Little Busters

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Who: Haruko and Ichigo.  If ya' wanna butt in then do et.
Where: South of the city, on the small island
When: After she finishes with Orihime and Sheena
What:  Seeing her 'space ship'
Rating: PG or more.

Haruko was once again on her vespa, the yellow moped-looking there humming lightly as she leaned on the handle-bars lazily.  That mall tour, in the end

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[gogoichigoyo]

Ichigo had no idea why the hell he had agreed to this. She was crude, made no sense half the time, screw that, all the time, and would probably try and kill him or something. Like Viral, but without the teeth and cleaver. Maybe she was from his world. That’d make more sense. In some strange cosmic way. If at all.

He followed the directions to the ‘T, and stopped when his comm. device beeped to tell him he arrived. He turned it off and looked around. When he spotted Haruko, he just blinked and stared for a bit.

Yeah, running didn’t seem to be an option at this point.

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"Hey dere Pink Young CEO!" Haruko called, waving one hand and saying "Yo" in what was likely one of the most lazy ways in history. Seeing him in person made him look even more gay. For reals. This kid clearly sucked more dick than Tom Cruise, which was saying something.

Haruko snickered then, strapping her goggles cleanly on to her face even as she kicked Miu off the vespa and flared the engine slightly. The guitar on her back was vibrating a bit already, and came to a dull roar as she pulled the rip cord. She then took it off her back, spinning it in her hands to hold it like an axe. His forehead was nice. And his head would work. If he wasn't so gay. But it still might work.

Maybe.
Maybe she was listening to to much Metallica though.

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Watching her warily, Ichigo had no idea what she was planning. His hand moved towards the hilt of Zangetsu, but he hesitated. Should he prepare to defend himself? The guitar didn’t look like much of a weapon, but it would probably hurt like hell. He’d take the hit. Then he’d think about whether his sword was necessary.

“Alright. I’m here. What the hell now?”

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"LUUUUUUNNNNCCCHHHH TIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!!!" Haruko roared as her vespa surged forward, giving perhaps the lamest and coolest battle cry in history. Yes, it was cool because it was idiotic. It takes and idiot to do cool things, that's why it's cool.

Her guitar dragged along the ground as she raced towards the other, sparking flying as fiberglass met stone. Amazingly the thing wasn't damaged. It was amazing in a way, but then Haruko was an alien and aliens were used to these things. People weren't. Usually. Except Takkun. Maybe the dork. Probably the dork.

Smirking, she willed her guitar to activate N.O. channels in the head of the Strawberry as she slammed the fiberglass into his skull ad she passed, bamming him right in the forehead. Then, screeching to a halt, she spun around, throwing off her goggles to reveal her wild yellow eyes.

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Ichigo really hadn’t expected that. The Vespa surged forward, but his feet felt locked to the ground. He watched the guitar drag, amazed at how the speed and the ground didn’t tear it apart. Then he swallowed hard, finally having figured out what she planned on doing.

The hit came, and went. There was pain at first in his forehead, then the rest of him as he slammed down into the ground. He blinked, blinked again, then closed his eyes rather painfully.

“W-What the hell…?”

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Haruko came over to Ichigo. There was nothing wrong with him. Yet. She should spazz soon. Maybe. Maybe she'd need to steal his lunch money, 'cus it was after all, lunch time. Might work. Might not. Haruko really wasn't sure what would work and what wouldn't with a gay guy.

She bonked the kid lightly on the forehead with her gloved hands before sizing up the bump which the guitar had made. "Oh yeah... that's a nice one... It's not hard though..."
Indeed it was faccid. Which was annoying. Lots of a annoying.

She put on a pout and placed a finger over her lips then, speaking lightly and with a lot of sauceyness. She wibbled to. It was all in the wibble. "You don't want me?"

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He gritted his teeth as she touched the bump. Ichigo then put his own hand on it and groaned, knowing he’d have a major headache later. Ice wouldn’t do the trick. Maybe a bottle of aspirin and the sake Matsumoto had given him would make it disappear for a while. Or kill him. Either was preferable to the damn pain he felt right now. He’d been right to want to draw his sword at the beginning.

Opening an eye, he glanced up at her. “Sorry, Haru-chan, but I don’t go for crazy chicks. Especially ones that try and kill me with a guitar for no damn reason! I’d have a better time with Matsu-chan the drunk!”

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"But you still didn't see the space ship~" Haruko grinned wickedly, smacking Ichigo in the back of the head. That should knock something out. Or start to. Probably. It was hard to tell with gays. Naota hadn't be gay. Girls couldn't be gay. All girls were bi. Totally. Made Haruko wonder why males always worked better, but she thought it was probably that their heads were generally more empty.

Oh well, if this failed she could go steal Tom Cruise.

"Com'on Pink Supervisor, get biiig for me~" she snickered, poking at his forehead. Maybe it would be big. Not as big as Takkun, but probably bigger than the eyebrow man. Probably. The N.O. channels were mroe active, even if she laced her bracelet she could tell. It wasn't Atomsk though. Oh well.

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“So I was demoted?” he grumbled, not caring that she was adding to his pain with the whacks to the back of his head. Ichigo just sat there with a pissed off frown, ignoring most of what she said. That’s what you had to do with crazy girls. He tilted his head slightly. Was Orihime crazy for hanging out with her? He shook it then. She was probably lonely and latched onto Haruko because of that.

“I got a question! How the hell did you convince Inoue to drink? She’s usually a goody two shoes and all.”

He felt his bump again; sighing after noting that it was a bit bigger now. Yeah, she had hit him hard.

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"Yeah, for not being agreeable!" Haruko mused, draping her arms lazily over the boy's shoulders. It was warm on him. Likely warm enough to make that cocky a flame-stick. Some guy's ass must really burn. A lot.

"It was water~" Haruko lied. She had let Orihime think it was, which was good enough. She'd be cute drunk. Unlike this guy. He might be called hot, but he wasn't cute. Which sucked. A lot. Oh well, it could be a lot worse. Probably.

The N.O. in his head was reacting alright, which amused Haruko a lot. This kid might just be her new puppet. Would she go after Atomsk again? Probably not, but it was a big maybe. Who knew?

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Ichigo grumbled, letting her drape herself over him. Not like he could stop her. He blushed, thinking about how girls seemed to do that a lot to him. Seriously wondering if he had some kind of sign tapped to his back reading ‘Hi! I’m huggable!’ was starting to grate at his nerves a bit. “How the hell can I be agreeable when you smacked e with a damn guitar?!”

“… Well, she always did have an overactive imagination. Maybe she just thinks she’s drunk.” he sighed, feeling a bit relieved. One less drunk he’d have to worry about. “What is it with people getting drunk all over the damn place anyways?”

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"Because I'm cute, obviously~" Haruko said, breathing lightly into his ear. She wanted to try that thing that Ko-gal always did. It looked fun. Maybe. She reached out to Ichigo's eat and bit down lightly on the ear-lobe. Oh yes, it was fun. Haruko could see why Sanajima liked to do this to Takkun. Takkun's ear-lobes would be better than this gay guy's. Probably.

"Because it's fun~" Haruko grinned and said lightly as she released her mouth from Ichigo's face. It was an odd moment in which the alien rested her head on his shoulder.

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Ichigo gave her a weird look after she was done with his ear. “Is there a reason you keep messing with me like this?” he asked with a matter-of-fact kind of tone. He was at the point of just wanting to shove her off of him like he did Matsumoto, but she wasn’t drunk and would probably hit him with the guitar again. So he sat there, waiting for her to get off on her own. “Or are you trying to piss me off even more than you already have?”

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"Because you're fun, obviously." Haruko said in a slight and serious tone which bordered on sultry. It was one of her talents - shifting moods like this. Something special to her. Which made her awesome. Seriously. This guy was all gay and shit, and didn't like her on his back, whattafaggit. Seriously.

She rubbed his forehead then, feeling the bump. It was getting to the point that pulling it out might be an idea. Seriously. "So~ Still wanna see it?"

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Huffing slightly, Ichigo shifted. “A lot of people seem to say that… What the hell makes me so fun? Is it my hair color or something?” he asked with a bored drawl. There she went, touching the bump again. It didn’t hurt, just throbbed like hell, giving him a headache.

He shrugged. “It’s what I came here for, so why the hell not. What is it, invisible or something?”

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"Nope~~" Haruko said, her grin spreading across her face to such an extent it appeared that a demon was born inside her. Then she reached -inside- his forehead. It felt weird. And gay. Like a butthole. Seriously. She pulled at nothing until she found something solid. Smirking, Haruko burst into an insane laugh as she tugged.

"Oh yeah, that's my lunch box!" she roared as she tugged once more, pulling a huge flying saucer out of Ichigo's head, her yellow eyes sparkling. Now standing, she slammed the thing down to be amused. A lot. This guy was BIG for a gay guy, meaning his love must like him. A lot.

Take that Tom Cruise.