Valentine's Day Mayhem: Black Cherry Flavor
In which it is Valentine's Day, and Black Cherry is feeling particularly homicidal.
Rating: T
I do not like the Western holiday of Valentine’s. Not only does it have its roots in a religion I do not practice, it is also overly commercialized, overly publicized, and all together undignified. A man nearing graduation from university should not be receiving gifts from girls still in middle and high school.
Although Rukia is fond of the vast amount of unwanted chocolate I invariably bring home with me. It isn’t quite polite to refuse a gift willingly given, even if you do not want it. It is rude, and unbecoming of one born to higher standards.
And Urahara-san has finally compounded this travesty. We are to wear special uniforms today. As if I hadn’t hated this holiday enough. We are being made to wear varying shades of pink.
I hate pink. That is all I have to say on the matter
Although the girls we serve seem to be of a differing opinion. I have been hearing increasing giggling, from practically everywhere.
This is undignified. Had I known what was in store for me today, I would have stayed home and done the unthinkable. Called in sick. And then Rukia would visit, fearing the apocalypse nigh, I suppose.
I know that I am being short almost to the point of rudeness to my overly… energetic customers, but I cannot bring myself to care. At this point it seems moot. I do not like this holiday, and I will not pretend for the sake of anyone else that I do.
Although I cannot help but believe that Hisana would find this all ridiculously charming. I only ever ate the chocolates that she gave to me. I suppose it was partly our courtship, her giving me her best attempts at homemade chocolate - not bad, but definitely not the best in the universe - and when White Day rolled around, I would give her something beautiful in white that had reminded me of her.
Hold that thought.
If Urahara-san is doing something for Valentine’s, is he also doing something for White Day? The thought is almost too horrifying to contemplate, but I wouldn’t put it past the man.
“Kuchiki. Are you quite well?” I looked to my left, to see the puzzled, mildly concerned, bespectacled frown of Ishida.
“Yes. I was merely… entertaining some disturbing thoughts.” I replied, keeping my outward composure. He nodded, and passed me a tray.
“For table five - watch out, though. I saw a package for you there.” He told me. I nodded acceptance of the warning and returned to my job.
More candy for Rukia, I suppose. She’ll be happy, even if I won’t.
Rating: T
I do not like the Western holiday of Valentine’s. Not only does it have its roots in a religion I do not practice, it is also overly commercialized, overly publicized, and all together undignified. A man nearing graduation from university should not be receiving gifts from girls still in middle and high school.
Although Rukia is fond of the vast amount of unwanted chocolate I invariably bring home with me. It isn’t quite polite to refuse a gift willingly given, even if you do not want it. It is rude, and unbecoming of one born to higher standards.
And Urahara-san has finally compounded this travesty. We are to wear special uniforms today. As if I hadn’t hated this holiday enough. We are being made to wear varying shades of pink.
I hate pink. That is all I have to say on the matter
Although the girls we serve seem to be of a differing opinion. I have been hearing increasing giggling, from practically everywhere.
This is undignified. Had I known what was in store for me today, I would have stayed home and done the unthinkable. Called in sick. And then Rukia would visit, fearing the apocalypse nigh, I suppose.
I know that I am being short almost to the point of rudeness to my overly… energetic customers, but I cannot bring myself to care. At this point it seems moot. I do not like this holiday, and I will not pretend for the sake of anyone else that I do.
Although I cannot help but believe that Hisana would find this all ridiculously charming. I only ever ate the chocolates that she gave to me. I suppose it was partly our courtship, her giving me her best attempts at homemade chocolate - not bad, but definitely not the best in the universe - and when White Day rolled around, I would give her something beautiful in white that had reminded me of her.
Hold that thought.
If Urahara-san is doing something for Valentine’s, is he also doing something for White Day? The thought is almost too horrifying to contemplate, but I wouldn’t put it past the man.
“Kuchiki. Are you quite well?” I looked to my left, to see the puzzled, mildly concerned, bespectacled frown of Ishida.
“Yes. I was merely… entertaining some disturbing thoughts.” I replied, keeping my outward composure. He nodded, and passed me a tray.
“For table five - watch out, though. I saw a package for you there.” He told me. I nodded acceptance of the warning and returned to my job.
More candy for Rukia, I suppose. She’ll be happy, even if I won’t.