voice died, in mid-sentence. The dish in her hand crashed to the floor and broke. “Wow. You look -“ she said, wide-eyed, as he pounded down the stairs. His father’s eyebrows shot up, but he said absolutely nothing. Ichigo was impressed.
“Uh-huh. Well, gotta go. I’m late.” Mugetsu/Ichigo mumbled, as he swung out the door. He couldn’t help but smirk at the expression on her face. “It would be funny, but it’s not, “ he said to himself.
As he took his place at his desk, Mizuiro turned politely and introduced himself. As he looked up from his extended hand to see why the stranger would not return his handshake, his mouth fell open. “Ichigo?” he choked. He was awestruck. Envy gleamed in his eyes.
“Class, please come to order!” Oochi-sensei commanded over the buzz of voices. Everyone seemed to be looking at the new student sitting at Kurosaki’s desk. Keigo turned a brilliant shade of vermilion and fell into a dead faint. Chizuru propped him his chair with his head between his knees, while Orihime, having surmised the cause of the visual transformation, simply smiled enigmatically and blushed. He could only guess what she must be thinking.
He felt eyes on him the entire class. At the bell, he bolted and stalked down the hall. Everyone he passed stared; some giggled and smirked. Everywhere there were whispers: “Hot!” “Look at those tattoos! Is he Yakuza now? He’s always been a bad-ass.” He pretended not to hear. He ignored the cellphone in his pocket, which seemed to be continuously ringing now. Mostly it was texts from girls, but there were some from guys, too. “Has everyone gone nuts? It’s just hair.” he fought the urge to punch a hole in the wall, knowing it would only add fuel to the fire.
On the rooftop at lunch, he approached the group. They looked up at him, silently taking in his expression and posture. Uryuu spoke first.
“Well, does this mean your shinigami powers have returned, Kurosaki?” he eyed him speculatively. Chad and Orihime stopped mid-conversation to listen to his reply.
“Something like that, yeah. “ was his indifferent response.
“Um, I like your hair, Kurosaki-kun! Orihime offered shyly.
The door to the rooftop burst open and Keigo staggered out, followed by a much calmer Mizuiro. “What have you DONE to your HAIR??? WHY DID YOU GET THOSE TATTOOS?” he screamed. “Now ALL the HOT girls are going to be after you!”….he wailed and fell on his face.
Chizuru appeared next with a magazine rolled under her arm. “Way to go, Kurosaki!” she said. “I just saw the ad in Nylon. The billboard’s not half-bad, either. I guess now that you’re a supermodel, you won’t be hanging out with us much longer.”
“What ad? Mugetsu/Ichigo growled.
“Oh come on, you didn’t really think you could keep something like this a secret!” she crowed. Chizuru opened the magazine to a full-page advertisement for Eternal Love jeans. A half-naked Mugetsu stood on the crest of a cliff against a sunset sky, hair billowing in an unseen wind. He looked dark, raw, and dangerous. Urahara had definitely outdone himself this time. The Shinigami Women’s Association’s best photographers had miraculously captured the shot and photo-shopped in the jeans. The group gaped in awe.
“Well, at least you won’t have to explain the hair extensions and temporary tattoos, Kurosaki”, Uryuu said smoothly. “All in a day’s work, right? When’s your next photoshoot?” he quipped.
“Did you say something about a billboard? “ Mugetsu/Ichigo ground through a clenched jaw, as his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.
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Cheesy, hilarious and over-the-top fun at Ichigo's expense (which is pretty much canon anyway) is <3. I love how Evil and Manipulative both Urahara and the Shinigami Women's Association is. I snorted several times through this story, should know.
Anyway, thank you for writing this! It's greatly appreciated.
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Urahara is one of my fave characters. Had to have him in there.
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