Strawberry: Introduction
(A/N: My Bleach kick has waned, so updates will be sporadic, inspiration striking at very strange moments. Life's like that. I'm also working on getting my life ready to move to college, so that cuts into my time too. Thank you for being amazing readers.)
Introducing Strawberry, one of our lovely wait staff.
Rating: T
Hey, I’m Kurosaki Ichigo. No, it’s not written ‘strawberry.’ You wouldn’t believe how many times I have to correct people. It’s actually written ‘one who protects.’ I think my mother named me, which is the only reason I don’t try to kill my dad over it.
Anyway, I live in downtown Tokyo at the Kurosaki Clinic with my family. I’m told my family’s kinda eccentric. Those who say that are probably right. The only other adult besides me is my dad, Kurosaki Isshin. He’s crazy. Halfway through middle school, he decided that he would help me with my martial arts. So he comes and wakes me up every morning with some sort of ridiculous move that ends up with us fighting until Yuzu calls us down for breakfast. My mom died in a car accident when I was nine. She and I were walking home from karate practice - it had run late. It was raining, and someone lost control of his car. She threw me out of the way, but died herself. As it was I was in the hospital for three days. When I was in high school, I always thought ‘it shouldn’t have been her,’ or ‘if I could have done something.’ My dad helped me snap myself out of it, in one of the bizarrely insightful moments he has.
Okay, on to more cheerful subjects. I have two little sisters, fraternal twins. Yuzu looks a lot like mom, like me. She’s the most adorable girl in the world. When Mom died, she took up all the household stuff, and I helped her where I could. Mom had been teaching me how to cook, so in turn I taught Yuzu. I helped her figure out the cleaning and all that too. She wanted me to. Karin, on the other hand, hasn’t got a domestic bone in her body. After Mom died she became a bit of a loner, saying she could take care of herself. She bottles things up badly, and sometimes she breaks. I’m there for her, though, and she’s promised to pull my spleen out through my nose if I tell anyone, so it’s our secret.
My life is fairly normal. I take care of people, I work for a crazy guy, and I go to college. I’m at Torano, down the street, majoring in drawing and painting with a minor in tech theater. I’m going to have a fun time finding a job with either of those, I can tell you that right now. In the meantime, like I said, I work for Urahara Kisuke, the nuttiest guy I know, with the possible exception of my old man. I’m waiter Strawberry at the Fruit Parlor Café, and let me tell you, I seriously want to maim Manager for that name. But I won’t. ‘Cause I could get arrested, and then who’d look after my sisters? Dad? Ha. I laugh at you.
…Not really. When he lays off the weirdo act he’s a good guy. He’s my dad after all.
Anyway, my coworkers are also a fairly crazy lot. I work with two brick walls, Kuchiki Byakuya and Schiffer Ulquiorra. Byakuya’s got more of a temper than Ulquiorra, but green-eyes can be damn scary when he wants to be. I also work with the one guy I could safely tell you was the gayest guy in existence, except for the fact he’s head over heels for a girl. His name’s Ishida Uryū. He’s just plain weird. Next up is the grumpy snowball, Hitsugaya Tōshirō. He’s actually pretty cute, in a literal sense. He looks kinda like he’s just hit sixteen, when he’s actually nineteen. It’s pretty strange, but if you comment on his height, be prepared to do some serious defending. He’s a damn good martial artist-slash-kendoist.
The other three are more my crowd. Hisagi Shūhei is a little quieter than me, but fun to talk with and stuff. He’s got a serious thing for Renji, who has a serious thing for him too, and it’s pretty funny that neither of them notice. Abarai Renji’s like my long-lost twin or something, I swear. We get along really well, like actual brothers might. The last one of my coworkers is Jeagerjaques Grimmjow. He’s from France, though he’s threatened me with decapitation if I tell anyone. He doesn’t like the whole gaijin-antipathy thing a lot of the kids at school have going on. He lives with his sister, and they have a relationship that reminds me a lot of mine with my sisters. He’s a good guy, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.
Introducing Strawberry, one of our lovely wait staff.
Rating: T
Hey, I’m Kurosaki Ichigo. No, it’s not written ‘strawberry.’ You wouldn’t believe how many times I have to correct people. It’s actually written ‘one who protects.’ I think my mother named me, which is the only reason I don’t try to kill my dad over it.
Anyway, I live in downtown Tokyo at the Kurosaki Clinic with my family. I’m told my family’s kinda eccentric. Those who say that are probably right. The only other adult besides me is my dad, Kurosaki Isshin. He’s crazy. Halfway through middle school, he decided that he would help me with my martial arts. So he comes and wakes me up every morning with some sort of ridiculous move that ends up with us fighting until Yuzu calls us down for breakfast. My mom died in a car accident when I was nine. She and I were walking home from karate practice - it had run late. It was raining, and someone lost control of his car. She threw me out of the way, but died herself. As it was I was in the hospital for three days. When I was in high school, I always thought ‘it shouldn’t have been her,’ or ‘if I could have done something.’ My dad helped me snap myself out of it, in one of the bizarrely insightful moments he has.
Okay, on to more cheerful subjects. I have two little sisters, fraternal twins. Yuzu looks a lot like mom, like me. She’s the most adorable girl in the world. When Mom died, she took up all the household stuff, and I helped her where I could. Mom had been teaching me how to cook, so in turn I taught Yuzu. I helped her figure out the cleaning and all that too. She wanted me to. Karin, on the other hand, hasn’t got a domestic bone in her body. After Mom died she became a bit of a loner, saying she could take care of herself. She bottles things up badly, and sometimes she breaks. I’m there for her, though, and she’s promised to pull my spleen out through my nose if I tell anyone, so it’s our secret.
My life is fairly normal. I take care of people, I work for a crazy guy, and I go to college. I’m at Torano, down the street, majoring in drawing and painting with a minor in tech theater. I’m going to have a fun time finding a job with either of those, I can tell you that right now. In the meantime, like I said, I work for Urahara Kisuke, the nuttiest guy I know, with the possible exception of my old man. I’m waiter Strawberry at the Fruit Parlor Café, and let me tell you, I seriously want to maim Manager for that name. But I won’t. ‘Cause I could get arrested, and then who’d look after my sisters? Dad? Ha. I laugh at you.
…Not really. When he lays off the weirdo act he’s a good guy. He’s my dad after all.
Anyway, my coworkers are also a fairly crazy lot. I work with two brick walls, Kuchiki Byakuya and Schiffer Ulquiorra. Byakuya’s got more of a temper than Ulquiorra, but green-eyes can be damn scary when he wants to be. I also work with the one guy I could safely tell you was the gayest guy in existence, except for the fact he’s head over heels for a girl. His name’s Ishida Uryū. He’s just plain weird. Next up is the grumpy snowball, Hitsugaya Tōshirō. He’s actually pretty cute, in a literal sense. He looks kinda like he’s just hit sixteen, when he’s actually nineteen. It’s pretty strange, but if you comment on his height, be prepared to do some serious defending. He’s a damn good martial artist-slash-kendoist.
The other three are more my crowd. Hisagi Shūhei is a little quieter than me, but fun to talk with and stuff. He’s got a serious thing for Renji, who has a serious thing for him too, and it’s pretty funny that neither of them notice. Abarai Renji’s like my long-lost twin or something, I swear. We get along really well, like actual brothers might. The last one of my coworkers is Jeagerjaques Grimmjow. He’s from France, though he’s threatened me with decapitation if I tell anyone. He doesn’t like the whole gaijin-antipathy thing a lot of the kids at school have going on. He lives with his sister, and they have a relationship that reminds me a lot of mine with my sisters. He’s a good guy, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.