Some more crap
In all honesty- I do not know why I wrote this. Because it honestly DOESN'T have a point. Not squish, not deep... it just.. is. Which is Ironic- because that is the content of the story as well.
All I know is- I wrote it because I was inspired to draw "Fox in a Box" because of a comment I made last night, and I need a breather from my crafts.
SO unless you want to waste a lot of pointless time, don't read the story, just look at the pic.
Fox in a Box
"Upsy-daisy!" Izuru said as he gently lifted Gin. "Look what we have here Tiachou!" he continued gently setting Ichimaru down.
Gin mearly looked puzzled... somewhat at the fact that he was gently whisked away from... well, whatever it was Gin usualy did to occupy his time- and partly because he couldn't believe Izuru had just lifted him up, and set him down elsewhere from where I was... picked up?.
"Now then, look how adorable you are! Yes yes!" it was almost if Izuru was deliberately making an infantile voice. And for some reason this was keeping his Tiahcou's attention. All of it.
"Do you know what you are? huh?" Gin just looked on, expressionless. "You... are..." Izuru started to slowly chant out "a... fox... in?..." Gin looked down at himself. He was in... "A fox in?..." Izuru said again. Gin just stared. " A box!" Izuru joyfully exclaimed. "Fox in a box! Fox in a box! And look how sweet you are!"
Gin suddenly became aware of it as well. Yes. he thought, Yes I am! "Yes you are!" said Izuru quite merrily.
Izuru turned around smiling. He knew quite well his plan would work... and it would give him the entire afternoon to dedicate to some paper-work. Leaving Gin to his new found arrangement, Izuru walked over to his desk and sat down.
Gin watched him as he went. And then turned his attention to the issue at hand.
Fox... in a box. He thought. Fox..ina-box. Fox.. in...abox! Foxinabox! Foxin...a..box!.... Foooox....in. A. Box! Gin contemplated. Fox in a box. I'm a fox. and I... I am, um, in... I'm in a box. And I'm a Fox.
Perfect! Izuru though, only barley looking at his Taichou from the corner of his eye. He stifled a smile as not to draw any attention away from Gin's contemplative issue, and continued to work.
Gin- who was at the beginning somewhat sitting in the box- now sat up. Inspecting the contraption that he was in he came to the conclusion: It was a box. And he was in it. He shifted a bit. And then shuffled. And payed close attention to the noise that was made when rubbing his cloths against the sides, and bottom of the box. Testing the durability, he slowly reclined, setting his head on the rim.
I... I am a...a fox. And here I am... sitting here. In this... box. Gin laid there for a moment, and then sat up again, got on his hands an knees, turned around several times in the box, before rolling onto his back. All the while listening to the different sounds the fiber made while he did so.
The perspective was refreshing. He no longer was aware of the office. Of the couch. Of the world beyond this very small confinement- no, he was only aware of one thing- The 4 brown cardboard walls (that made a pleasant "shiwsh" noise as he rubbed against them) and the ceiling- which seemed far yonder over there beyond the limits of this vast world he called- "Box".
Gin's contemplation continued, Let us say that I- namely, that means me, as in the Fox- is here. Laying in this place- that from now, hereon in, shall therefor be known as, namely, The Box. He stretched his hands out, almost as if he were trying to reach the ceiling- or at least checking that it truly was far far "over there" and not close to "here". I I were to be a Fox- which I am, and yes, I am sure of that because I have always been one- were to BE in a box- which I am because clearly this is one and I am within it- than am I simply just that?
Silence. Izuru just straitened a bit to pear over into the box to see why things fell silent. Good. Still at it. He turned back to his work.
Fox in a Box. it's quite simply put actually. But is it really that simple? Cannot I be more? cannot I burst forth form the confinements of this simplistic statement to elevate myself and prove to the world that there is far more depth to this situation than merely one creature- myself that is, being of fox kind- in a state of "being" in a confined area- this box? Gin sat up abruptly. What if I sang! Yes! What if I just opened my mouth and sweetly performed a tune, or a verse?... no.... no... no I couldn't.. Fox in a box... hmmm, no.. "singing Fox in a box" it just doesn't have the same ring to it. Obviously a preposturous idea! Who came up with that? I will have to punish them later. Ah yes, Hitsugaya! He did it, I'll see to it he gets his fair share. Gin slowly reclined in the box. One of the flaps swayed a bit. Oh my- YES! Yes look at that! It.. can I do that again? *touch* Oh how wonderful! I am sitting in this box, and I can touch those wings and it flaps- it's like a magic box! Oh sweat heaven... Izuru should see this, I- no no wait... no it's "Fox in a box" not "Nervous Fuku-taichou and a Fox in a box" now is it? Ichimaru began to notice how cramped his legs began to feel. Well now, that is just pointless. I'm not liking this anymore.. not at all. What kind of accommodation presents it's accomodatee such discomfort? I should think not... some "Magic box" this is- wait, who came up with that term? Obviously they had no idea what they were talking about- oh wait. I know. Hitsugaya. That young lad always thinks he knows it all, but never stops spouting un-experianced nonsense- I should have to set him strait later. Gin Shifted with his back to the box wall. There he could stretch his legs and ease the pain of the cramp. He Yawned. All the serious contemplation was certainly taking it's toll! Wait what's this? Gin looked down at his feet. Where are my shoes? They were on my feet a moment ago... I could swear it! Gin turned to his table.There, resting under his desk was his pair of sandals. Of all the- who would leave their own shoes under their desk? What an irresponsible thing to do. Just the sort of thing a young, unexperienced- Hitsugaya. He took my shoes. That boy is asking for a serious talking to! I'll set him strait later. But for now, I have to bear the embarrassment of being shoeless in this high prestige place- my Box! Gin shuffled his feet against the opposing wall. Oh.. oh my. Well this is.. very.. therapeutic... his shuffling feet subsided into gentle foot movement that was lulling him slowly. Hmmmm. Gin's eyelids began to fall. Another Yawn. So tired... so very...
Izuru lifted his head from his work. Looking over at his Tiachou, he smiled to see him- legs thrown over one side, head cradled by his arms, and resting peacefully.
Worked like a charm.
Izuru finished his paperwork before the day's end... and Gin was right up and awake as he filed the last sheet away. Izuru gladly complied to accompany his Tiahcou for some dinner and perhaps some form of entertainment afterward. But first, a stop at the Squad 10 office. Gin insisted he had some business with the Captain of the squad.
All I know is- I wrote it because I was inspired to draw "Fox in a Box" because of a comment I made last night, and I need a breather from my crafts.
SO unless you want to waste a lot of pointless time, don't read the story, just look at the pic.
Fox in a Box
"Upsy-daisy!" Izuru said as he gently lifted Gin. "Look what we have here Tiachou!" he continued gently setting Ichimaru down.
Gin mearly looked puzzled... somewhat at the fact that he was gently whisked away from... well, whatever it was Gin usualy did to occupy his time- and partly because he couldn't believe Izuru had just lifted him up, and set him down elsewhere from where I was... picked up?.
"Now then, look how adorable you are! Yes yes!" it was almost if Izuru was deliberately making an infantile voice. And for some reason this was keeping his Tiahcou's attention. All of it.
"Do you know what you are? huh?" Gin just looked on, expressionless. "You... are..." Izuru started to slowly chant out "a... fox... in?..." Gin looked down at himself. He was in... "A fox in?..." Izuru said again. Gin just stared. " A box!" Izuru joyfully exclaimed. "Fox in a box! Fox in a box! And look how sweet you are!"
Gin suddenly became aware of it as well. Yes. he thought, Yes I am! "Yes you are!" said Izuru quite merrily.
Izuru turned around smiling. He knew quite well his plan would work... and it would give him the entire afternoon to dedicate to some paper-work. Leaving Gin to his new found arrangement, Izuru walked over to his desk and sat down.
Gin watched him as he went. And then turned his attention to the issue at hand.
Fox... in a box. He thought. Fox..ina-box. Fox.. in...abox! Foxinabox! Foxin...a..box!.... Foooox....in. A. Box! Gin contemplated. Fox in a box. I'm a fox. and I... I am, um, in... I'm in a box. And I'm a Fox.
Perfect! Izuru though, only barley looking at his Taichou from the corner of his eye. He stifled a smile as not to draw any attention away from Gin's contemplative issue, and continued to work.
Gin- who was at the beginning somewhat sitting in the box- now sat up. Inspecting the contraption that he was in he came to the conclusion: It was a box. And he was in it. He shifted a bit. And then shuffled. And payed close attention to the noise that was made when rubbing his cloths against the sides, and bottom of the box. Testing the durability, he slowly reclined, setting his head on the rim.
I... I am a...a fox. And here I am... sitting here. In this... box. Gin laid there for a moment, and then sat up again, got on his hands an knees, turned around several times in the box, before rolling onto his back. All the while listening to the different sounds the fiber made while he did so.
The perspective was refreshing. He no longer was aware of the office. Of the couch. Of the world beyond this very small confinement- no, he was only aware of one thing- The 4 brown cardboard walls (that made a pleasant "shiwsh" noise as he rubbed against them) and the ceiling- which seemed far yonder over there beyond the limits of this vast world he called- "Box".
Gin's contemplation continued, Let us say that I- namely, that means me, as in the Fox- is here. Laying in this place- that from now, hereon in, shall therefor be known as, namely, The Box. He stretched his hands out, almost as if he were trying to reach the ceiling- or at least checking that it truly was far far "over there" and not close to "here". I I were to be a Fox- which I am, and yes, I am sure of that because I have always been one- were to BE in a box- which I am because clearly this is one and I am within it- than am I simply just that?
Silence. Izuru just straitened a bit to pear over into the box to see why things fell silent. Good. Still at it. He turned back to his work.
Fox in a Box. it's quite simply put actually. But is it really that simple? Cannot I be more? cannot I burst forth form the confinements of this simplistic statement to elevate myself and prove to the world that there is far more depth to this situation than merely one creature- myself that is, being of fox kind- in a state of "being" in a confined area- this box? Gin sat up abruptly. What if I sang! Yes! What if I just opened my mouth and sweetly performed a tune, or a verse?... no.... no... no I couldn't.. Fox in a box... hmmm, no.. "singing Fox in a box" it just doesn't have the same ring to it. Obviously a preposturous idea! Who came up with that? I will have to punish them later. Ah yes, Hitsugaya! He did it, I'll see to it he gets his fair share. Gin slowly reclined in the box. One of the flaps swayed a bit. Oh my- YES! Yes look at that! It.. can I do that again? *touch* Oh how wonderful! I am sitting in this box, and I can touch those wings and it flaps- it's like a magic box! Oh sweat heaven... Izuru should see this, I- no no wait... no it's "Fox in a box" not "Nervous Fuku-taichou and a Fox in a box" now is it? Ichimaru began to notice how cramped his legs began to feel. Well now, that is just pointless. I'm not liking this anymore.. not at all. What kind of accommodation presents it's accomodatee such discomfort? I should think not... some "Magic box" this is- wait, who came up with that term? Obviously they had no idea what they were talking about- oh wait. I know. Hitsugaya. That young lad always thinks he knows it all, but never stops spouting un-experianced nonsense- I should have to set him strait later. Gin Shifted with his back to the box wall. There he could stretch his legs and ease the pain of the cramp. He Yawned. All the serious contemplation was certainly taking it's toll! Wait what's this? Gin looked down at his feet. Where are my shoes? They were on my feet a moment ago... I could swear it! Gin turned to his table.There, resting under his desk was his pair of sandals. Of all the- who would leave their own shoes under their desk? What an irresponsible thing to do. Just the sort of thing a young, unexperienced- Hitsugaya. He took my shoes. That boy is asking for a serious talking to! I'll set him strait later. But for now, I have to bear the embarrassment of being shoeless in this high prestige place- my Box! Gin shuffled his feet against the opposing wall. Oh.. oh my. Well this is.. very.. therapeutic... his shuffling feet subsided into gentle foot movement that was lulling him slowly. Hmmmm. Gin's eyelids began to fall. Another Yawn. So tired... so very...
Izuru lifted his head from his work. Looking over at his Tiachou, he smiled to see him- legs thrown over one side, head cradled by his arms, and resting peacefully.
Worked like a charm.
Izuru finished his paperwork before the day's end... and Gin was right up and awake as he filed the last sheet away. Izuru gladly complied to accompany his Tiahcou for some dinner and perhaps some form of entertainment afterward. But first, a stop at the Squad 10 office. Gin insisted he had some business with the Captain of the squad.