[If there is a God, he's a sick, sick bastard]

[flight_15]

Characters: Ichigo, anyone who wants to come find him

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[white_hymn]

Hearing someone within the hanger bay, Yuna decided to wander in and investigate since she needed some time away from journalism. She was little disappointed about the chaos that ensued earlier, more or less worried for the people involved. The brunette barely knew Mr. Wolf other than what Giselle told her about the chef coming down with a flu and all but she certainly felt 'devastated' for the happy-go-lucky gentleman. Yuna isn't sure if Mr. Wolf intended to record such a post in his journal but now it's too late to fathom the 'What ifs' for the damage has been done. Rikku and her tried their best to simmer down all of the hateful comments being slung back and forth but Yuna soon gave up and retired from the massive argument

[flight_15]

"Wha?" issued a voice from below the plane. "Y-you! Ponytail! What're you doing down here?" He wriggled out from beneath it enough for his head and torso to stick out. He made a pretty comical picture, lying there on the ground, looking up at her. He wiped at a spot of grease on his cheek, but only managed to smear it further.

[white_hymn]

Giggling more as she gazed down at him, Yuna fetched a clean white handkerchief out of her short's pocket and knelt down to hand it to Ichigo. "My name is Yuna. Not Ponytail~!" She replied with a bright smile upon her face.

"You didn't get my message earlier, did ya?"

[flight_15]

"Yeah, yeah." He slid all the way out, then stood up and took a second to stretch the kinks from his back and neck. He waved off her offer of a handkerchief, pulling his own rag out of his pocket and wiping his hands (which were rather dirtier than his face) on it. The cloth itself wasn't quite pristine to start with, so he succeeded in little more than spreading the dirt around. Oh, well, there were bigger things to worry about than dirty hands that would just get dirty again. "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about. What message?"

Not really sick, Ichigo just has bad karma. |D

[d_luffymonkey]

Fortunately, Luffy didn't catch any of the chaos that had happened earlier - things might've been a lot more worse if he did, actually. Instead the boy had been simply wandering around the ship once more (no matter how many times he was around the ship he could never be not amazed by its spifiness), pausing for a long snack in the kitchen (the food never seemed to run out somehow) before wandering around again, where he ended up here.

...here being.. well. Luffy certainly couldn't remember exactly where here was. The powder monkey looked about curiously as he saw the plane, approaching closer as he blinked and gazed at the machine in curiosity. Tentatively the boy raised a fist... and knocked on the machine a few times. "Heeeelllllo? Anyone in here?"

It's to make up for him winning so many ridiculous fights.

[flight_15]

From the sounds of it, someone had jumped. "HEY! Don't - don't DO that!" Ichigo had been so wrapped up in his work that he hadn't heard this guy approach. He ducked out from the open panel he'd been working in, and took a good look at the newcomer. "What do you want?" he asked tersely - hitting his head had not put him in the best of moods.

For every action there is an equal an opposite reacti---wait that's the wrong quote here.

[d_luffymonkey]

Luffy's eyes widened a bit in surprise when Ichigo snapped at him from underneath the plane before other things in his mind took over and his face broke into his usual childish grin. "Hee~ nothing really~" the powder monkey replied in that happy-go-lucky tone he usually spoke with. "I just was wondering if anyone was living in this thing~"

The rubber boy then bent down to peer at Ichigo closely face to face. "And I've never seen you around! Are you new on this ship?" he asked with genuine curiosity, one possibly close to that of a five-year-old - but well, this was Luffy after all. It wasn't that surprising once one got used to it.

[flight_15]

Who was this kid? He looked about eighteen, but acted closer to twelve. "Name's Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. I hopped on at Shashta." He wasn't even thinking about the fuss his father had made - the calm, methodical work on Zangetsu had put it nearly completely out of his mind, so he wasn't worried about his name being recognized. He didn't exactly welcome the interruption, but whatever. Might as well take a break.