WACC - Chapter 14
Title When An Auntie Comes a Callin'
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While living with Orihime, Hitsugaya faces trouble from her aunt.
Disclaimer: not mine. T^T
The door knob slowly twisted to the right. A buxom figure slowly, stealthily entered the room, with some supplies in hand. She tip toed her way to the bed, where there was a figure lying under the covers. She gently raised the sheets and…
“Matsumoto, what do you think you’re doing?” came the all too familiar voice of her taichou, but not from the bed.
“TAICHOU!” Matsumoto exclaimed, leaping up in the air a bit. “I’m not doing anything,” she said as she turned around, searching for Hitsugaya.
Hitsugaya had situated himself on the window sill and was looking outside at the night sky.
“You didn’t answer my question?”
“N-nothing,” she stammered out, trying to hide the incriminating evidence behind her back.
“Really,” said Hitsugaya from behind her, taking said items out of her hands.
Damn captains for being so fast, thought Matsumoto, knowing she was going to upset her captain. At least he’s calm now.
“You…were going to die my hair…neon green?”
“Uh…n...,” she caught the look Hitsugaya was giving her. “…yes. But only because you died my hair pink!”
“So?”
“What do you mean so? It’s pink for crying out loud! What will people say?”
“They probably won’t notice. There are people with stranger hair colors. Some are even multi-colored.”
“If that’s supposed to cheer me up, it isn’t working.”
“Why don’t you just go back to bed? I’m sorry for dying your hair pink.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay then. Goodnight, taichou.”
As soon as the door closed, a smirked formed on Hitsugaya’s lips. He had something else with which he could use to have fun with. Now to get more sugar.
--The Next Day at School--
“H….Matsumoto! What happened to your hair?” exclaimed Rukia upon the sight of seeing the 10th division fukutaichou with pink hair.
“Some one….” Matsumoto said with a glare at Hitsugaya, “had too much sugar yesterday.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Renji, “you mean to say that Hitsugaya actually consumed sugar. Never thought that was going to happen.”
“Well, it has. And he was on a sugar high. You should have seen what he did to Eleanor. That was priceless.”
“What did he do?” They all gathered ‘round to her the tale of conquering the Aunt.
“Well…”
“I recorded it,” interrupted Hitsugaya.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Cool, when can we see it?” asked Ikkaku.
“Whenever.”
“Okay, class, settle down. It’s time to start class.”
--Much Later, near the end of class--
“And now the partner assignments for the English project.” The teacher lists of a bunch of pairings not important to the point of this chapter.
“…Kurosaki Ichigo and Hitsugaya Toshiro. Okay….that’s all. Class dismissed,” she said as the bell rang.
--Outside the school--
“So, let’s go to Barnes & Nobles to work on our project,” said Ichigo.
“Okay,” said Hitsugaya, eating some pocky. It was his fifth box of the day, and it was only around 3 PM.
--Barnes & Nobles (Or more accurately, Starbucks)--
“So…you want anything to drink,” said Ichigo as the looked at the little menu thing.
Hitsugaya looked at the options and was completely clueless. “Um…sure. But you order.”
“Okay. Go find a table that we can work at.”
Hitsugaya complied with this and found a suitable table and started to eat his seventh box of pocky. He also pulled out some chocolate from his bag.
“Here you go,” said Ichigo handing Hitsugaya a frosty beverage.
“What is it?” Hitsugaya asked with pocky hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
How much candy does he have with him, wondered Ichigo. “It’s a Venti Java Chip Frappuccino.”
“A what?” Hitsugaya asked.
“Never mind. Just drink it, it’s really good.”
“If you say so.” Hitsugaya took a sip. Then he smiled, it was really good. He drank some more.
“So…what do you want to do for our project?”
“Well, seeing as I don’t know any of the authors because they all came after I had died, you get to pick.”
“Geez, thanks. Hmm….let’s do J.R.R. Tolkien.”
“Okay.”
“So, let’s go to my place and work.”
“I thought we were going to work here.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind. It’s getting really crowed in here.”
“Okay.”
--Ichigo’s Place--
“Here are the books,” said Ichigo, tossing some books at Hitsugaya, who sat bouncing on Ichigo’s bed. That frappuccino was really good and made him more hyper than just the sugar he had been eating. He wanted more.
“Thanks, strawberry,” drawled Hitsugaya.
“….What did you say?” asked Ichigo dangerously.
“Strawberry. That’s what you are. Ichigo is strawberry. Yes yes,” said Hitsugaya as he nodded his head up and down as he continued to bounce.
“Is not! It’ means….”
“Yes, yes. I know what you are going to say. I don’t care. Ichigo is strawberry.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re just mad cause you can’t beat my logic.”
“Whatever. Let’s just work on the stupid project.”
“How can we do the project if I’ve never read the books?”
“Then read them.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t and you can’t make me,” Hitsugaya said, sticking his tongue out.
“What is your problem?”
“What do you mean?” asked Hitsugaya as he looked up at Ichigo after fishing through his bag for some more pocky.
“You’re not acting like yourself, and you’re eating candy. I’ve never seen you eat candy. None of the others have either.”
“How would you know that?” Hitsugaya asked, full of suspicion.
“We talked about you at lunch.”
“What? How mean.”
“We all thought you were acting weird. Not paying attention, bouncing in your seat, saying weird things…”
“I’m not acting weird.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Want some?” asked Hitsugaya, holding out a box of pocky.
“What?” asked Ichigo, surprised at the turn of conversation.
“Do you want some? Is not that hard of a question, strawberry.”
“Um…sure,” said Ichigo as he took some pocky and ate it.
“Dude! You’re a cannibal!”
“What!”
“Is strawberry pocky. You are strawberry. You eat fellow strawberries.”
“I’m not a strawberry! …And it’s strawberry flavored pocky.”
“So, you need strawberries to make strawberry flavor, right? And you are a strawberry!”
“I….” The door opened to reveal Yuzu.
“Ichi-nii, do you want these lollipops?” asked Yuzu holding out a bag of Jolly Rancher lollipops.
“What flavor are they? Why do you have lollipops?”
“I just do. Watermelon.”
“Watermelon…” said Hitsugaya. He liked watermelon.
“Oh. Would you like them?” Yuzu asked, directing the question at Hitsugaya.
“Yes please!”
“Okay, here you go,” said Yuzu as she handed the bag to Hitsugaya.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said as she left Ichigo’s room.
Hitsugaya unwrapped one of the lollipops and put it in his mouth. It tasted….interesting.
“Where were we?” asked Ichigo.
“Where were we where?”
“Wha…” said Ichigo, thrown by the question. “In the conversation, stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, you mean nasty strawberry.”
“STOP CALLING ME STRAWBERRY!”
“But you are.”
“NO, I’M NOT.”
“You’re in denial.”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Man, I can’t believe I’m letting him get to me like this, thought Ichigo. “You’re acting like a little kid.”
A vein in Hitsugaya’s forehead twitched. “What did you say?”
“You-are-acting-like-a-little-kid,” said Ichigo slowly.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“Ar….We are not starting this shit again.”
“Starting what again?”
“The whole ‘Are too, Am not’ thing.”
“We’ve done it before?”
“GAH!”
“…um….I is going to leave now,” said Hitsugaya as he gathered up the books and left Ichigo. I wonder what’s gotten into him.
--Midnight--
The window slowly slid upward. A small figure slipped in and gently stepped over the figure in the bed under the window. Why does his bed have to be under the window?
The small figure stepped onto the floor and tip toed up to the head of the sleeping one. He quickly got the hair wet then proceeded to put the hair dye in. Call me little kid, will you? Let’s see how you like this.
While Hitsugaya waited for the time limit of the hair dye, he snuck down the stairs and to the kitchen in search of more sugar. By the time he had returned upstairs, he had consumed a whole box of Oreos and a jar of peanut butter. And a package of Pixie Stix.
Hitsugaya rinsed out the dye and shook his head. Neither Rukia or Ichigo had even detected his presence. Oh well, it allowed him to get away with his prank. Hee.
Hitsugaya slipped back out the window and made his merry way back to Orihime’s. But first….a stop at a Starbucks for another frappuccino.
--The Next Morning--
Ichigo walked sleepily into the bathroom and clicked on the light. He shuffled his way to the toilet and used the facilities. On his way back out, he glanced at the mirror.
Ichigo paused and glanced at the mirror a second time.
“WHAT THE HELL? WHAT HAPPPENED?” yelled Ichigo, hands reaching up to his hair, which had been dyed….
“What’s the matter, Ichi….Kaien-dono?” asked Rukia.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While living with Orihime, Hitsugaya faces trouble from her aunt.
Disclaimer: not mine. T^T
The door knob slowly twisted to the right. A buxom figure slowly, stealthily entered the room, with some supplies in hand. She tip toed her way to the bed, where there was a figure lying under the covers. She gently raised the sheets and…
“Matsumoto, what do you think you’re doing?” came the all too familiar voice of her taichou, but not from the bed.
“TAICHOU!” Matsumoto exclaimed, leaping up in the air a bit. “I’m not doing anything,” she said as she turned around, searching for Hitsugaya.
Hitsugaya had situated himself on the window sill and was looking outside at the night sky.
“You didn’t answer my question?”
“N-nothing,” she stammered out, trying to hide the incriminating evidence behind her back.
“Really,” said Hitsugaya from behind her, taking said items out of her hands.
Damn captains for being so fast, thought Matsumoto, knowing she was going to upset her captain. At least he’s calm now.
“You…were going to die my hair…neon green?”
“Uh…n...,” she caught the look Hitsugaya was giving her. “…yes. But only because you died my hair pink!”
“So?”
“What do you mean so? It’s pink for crying out loud! What will people say?”
“They probably won’t notice. There are people with stranger hair colors. Some are even multi-colored.”
“If that’s supposed to cheer me up, it isn’t working.”
“Why don’t you just go back to bed? I’m sorry for dying your hair pink.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay then. Goodnight, taichou.”
As soon as the door closed, a smirked formed on Hitsugaya’s lips. He had something else with which he could use to have fun with. Now to get more sugar.
--The Next Day at School--
“H….Matsumoto! What happened to your hair?” exclaimed Rukia upon the sight of seeing the 10th division fukutaichou with pink hair.
“Some one….” Matsumoto said with a glare at Hitsugaya, “had too much sugar yesterday.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Renji, “you mean to say that Hitsugaya actually consumed sugar. Never thought that was going to happen.”
“Well, it has. And he was on a sugar high. You should have seen what he did to Eleanor. That was priceless.”
“What did he do?” They all gathered ‘round to her the tale of conquering the Aunt.
“Well…”
“I recorded it,” interrupted Hitsugaya.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Cool, when can we see it?” asked Ikkaku.
“Whenever.”
“Okay, class, settle down. It’s time to start class.”
--Much Later, near the end of class--
“And now the partner assignments for the English project.” The teacher lists of a bunch of pairings not important to the point of this chapter.
“…Kurosaki Ichigo and Hitsugaya Toshiro. Okay….that’s all. Class dismissed,” she said as the bell rang.
--Outside the school--
“So, let’s go to Barnes & Nobles to work on our project,” said Ichigo.
“Okay,” said Hitsugaya, eating some pocky. It was his fifth box of the day, and it was only around 3 PM.
--Barnes & Nobles (Or more accurately, Starbucks)--
“So…you want anything to drink,” said Ichigo as the looked at the little menu thing.
Hitsugaya looked at the options and was completely clueless. “Um…sure. But you order.”
“Okay. Go find a table that we can work at.”
Hitsugaya complied with this and found a suitable table and started to eat his seventh box of pocky. He also pulled out some chocolate from his bag.
“Here you go,” said Ichigo handing Hitsugaya a frosty beverage.
“What is it?” Hitsugaya asked with pocky hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
How much candy does he have with him, wondered Ichigo. “It’s a Venti Java Chip Frappuccino.”
“A what?” Hitsugaya asked.
“Never mind. Just drink it, it’s really good.”
“If you say so.” Hitsugaya took a sip. Then he smiled, it was really good. He drank some more.
“So…what do you want to do for our project?”
“Well, seeing as I don’t know any of the authors because they all came after I had died, you get to pick.”
“Geez, thanks. Hmm….let’s do J.R.R. Tolkien.”
“Okay.”
“So, let’s go to my place and work.”
“I thought we were going to work here.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind. It’s getting really crowed in here.”
“Okay.”
--Ichigo’s Place--
“Here are the books,” said Ichigo, tossing some books at Hitsugaya, who sat bouncing on Ichigo’s bed. That frappuccino was really good and made him more hyper than just the sugar he had been eating. He wanted more.
“Thanks, strawberry,” drawled Hitsugaya.
“….What did you say?” asked Ichigo dangerously.
“Strawberry. That’s what you are. Ichigo is strawberry. Yes yes,” said Hitsugaya as he nodded his head up and down as he continued to bounce.
“Is not! It’ means….”
“Yes, yes. I know what you are going to say. I don’t care. Ichigo is strawberry.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re just mad cause you can’t beat my logic.”
“Whatever. Let’s just work on the stupid project.”
“How can we do the project if I’ve never read the books?”
“Then read them.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t and you can’t make me,” Hitsugaya said, sticking his tongue out.
“What is your problem?”
“What do you mean?” asked Hitsugaya as he looked up at Ichigo after fishing through his bag for some more pocky.
“You’re not acting like yourself, and you’re eating candy. I’ve never seen you eat candy. None of the others have either.”
“How would you know that?” Hitsugaya asked, full of suspicion.
“We talked about you at lunch.”
“What? How mean.”
“We all thought you were acting weird. Not paying attention, bouncing in your seat, saying weird things…”
“I’m not acting weird.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Want some?” asked Hitsugaya, holding out a box of pocky.
“What?” asked Ichigo, surprised at the turn of conversation.
“Do you want some? Is not that hard of a question, strawberry.”
“Um…sure,” said Ichigo as he took some pocky and ate it.
“Dude! You’re a cannibal!”
“What!”
“Is strawberry pocky. You are strawberry. You eat fellow strawberries.”
“I’m not a strawberry! …And it’s strawberry flavored pocky.”
“So, you need strawberries to make strawberry flavor, right? And you are a strawberry!”
“I….” The door opened to reveal Yuzu.
“Ichi-nii, do you want these lollipops?” asked Yuzu holding out a bag of Jolly Rancher lollipops.
“What flavor are they? Why do you have lollipops?”
“I just do. Watermelon.”
“Watermelon…” said Hitsugaya. He liked watermelon.
“Oh. Would you like them?” Yuzu asked, directing the question at Hitsugaya.
“Yes please!”
“Okay, here you go,” said Yuzu as she handed the bag to Hitsugaya.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said as she left Ichigo’s room.
Hitsugaya unwrapped one of the lollipops and put it in his mouth. It tasted….interesting.
“Where were we?” asked Ichigo.
“Where were we where?”
“Wha…” said Ichigo, thrown by the question. “In the conversation, stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, you mean nasty strawberry.”
“STOP CALLING ME STRAWBERRY!”
“But you are.”
“NO, I’M NOT.”
“You’re in denial.”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Man, I can’t believe I’m letting him get to me like this, thought Ichigo. “You’re acting like a little kid.”
A vein in Hitsugaya’s forehead twitched. “What did you say?”
“You-are-acting-like-a-little-kid,” said Ichigo slowly.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“Ar….We are not starting this shit again.”
“Starting what again?”
“The whole ‘Are too, Am not’ thing.”
“We’ve done it before?”
“GAH!”
“…um….I is going to leave now,” said Hitsugaya as he gathered up the books and left Ichigo. I wonder what’s gotten into him.
--Midnight--
The window slowly slid upward. A small figure slipped in and gently stepped over the figure in the bed under the window. Why does his bed have to be under the window?
The small figure stepped onto the floor and tip toed up to the head of the sleeping one. He quickly got the hair wet then proceeded to put the hair dye in. Call me little kid, will you? Let’s see how you like this.
While Hitsugaya waited for the time limit of the hair dye, he snuck down the stairs and to the kitchen in search of more sugar. By the time he had returned upstairs, he had consumed a whole box of Oreos and a jar of peanut butter. And a package of Pixie Stix.
Hitsugaya rinsed out the dye and shook his head. Neither Rukia or Ichigo had even detected his presence. Oh well, it allowed him to get away with his prank. Hee.
Hitsugaya slipped back out the window and made his merry way back to Orihime’s. But first….a stop at a Starbucks for another frappuccino.
--The Next Morning--
Ichigo walked sleepily into the bathroom and clicked on the light. He shuffled his way to the toilet and used the facilities. On his way back out, he glanced at the mirror.
Ichigo paused and glanced at the mirror a second time.
“WHAT THE HELL? WHAT HAPPPENED?” yelled Ichigo, hands reaching up to his hair, which had been dyed….
“What’s the matter, Ichi….Kaien-dono?” asked Rukia.