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[the adventure.]

Jul 06, 2009 20:40

'Verse: Crack Twilightverse. No, really.
Characters: Caim (me.) Ichigo (lekrystal)
Rating/Warnings: Caim is a walking R rating. So sorry.
Content: You know, there are just times when you can only take creepy fursploding and a batshit family so much.

( [a cold drink is all you need! :D ] )

Comments 6

flight_15 July 7 2009, 22:19:49 UTC

Ichigo had been running an errand for a teacher when he heard the sound of breaking glass from the abandoned bathroom. That didn't sound good.

Slip of yellow paper in hand, Ichigo pushed the door open. "Hello? Anybody in there?" he called. He'd get to the more important questions later, like "What the hell was that noise?" and "Is everybody okay?" in a moment.

But then he saw Caim.

"Oh. It's you."

...and his question changed. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Ichigo demanded. Caim was....an interesting case. He didn't really like the other redhead, but they had more in common -- a LOT more in common -- than Ichigo would have believed possible.

That thing in common was a certain blue-haired, rough-talking, my-eyeliner-is-natural-no-really sparkling bastard. Two of them. He didn't know how it had happened. Some weird alternate-universe cosmic thing Ichigo still wasn't sure he believed was the explanation he had been given, and he found that it was best not to think about it too closely. Instead, he was going ( ... )

gotblisters July 7 2009, 22:52:08 UTC

At someone's call, Caim looked up, head swimming a little. Ah, fuck, asshole better not be a teacher. However, the shock of orange=ish hair set in and it finally pinged on who was talking to him. He kicked some more glass, straightening up at the question.

"Getting drunk, what the hell does it look like?" Caim replied, closing the stall door behind him. He looked at Ichigo in half amusement, half irritation. Honestly, it was as if he'd never seen him at the bottle before or something.

...well, he probably hadn't, but Caim couldn't be bothered to remember. Not that it mattered, anyway.

At the change in question, he leaned on the sink, enough to he wouldn't fall. "First, it's not out of order. I put that there this morning. Second," here he grimaced, "it's not like I can, oh, go home and sit down and peacefully drink myself into a stupor anymore. Nope!" He threw his hands up in annoyance and frustration. "I get to have Mr. I-Turn-Into-A-Creepy-Cat waiting for me every day, not to mention that other asshole climbing in through my ( ... )

flight_15 July 8 2009, 02:20:18 UTC

Damn, this kid was a mess. Ichigo winced, feeling a pang of sympathy. He couldn't help but wonder: was that what could have happened to him? Caim had to deal with a very different Grimmjow than Ichigo did, and on top of that, Fyruial -- Renji's werewolf counterpart -- was almost as creepy as the vampire was. Renji was rough around the edges, sure, and he and Ichigo didn't get along great, but at least Renji stayed the hell out of his house. And besides, he could be damn helpful at times, too, considering that Ichigo had none of the supernatural strength and speed that Renji and Mittens the Vampire seemed to possess in spades.

"Stand up to him," Ichigo advised. It was what he did whenever he caught Grimmjow in his house. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to do, especially since more than half the time it seemed like Grimmjow was ready to give up dealing with him and go straight for the jugular. "'Least, it works for me. Most of the time." He was just lucky Grimmjow hadn't threatened his sisters or father yet. But maybe ( ... )

gotblisters July 8 2009, 22:31:38 UTC

Caim let that digest, reaching for another bottle. Couldn't quite help himself, taking the top off with ease. He half snorted, however as he lifted the bottle to his lips. "Most of the time?" A liberal, cold swig, burning it's way down his throat.

"I'd prefer to win all the time, if just to keep me sane if nothing else." Caim regarded Ichigo with jealousy and respect. You had to have cahones of steel or something to stand up to Grimmjaw or at least something to back it up. Caim's balls weren't steel and he was sure that what little he had meant moot against a 6'2" furry bastard.

Now, Ichigo's second remark made him pause and his mouth twist. Fyurial and Grimmjaw were in the same boat and they... weren't. He shrugged a shoulder, coming to stand a few feet away from Ichigo. "Fyurial just has boundary issues sometimes. Sure, it'd be nicer if he had some, but he's not much of a problem as Grimmjaw is. He gets worse when he's around, now that I think about it ( ... )

flight_15 July 16 2009, 02:16:03 UTC

"Better than sitting back and letting him walk all over you," Ichigo griped. He really wasn't sure what to think about the weird Caim-Fyurial-Grimmjow triangle. It struck Ichigo as supremely fucked-up, and he was glad that Renji, at least, wasn't into him. Obliviously glad.

"Man, I wish," Ichigo replied to the second comment, slumping against the doorframe. "It'd have to be on the moon or something. Think they could outrun a spaceship?" His tone was sarcastic, a flight of fancy, a crazy what-if.