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Title ♪ For You
Fandom ♪ Bleach
Pairing/Characters ♪ Chad/Karin
Rating ♪ T for super awful language, but nothing else
Summary ♪ "I thought you should have these," she says, putting a bag of envelopes on his grave. "They're to you after all." Then she walks away.
Notes ♪ Written late. Gets kinda melodramatic on occasion, in my opinion. :\ Sad.
Karin is very irritated by rain. It is always in sad scenes in movies. What the hell. For once, they should film a sad scene in the sun. On the beach, how about. Just to mess with people's heads.
Of course, the one time she feels it would be appropriate, it won't rain. Not when her heart is ripped in two and crying blood. Then the weather won't acquiesce, no sir.
Instead it is windy.
Just as well. Karin likes the wind. Whipping at her hair, stabbing at her cheeks, tearing at her eyes, the wind makes things come to life. Brown leaves skitter like drunken beetles across the sidewalk in an animated dance, giving shrieks and whispers before being swept away to clog up the gutters. The sky is overcast, booming thunder. Her unbuttoned coat flaps wildly, taking on a spirit of its own; the wind has breathed life into that also.
If only it could bring him back to life.
Karin shakes her heard and scowls. So much for keeping her head in the present. That was the whole point of this trip, wasn't it? Saying good-bye to the past. No use crying over spilled milk.
-
The graveyard is actually rather pleasant. Considering that she is standing on a field of rotting corpses, it isn't really too bad. Some thoughtful soul has raked most of November's last leaves clear, leaving the yellowing grass to stare up at her balefully as she walked by. An air of peacefulness pervades the place; it smells like old roses and resignation. Sad, heart-wrenching, dusky peacefulness, but peacefulness nonetheless.
She stops at his grave, a small, unassuming tombstone probably smaller than his hand meekly nestled in the grass. Karin pulls the plastic bag out of her pocket and puts it at the marker's foot with as little ceremony as possible.
"I figured you should have these. I mean, they're not doing me any good now, and... whatever. It's not like you can read 'em anyway." She scuffs her toe on the ground and wonders for a moment what is dripping out of her eyes. "I guess I'll leave then." She turns around and walks away, taking great care to step on every dried leaf along the way. Soon the gray distance swallows her hunched figure up, and scattered leaf bits and a bag of unaddressed envelopes are the only pieces of evidence to show her visit there at all.
Crunch crunch crunch.
She's not crying, fuck you.
Crunch crunch crunch.
It's the wind's fault that she's crying; must've blown something into her eye.
Crunch crunch crunch.
Stupid wind.
-
Chad.
You think that just because you kissed me good-bye on short notice you can leave and go traipsing around after your Macho Grande Hollow with Ichigo and the rest of your peanut gang. Well, I've got news for you, buster, you can't. As soon as you get back I'm kicking you in the head. Twice.
And kissing you back.
Karin
-
Chad.
I've graduated. Nice job being supportive and showing up. Thanks. Now even if you do come back I won't like you. Even if you bring me a unicorn and a vat of wild strawberries.
Two unicorns and a vat of strawberries, maybe we'll talk.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know it's really difficult to defend a woman's honor if you're gallivanting around somewhere in Mexicoland, or wherever Ichigo's last phone call was from. Imagine, two guys trying to chat me up and simultaneously being obscenely degrading to all of womenfolk. Yeah. Happened today after Poli Science. I told them I had a 7-foot Mexican for a boyfriend, but they didn't believe me. Too bad you weren't here to back me up. Jerk.
And if you say I don't need anyone to defend me, I'll deck you a good one.
Eat a taco for me.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know, if you don't get back soon, I'm going to start looking for some new hunk to date. The Mech Engineering guys are hot.
Karin
-
Chad.
Shit.
Fuck.
Dammit.
Cock.
Bastard.
Dick.
Dick.
Dick.
I hate you.
Karin
-
Chad.
Why'd you do it? You didn't have to take the hit for that dumb brother of mine. The stupid jackass would've survived. Hell, he survived living in this house for 20-odd years, he can manage a little Hollow hit. You lived with your grandfather, for God's sake. I bet when he hit someone they thought a kitten was nuzzling them. Shit. What the hell were you even thinking?
Karin
-
Chad.
And now Ichigo's all mopey, too. Christ. He's all "It's my fault Chad's dead he would be alive if it weren't for me cry cry cry infinite sadneeeeessssssss." Wow. A+ bang-up job on being a great, fucking, stupid, fucking fuck-up. You're so lucky you're dead, 'cause I'd kill you if you weren't.
Karin
-
Chad.
Well, I've roped myself a man. Good kid. Named Jusuke. Kind of funny nose, though .
Karin
-
Chad.
Dammit. It's your fault I can't eat tacos without crying now. Good one. D'you know how hard it is to convince people you're crying because of the spiciness of mild salsa? Nigh impossible. Now I look like a dumbass. Thanks for that.
Karin
-
Chad.
You had the most awful shirts ever.
Karin
-
Chad.
Eyes can't go anywhere without legs, damn you. All they can do is sit by and watch and cry. At least I'm getting to be quite the ace at both.
Karin
-
Chad.
I wish I could say I realized I idolized you in your death. I don't. I remember everything. Your awful haircut and your funny lips and too-big feet and your annoying stoic-ness and your wonky god-arm and your positively garish shirts. Every last ounce of you I remember, and none of it is idolized.
Dammit.
Karin
-
Chad.
Jusuke finally proposed. I accepted, of course. Jusuke's a great guy. I'll be happy.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know I never went to your funeral? I don't see the point of standing around in a massively mopey environment and listening to some dumb guy who didn't even know you talk about how this is a great loss and we can take a lesson from this and blah blah blah. All it would do is make me miserable, and I'm already not always a happy sunshine girl. Hope you don't mind. And even if you do, can't do anything about it. Ha.
Wish you could.
Karin
-
Chad.
I'm getting married tomorrow. Yuzu's throwing me a bachelorette party downstairs that she thinks will be a surprise. Dammit. I can only hope there won't be any strippers. There's just something about male strippers that I don't trust.
Wish me luck on my big day tomorrow. Bleh.
Karin
-
Chad.
I love you.
Karin
~Amunet 8D
Fandom ♪ Bleach
Pairing/Characters ♪ Chad/Karin
Rating ♪ T for super awful language, but nothing else
Summary ♪ "I thought you should have these," she says, putting a bag of envelopes on his grave. "They're to you after all." Then she walks away.
Notes ♪ Written late. Gets kinda melodramatic on occasion, in my opinion. :\ Sad.
Karin is very irritated by rain. It is always in sad scenes in movies. What the hell. For once, they should film a sad scene in the sun. On the beach, how about. Just to mess with people's heads.
Of course, the one time she feels it would be appropriate, it won't rain. Not when her heart is ripped in two and crying blood. Then the weather won't acquiesce, no sir.
Instead it is windy.
Just as well. Karin likes the wind. Whipping at her hair, stabbing at her cheeks, tearing at her eyes, the wind makes things come to life. Brown leaves skitter like drunken beetles across the sidewalk in an animated dance, giving shrieks and whispers before being swept away to clog up the gutters. The sky is overcast, booming thunder. Her unbuttoned coat flaps wildly, taking on a spirit of its own; the wind has breathed life into that also.
If only it could bring him back to life.
Karin shakes her heard and scowls. So much for keeping her head in the present. That was the whole point of this trip, wasn't it? Saying good-bye to the past. No use crying over spilled milk.
-
The graveyard is actually rather pleasant. Considering that she is standing on a field of rotting corpses, it isn't really too bad. Some thoughtful soul has raked most of November's last leaves clear, leaving the yellowing grass to stare up at her balefully as she walked by. An air of peacefulness pervades the place; it smells like old roses and resignation. Sad, heart-wrenching, dusky peacefulness, but peacefulness nonetheless.
She stops at his grave, a small, unassuming tombstone probably smaller than his hand meekly nestled in the grass. Karin pulls the plastic bag out of her pocket and puts it at the marker's foot with as little ceremony as possible.
"I figured you should have these. I mean, they're not doing me any good now, and... whatever. It's not like you can read 'em anyway." She scuffs her toe on the ground and wonders for a moment what is dripping out of her eyes. "I guess I'll leave then." She turns around and walks away, taking great care to step on every dried leaf along the way. Soon the gray distance swallows her hunched figure up, and scattered leaf bits and a bag of unaddressed envelopes are the only pieces of evidence to show her visit there at all.
Crunch crunch crunch.
She's not crying, fuck you.
Crunch crunch crunch.
It's the wind's fault that she's crying; must've blown something into her eye.
Crunch crunch crunch.
Stupid wind.
-
Chad.
You think that just because you kissed me good-bye on short notice you can leave and go traipsing around after your Macho Grande Hollow with Ichigo and the rest of your peanut gang. Well, I've got news for you, buster, you can't. As soon as you get back I'm kicking you in the head. Twice.
And kissing you back.
Karin
-
Chad.
I've graduated. Nice job being supportive and showing up. Thanks. Now even if you do come back I won't like you. Even if you bring me a unicorn and a vat of wild strawberries.
Two unicorns and a vat of strawberries, maybe we'll talk.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know it's really difficult to defend a woman's honor if you're gallivanting around somewhere in Mexicoland, or wherever Ichigo's last phone call was from. Imagine, two guys trying to chat me up and simultaneously being obscenely degrading to all of womenfolk. Yeah. Happened today after Poli Science. I told them I had a 7-foot Mexican for a boyfriend, but they didn't believe me. Too bad you weren't here to back me up. Jerk.
And if you say I don't need anyone to defend me, I'll deck you a good one.
Eat a taco for me.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know, if you don't get back soon, I'm going to start looking for some new hunk to date. The Mech Engineering guys are hot.
Karin
-
Chad.
Shit.
Fuck.
Dammit.
Cock.
Bastard.
Dick.
Dick.
Dick.
I hate you.
Karin
-
Chad.
Why'd you do it? You didn't have to take the hit for that dumb brother of mine. The stupid jackass would've survived. Hell, he survived living in this house for 20-odd years, he can manage a little Hollow hit. You lived with your grandfather, for God's sake. I bet when he hit someone they thought a kitten was nuzzling them. Shit. What the hell were you even thinking?
Karin
-
Chad.
And now Ichigo's all mopey, too. Christ. He's all "It's my fault Chad's dead he would be alive if it weren't for me cry cry cry infinite sadneeeeessssssss." Wow. A+ bang-up job on being a great, fucking, stupid, fucking fuck-up. You're so lucky you're dead, 'cause I'd kill you if you weren't.
Karin
-
Chad.
Well, I've roped myself a man. Good kid. Named Jusuke. Kind of funny nose, though .
Karin
-
Chad.
Dammit. It's your fault I can't eat tacos without crying now. Good one. D'you know how hard it is to convince people you're crying because of the spiciness of mild salsa? Nigh impossible. Now I look like a dumbass. Thanks for that.
Karin
-
Chad.
You had the most awful shirts ever.
Karin
-
Chad.
Eyes can't go anywhere without legs, damn you. All they can do is sit by and watch and cry. At least I'm getting to be quite the ace at both.
Karin
-
Chad.
I wish I could say I realized I idolized you in your death. I don't. I remember everything. Your awful haircut and your funny lips and too-big feet and your annoying stoic-ness and your wonky god-arm and your positively garish shirts. Every last ounce of you I remember, and none of it is idolized.
Dammit.
Karin
-
Chad.
Jusuke finally proposed. I accepted, of course. Jusuke's a great guy. I'll be happy.
Karin
-
Chad.
You know I never went to your funeral? I don't see the point of standing around in a massively mopey environment and listening to some dumb guy who didn't even know you talk about how this is a great loss and we can take a lesson from this and blah blah blah. All it would do is make me miserable, and I'm already not always a happy sunshine girl. Hope you don't mind. And even if you do, can't do anything about it. Ha.
Wish you could.
Karin
-
Chad.
I'm getting married tomorrow. Yuzu's throwing me a bachelorette party downstairs that she thinks will be a surprise. Dammit. I can only hope there won't be any strippers. There's just something about male strippers that I don't trust.
Wish me luck on my big day tomorrow. Bleh.
Karin
-
Chad.
I love you.
Karin
~Amunet 8D