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[drabble][Bleach, Karakura Shinigami, PG-13] Mission Log: Day 1
.....I had to come up with a group name for them^^;;
Title: Mission Log: Day 1
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for, the usual, swearing
Word Count: 654
Characters: Karakura Shinigami
Summary: Spoilers for chapter 195. One day down. A whole lot more to go.
“Dear LORD!” Students were hurrying away from the group as if they were the thugs (some) of them looked to be. “That was soooooo dull!” Renji was practically dragging himself out of the school. “This place is worse than the academy!”
“And the teacher just talked on, and on…”
“And their outfits were more hideous than these uniforms.”
“And all these boys stare worse than the 11th division.”
The two representing 11th division members gave Rangiku a LOOK. “Well, they DO!” She retorted defensively.
The only one not really partaking much in the complaining was Hitsugaya as he was nose deep in one of the many textbooks given out to the ‘new students’. “English? What in the world is ‘English’?”
“Do you really have to go through this stuff everyday?”
“Yeah! And that physical education class? What a load of crap!”
“Geez, Rukia. How did you survive a MONTH of this?”
“Lots of naps and Hollow attacks helped, I’ll say that much.”
Ichigo, of course, had to put in, “If you guys are gonna complain more than she did, I can’t wait to see your scores at the end of the quarter.”
“Fuck that!” Renji snorted back. “We’d better be outta here before too long. Right, Captain?”
“This stuff is completely unintelligible! The most widely used language? They’ve got to be lying.”
“By the way.” Ichigo suddenly said. “Where are you guys gonna stay? There’s no way you can stay at my place.”
Rukia rolled her eyes. “Yes. Because the six of us can fit in your closet. Please.”
“Asides from that, we still have to get casual wear.”
Yumichika sighed happily. “Thank you! I’d die if I had to wear this for too much longer! Even with all the modifications I made-“
“You still look like a fruit.” Ikkaku supplied and got a glare for his help.
“I can show you a couple places. Good clothes for a decent price.” Ichigo shot Rukia a look. “Then maybe Yuzu’s clothes will stop going missing.”
“With all the clothes she has, she wouldn’t miss a dress a day.”
“Yeah, try having to explain to your little sister why she found her dress in MY closet. I had my old man breathing down my neck like I was some kinda pervert.”
“We’re not askin’ about your little fetishes here, sick freak.”
“Look baldy! I don’t HAVE to help you here!”
“Come on.” Renji stepped between the two. “The faster we get some regular gear, the faster we can go out and do stuff.”
Ichigo blinked. “Do stuff?”
“Yeah, after all,” he flashed his ‘gonna-make-trouble-for-someone’ grin, “it’s our first day here. You know what that means.”
“Night on the fuckin’ town, baby!”
Ichigo gave Renji and Ikkaku a thin lipped smile. “Except, you know, you CAN’T.”
They looked at him suspiciously. “Says who?”
“Says the law. You two are high schoolers, now. You’re not old enough to drink.” Grin broadening at their dumbstruck look he continued, “And I’m certain Hitsugaya-taichou over there doesn’t want to risk blowing cover so you two can get wasted.”
As one, the group turned to their leader.
“ ‘E-ku-su-pu-re-su’? ‘Ha-pi’? ‘Ai a-mu u-e-ru’? What IS this nonsense?”
Rangiku, hating having to be the bearer of bad news when it came to having a good time, sighed heavily. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. We should lay low and stick to the law, here.”
There was a short conference, growling words and, finally, the two waved at the group. “Bye, we’re goin’ home. Tell us how it went down, okay?”
“Renji, idiot!” Rukia chased after them. “Stop being a baby and get back here!”
“Captain’s going to kill you if you go back, Ikkaku!”
“It won’t be so bad, come on!”
“Bunch of babies…”
Hitsugaya snapped the textbook shut. “This missions is going to be more trouble than I thought.” He looked around suddenly. “Huh? Where’d everyone go? HEY! GET BACK HERE!”
Title: Mission Log: Day 1
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for, the usual, swearing
Word Count: 654
Characters: Karakura Shinigami
Summary: Spoilers for chapter 195. One day down. A whole lot more to go.
“Dear LORD!” Students were hurrying away from the group as if they were the thugs (some) of them looked to be. “That was soooooo dull!” Renji was practically dragging himself out of the school. “This place is worse than the academy!”
“And the teacher just talked on, and on…”
“And their outfits were more hideous than these uniforms.”
“And all these boys stare worse than the 11th division.”
The two representing 11th division members gave Rangiku a LOOK. “Well, they DO!” She retorted defensively.
The only one not really partaking much in the complaining was Hitsugaya as he was nose deep in one of the many textbooks given out to the ‘new students’. “English? What in the world is ‘English’?”
“Do you really have to go through this stuff everyday?”
“Yeah! And that physical education class? What a load of crap!”
“Geez, Rukia. How did you survive a MONTH of this?”
“Lots of naps and Hollow attacks helped, I’ll say that much.”
Ichigo, of course, had to put in, “If you guys are gonna complain more than she did, I can’t wait to see your scores at the end of the quarter.”
“Fuck that!” Renji snorted back. “We’d better be outta here before too long. Right, Captain?”
“This stuff is completely unintelligible! The most widely used language? They’ve got to be lying.”
“By the way.” Ichigo suddenly said. “Where are you guys gonna stay? There’s no way you can stay at my place.”
Rukia rolled her eyes. “Yes. Because the six of us can fit in your closet. Please.”
“Asides from that, we still have to get casual wear.”
Yumichika sighed happily. “Thank you! I’d die if I had to wear this for too much longer! Even with all the modifications I made-“
“You still look like a fruit.” Ikkaku supplied and got a glare for his help.
“I can show you a couple places. Good clothes for a decent price.” Ichigo shot Rukia a look. “Then maybe Yuzu’s clothes will stop going missing.”
“With all the clothes she has, she wouldn’t miss a dress a day.”
“Yeah, try having to explain to your little sister why she found her dress in MY closet. I had my old man breathing down my neck like I was some kinda pervert.”
“We’re not askin’ about your little fetishes here, sick freak.”
“Look baldy! I don’t HAVE to help you here!”
“Come on.” Renji stepped between the two. “The faster we get some regular gear, the faster we can go out and do stuff.”
Ichigo blinked. “Do stuff?”
“Yeah, after all,” he flashed his ‘gonna-make-trouble-for-someone’ grin, “it’s our first day here. You know what that means.”
“Night on the fuckin’ town, baby!”
Ichigo gave Renji and Ikkaku a thin lipped smile. “Except, you know, you CAN’T.”
They looked at him suspiciously. “Says who?”
“Says the law. You two are high schoolers, now. You’re not old enough to drink.” Grin broadening at their dumbstruck look he continued, “And I’m certain Hitsugaya-taichou over there doesn’t want to risk blowing cover so you two can get wasted.”
As one, the group turned to their leader.
“ ‘E-ku-su-pu-re-su’? ‘Ha-pi’? ‘Ai a-mu u-e-ru’? What IS this nonsense?”
Rangiku, hating having to be the bearer of bad news when it came to having a good time, sighed heavily. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. We should lay low and stick to the law, here.”
There was a short conference, growling words and, finally, the two waved at the group. “Bye, we’re goin’ home. Tell us how it went down, okay?”
“Renji, idiot!” Rukia chased after them. “Stop being a baby and get back here!”
“Captain’s going to kill you if you go back, Ikkaku!”
“It won’t be so bad, come on!”
“Bunch of babies…”
Hitsugaya snapped the textbook shut. “This missions is going to be more trouble than I thought.” He looked around suddenly. “Huh? Where’d everyone go? HEY! GET BACK HERE!”