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bunnymaccoolHello, everyone!! ^_^ I was a busy little bunny at work last night! I wrote a couple drabbles, and tried my hand at drawing Edward Elric! Ed came out *cough*naked*cough* well, and I'll post him on my deviantART account just as soon as I get him scanned at kisah's (you know you love me) and get him colored. But today ... I bring drabbles!!! WHOOHOO!!! First there's this ...
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“Hey, Quimby.”
“It’s Quincy.”
“Whatever, what’s the deal with all the sewing?”
“I’m good at it.”
“So?”
“So what? I’m GOOD at it.”
“Who cares? I’m good at slashing things to bits, but I don’t go around doing it all the time..”
“Yes you do.”
“Shut up. That’s not the point.”
“Then what IS the point?”
“Sewing.”
“It’s a trade. It’s good to know a trade.”
“A trade? What did you trade for it?”
“That’s not what it-“
“I bet I know!!”
“…”
“…”
“God help me, I have to ask.”
“Your fashion sense!”
“… that’s not funny.”
“It’s hysterical!! What was with the cape anyway?”
“Capes are functional.”
“No they’re not.”
“They’re cool, then.”
“Wrong again.”
“…”
“…”
“Look … why are you HERE!?”
“…”
“Ichigo. Ichigo? … ICHIGO!?”
“Hmm? What?”
“Why is he here?”
“No idea.”
“Well can’t you make him go away?”
“Nope.”
“Then why the hell did you bring him here to see me?”
“So he can bug you for a while and leave me alone.”
“…”
“…”
“ … I hate you.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
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And then...
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With a sudden, great heaving cough in his chest Abarai Renji found himself opening his eyes to a world of pain. Something was flooding his mouth, and from the thick syrupy texture and tangy iron taste of it … he would rather not know.
What the hell happened? For the life of him he couldn’t remember. He had a vague image of a head full of bright red hair.
“Kuro-Kurosaki?”
The blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth and dribbled down to pool around his ears as he spoke. He couldn’t even force his body to move. Weakness and complete numbness were warring with excruciating pain on which body part belonged to whom. And so he just stared at the bright cerulean sky above him and awaited rescue or death, whichever came first.
“Worthless … Ichigo, kisama … where the hell-“
A violent cough caught him off guard and he felt his own warm blood spatter on his face.
“Well … shit.”
There was a sudden sound of rushed footsteps coming quickly towards him, and then a meek looking face filled his vision.
“Abarai-san?”
Renji blinked at the boy. Where had he seen him before?
“Ichigo-san sent me to help you.”
Oh. Right. The little guy that followed Kurosaki around. 4th division. Yama-something or other.
“Ki-kisama … where is he?”
The boy turned to glance back the way he had come with a troubled look marring his features.
“Ano … Ichigo-san is still fighting.”
Then the smaller man’s attention was back and Renji could feel gloved hands working on his wounds.
“H-hey, gaki … how’s he doing?”
The other shinigami’s eyes widened a fraction at the concern Renji hadn’t been able to disguise in his voice.
“H-he’s doing well.”
Well that was good to know. Damn shame he couldn’t remember how the hell he’d gotten injured.
“A-ano… Abarai-san?”
Renji met the younger man’s eyes, but did not speak. He really couldn’t be bothered to spit out the mouthful of blood he’d gathered again.
“Th-Thank you, Abarai-san! You … you saved Ichigo-san’s life by blocking that hit.”
Oh. Oh yeah. He had done that, hadn’t he? Damn, Rukia, the things I do for you. He’ll never let me live this one down, will he? With that, his face split into a bloody, wolfish grin and Abarai Renji burst into hysterical laughter, causing the timid boy above him to start in fright. He cackled and guffawed until the blood in his mouth was once again all over his face, then promptly passed out.
Yamada Hanatarou gaped at him for a full minute before deciding that it must be a requirement for all Captains and Lieutenants to be stark raving mad. Then he got back to work.
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Which would be my personal favorite so far. I wonder why? *cackle* Meesa a sick Bunny!!! Herm... shame none of them have titles so far... but I just couldn't be buggered. XD XD
(^_^)V,,
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“Hey, Quimby.”
“It’s Quincy.”
“Whatever, what’s the deal with all the sewing?”
“I’m good at it.”
“So?”
“So what? I’m GOOD at it.”
“Who cares? I’m good at slashing things to bits, but I don’t go around doing it all the time..”
“Yes you do.”
“Shut up. That’s not the point.”
“Then what IS the point?”
“Sewing.”
“It’s a trade. It’s good to know a trade.”
“A trade? What did you trade for it?”
“That’s not what it-“
“I bet I know!!”
“…”
“…”
“God help me, I have to ask.”
“Your fashion sense!”
“… that’s not funny.”
“It’s hysterical!! What was with the cape anyway?”
“Capes are functional.”
“No they’re not.”
“They’re cool, then.”
“Wrong again.”
“…”
“…”
“Look … why are you HERE!?”
“…”
“Ichigo. Ichigo? … ICHIGO!?”
“Hmm? What?”
“Why is he here?”
“No idea.”
“Well can’t you make him go away?”
“Nope.”
“Then why the hell did you bring him here to see me?”
“So he can bug you for a while and leave me alone.”
“…”
“…”
“ … I hate you.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
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And then...
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With a sudden, great heaving cough in his chest Abarai Renji found himself opening his eyes to a world of pain. Something was flooding his mouth, and from the thick syrupy texture and tangy iron taste of it … he would rather not know.
What the hell happened? For the life of him he couldn’t remember. He had a vague image of a head full of bright red hair.
“Kuro-Kurosaki?”
The blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth and dribbled down to pool around his ears as he spoke. He couldn’t even force his body to move. Weakness and complete numbness were warring with excruciating pain on which body part belonged to whom. And so he just stared at the bright cerulean sky above him and awaited rescue or death, whichever came first.
“Worthless … Ichigo, kisama … where the hell-“
A violent cough caught him off guard and he felt his own warm blood spatter on his face.
“Well … shit.”
There was a sudden sound of rushed footsteps coming quickly towards him, and then a meek looking face filled his vision.
“Abarai-san?”
Renji blinked at the boy. Where had he seen him before?
“Ichigo-san sent me to help you.”
Oh. Right. The little guy that followed Kurosaki around. 4th division. Yama-something or other.
“Ki-kisama … where is he?”
The boy turned to glance back the way he had come with a troubled look marring his features.
“Ano … Ichigo-san is still fighting.”
Then the smaller man’s attention was back and Renji could feel gloved hands working on his wounds.
“H-hey, gaki … how’s he doing?”
The other shinigami’s eyes widened a fraction at the concern Renji hadn’t been able to disguise in his voice.
“H-he’s doing well.”
Well that was good to know. Damn shame he couldn’t remember how the hell he’d gotten injured.
“A-ano… Abarai-san?”
Renji met the younger man’s eyes, but did not speak. He really couldn’t be bothered to spit out the mouthful of blood he’d gathered again.
“Th-Thank you, Abarai-san! You … you saved Ichigo-san’s life by blocking that hit.”
Oh. Oh yeah. He had done that, hadn’t he? Damn, Rukia, the things I do for you. He’ll never let me live this one down, will he? With that, his face split into a bloody, wolfish grin and Abarai Renji burst into hysterical laughter, causing the timid boy above him to start in fright. He cackled and guffawed until the blood in his mouth was once again all over his face, then promptly passed out.
Yamada Hanatarou gaped at him for a full minute before deciding that it must be a requirement for all Captains and Lieutenants to be stark raving mad. Then he got back to work.
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Which would be my personal favorite so far. I wonder why? *cackle* Meesa a sick Bunny!!! Herm... shame none of them have titles so far... but I just couldn't be buggered. XD XD
(^_^)V,,
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on 2005-08-16 03:33 am (UTC)... this was eighty times better than the first drabble because... well, because... ISHIDA, THE LOVE. XD XD XD
I loved the "trade" joke. And the pauses. And Ishida's crankiness. And Renji. And Ichigo in the end, BWAHAHAHAAA. And the cape.
*sparkles* It is love. Renji annoying is love!
And for the second one... *cackles* Psyhotic captains and lieutenants! Am very amused, and much in love with the Hanatarou.
♥