[Compile] Matsuda, Ishida, Renji
It wasn't that Matsuda particularly hated being sent on errands. Not at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being sent on errands meant he could goof around, take a well-earned (he thought) break. Let his eyes rest from the continuous staring at the computer screen. Not to mention that when he was sent on errands, he could get food. During weekdays, everyone was at work, meaning Matsuda could go into his favorite store and buy some cinnamon pretzel sticks without having too wait too long. And cinnamon pretzel sticks were so better than work.
Whenever Matsuda was sent on an errand - usually picking up lunch for everyone, he usually felt as though he would miss out on something. What was it... Murphy's Law, or whatever. When he was at work, nothing would happen. When he was gone, something big would happen. And if something big was happening, Matsuda wanted to be there to witness it. Suppose Kira got one of them? It would be awful if Matsuda was sitting on some park bench as one of his friends writhed on the ground, take a dramatic breath, and die. He would want to be there, as awful as that sounded.
But, being who he was, as soon as he stepped outside the hotel they were currently working at he would forget all about that and take his time getting the food. Such was the case today. Heading back from his pretzel store, Matsuda looked up at a clock and cringed when he saw he had been gone for nearly half hour. He'd get yelled at about that, for sure. Shifting the bags he was carrying, he walked over to the corner and stopped when he heard singing. Not particularly bad singing, but... it wasn't the most pleasant. Turning in the general direction the music was coming from, Matsuda spotted a man with bright red hair playing a guitar, a jar by him with some money in it. Feeling his heart clench, Matsuda walked over. He hated seeing homeless people.
"Any luck?" he asked, attempting to start a conversation as he dug in his pockets for some money.
Gah! He was surrounded by shinigami! Why was he surrounded by the damn creatures?
Oh, right, the war. And the fact that he had one living with him.
A fact Ishida sometimes lamented, sometimes didn't mind either way. She hadn't continued her breast conversation with Inoue into the walls of his home. and there were still a few weeks until his next month's rent was due (he paid ahead when he could) so he could see if she'd make due on her offer to split the rent.
But this morning. This morning he lamented the fact that he had a roommate because it made sleeping some nights damn near impossible. Last night being one of those nights, which made him lack on sleep, which made him sleep late when he finally did get to sleep, which made him oversleep, which made him here. hurrying down the sidewalk, late for school, bag in hand.
And completely stopped, wide eyed, and staring at the caterwauling and cacophonous shinigami. He couldn't even call it SINGING. If only he'd gotten a good night's sleep last night, he wouldn't be here. He'd be in a nice quiet classroom. Not here, resisting the urge to slap his hands over his ears.
Wait-wait-wait was someone handing him MONEY? Dear gods, he hoped it was to bribe him to never sing another song! He hoped it was money to buy the guitar from him and destroy it.
...there was an idea.
"Abarai-kun! In no world is that considered good singing. I must implore you to stop. Now."
Yes money! He smiled gently at the man who'd given him a bill and stopped playing for now. "Some, man. I get more people telling me to shut up though. It's the guitar though. I'm not really sure how to tune it." Renji shrugged and looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. His smile then turned into a scowl at the boy's words sunk into his head. "Oi. You skinny pansy. I can sing! It's the guitar's fault. It sucks."
Then, as he took in the Quincy's attire, it suddenly struck him, what he was supposed to be doing. "Oi. What time does school start. I'm supposed to be joining class 1-C today and I don't got a uniform yet."
Now that the redhead had stopped singing and plucking at the strings of the guitar, Ishida eyed it and tried to beat down the urge to yank it away from the shinigami. Going a cappella definitely wouldn't make his singing any *better*, but it wouldn't make it worse either. And anything that could keep it from being worse by any degree would be something to strive for.
One could swear that a bit of light shone off of Ishida's glasses as he adjusted them, evil plots (not evil, saving the world and sidewalk here from Abarai's singing, honorable and noble) continuing in silence. "School started about an hour ago... Wait. What? You're joining our class? ... you don't already have a uniform? Haven't you been her about a week? I know Rangiku-san has been." He sighed softly. Shinigami. So ill prepared.
Blinking, Matsuda suddenly felt very old, and like he shouldn't even be a part of this conversation. Although he was surprised the redhead was in school - he seemed older than a high schooler. It was probably because he was out bumming on the streets. Speaking of...
"Eh? You're in high school? You shouldn't be out on the streets then! What about your parents?" Matsuda exclaimed, already concerned about the redhead. Homeless people were one thing, but homeless teenagers? It was awful seeing that. It evoked the same feeling that Matsuda got when he saw an old man eating by himself. Pity, yes, but something else too. Something that Matsuda couldn't think of. He was a cop, not a literature major, after all.
Turning to the black-haired teenager, he blinked at him as well. "Shouldn't you be in school then? N-not that I'm accusing you of skipping or anything! I-I just mean..." It had been a while since Matsuda had been in high school. Not that long ago that he couldn't remember, say, his teacher's names and faces, but enough so that new rules and policies had been made. A high school had to adapt to the changing world, Matsuda supposed.
A brow looked at the teenager strangely and with brotherly concern. "What do you know about Rangiku? Especially about whether or not she has a uniform." Bah. Whatever. It was usless to get worried over her. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. In fact if she for some reason fixated herself on the Quincy then he should be feeling pity for the kid in front of him.
Standing, he left picked up his meager income and added it to the bit he already acquired. He had little more than a thousand yen. Renji looked first at the old man then to kid. "If I had a uniform, I'd be at school right now, old man. But I don't have a uniform, cuz I ain't got no money, Ishida. I ain't got no money cuz I left it all at my "old place" with Taichou. I can't go back there and get it so I've been trying to earn it here."
Skipping? SKIPPING? Truancy? Ishida was involved in no such thing! The boy held back a dramatic gasp at the dark haired man's question.
Hey this man looked a bit familiar, actually. Hrm. His reiatsu wasn't anything to be impressed at, so Ishida would wonder on it further later. Karakura wasn't a large town, it was very possible he passed him on his way to school or Sunflower Seams. It was very probable.
Still, he'd asked him a question. A valid question. why wasn't he in school right now? Ishida adjusted his glasses and stated simply. "I overslept. I assure you I'm not skipping. I was on my way there now. And then I was held up by Abarai-kun's caterwauling and now his lack of school uniform."
He tossed a glance over to Renji. Him being a student at Karakura made sense... Rangiku was one as well. And with Sado, Inoue, and Kurosaki at that school, it really made sense. Before he'd left, Aizen had expressed some sort of interest in Kurosaki. Vague as it was, it had been there. No uniform was a problem. Ishida should just scoff and turn away and leave the shinigami to his own troubles but... Hrm.
Well one of his own uniforms definitely wouldn't fit the redhead. However.
"How much money have you gathered? And Rangiku-san lives with me."
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Whenever Matsuda was sent on an errand - usually picking up lunch for everyone, he usually felt as though he would miss out on something. What was it... Murphy's Law, or whatever. When he was at work, nothing would happen. When he was gone, something big would happen. And if something big was happening, Matsuda wanted to be there to witness it. Suppose Kira got one of them? It would be awful if Matsuda was sitting on some park bench as one of his friends writhed on the ground, take a dramatic breath, and die. He would want to be there, as awful as that sounded.
But, being who he was, as soon as he stepped outside the hotel they were currently working at he would forget all about that and take his time getting the food. Such was the case today. Heading back from his pretzel store, Matsuda looked up at a clock and cringed when he saw he had been gone for nearly half hour. He'd get yelled at about that, for sure. Shifting the bags he was carrying, he walked over to the corner and stopped when he heard singing. Not particularly bad singing, but... it wasn't the most pleasant. Turning in the general direction the music was coming from, Matsuda spotted a man with bright red hair playing a guitar, a jar by him with some money in it. Feeling his heart clench, Matsuda walked over. He hated seeing homeless people.
"Any luck?" he asked, attempting to start a conversation as he dug in his pockets for some money.
Gah! He was surrounded by shinigami! Why was he surrounded by the damn creatures?
Oh, right, the war. And the fact that he had one living with him.
A fact Ishida sometimes lamented, sometimes didn't mind either way. She hadn't continued her breast conversation with Inoue into the walls of his home. and there were still a few weeks until his next month's rent was due (he paid ahead when he could) so he could see if she'd make due on her offer to split the rent.
But this morning. This morning he lamented the fact that he had a roommate because it made sleeping some nights damn near impossible. Last night being one of those nights, which made him lack on sleep, which made him sleep late when he finally did get to sleep, which made him oversleep, which made him here. hurrying down the sidewalk, late for school, bag in hand.
And completely stopped, wide eyed, and staring at the caterwauling and cacophonous shinigami. He couldn't even call it SINGING. If only he'd gotten a good night's sleep last night, he wouldn't be here. He'd be in a nice quiet classroom. Not here, resisting the urge to slap his hands over his ears.
Wait-wait-wait was someone handing him MONEY? Dear gods, he hoped it was to bribe him to never sing another song! He hoped it was money to buy the guitar from him and destroy it.
...there was an idea.
"Abarai-kun! In no world is that considered good singing. I must implore you to stop. Now."
Yes money! He smiled gently at the man who'd given him a bill and stopped playing for now. "Some, man. I get more people telling me to shut up though. It's the guitar though. I'm not really sure how to tune it." Renji shrugged and looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. His smile then turned into a scowl at the boy's words sunk into his head. "Oi. You skinny pansy. I can sing! It's the guitar's fault. It sucks."
Then, as he took in the Quincy's attire, it suddenly struck him, what he was supposed to be doing. "Oi. What time does school start. I'm supposed to be joining class 1-C today and I don't got a uniform yet."
Now that the redhead had stopped singing and plucking at the strings of the guitar, Ishida eyed it and tried to beat down the urge to yank it away from the shinigami. Going a cappella definitely wouldn't make his singing any *better*, but it wouldn't make it worse either. And anything that could keep it from being worse by any degree would be something to strive for.
One could swear that a bit of light shone off of Ishida's glasses as he adjusted them, evil plots (not evil, saving the world and sidewalk here from Abarai's singing, honorable and noble) continuing in silence. "School started about an hour ago... Wait. What? You're joining our class? ... you don't already have a uniform? Haven't you been her about a week? I know Rangiku-san has been." He sighed softly. Shinigami. So ill prepared.
Blinking, Matsuda suddenly felt very old, and like he shouldn't even be a part of this conversation. Although he was surprised the redhead was in school - he seemed older than a high schooler. It was probably because he was out bumming on the streets. Speaking of...
"Eh? You're in high school? You shouldn't be out on the streets then! What about your parents?" Matsuda exclaimed, already concerned about the redhead. Homeless people were one thing, but homeless teenagers? It was awful seeing that. It evoked the same feeling that Matsuda got when he saw an old man eating by himself. Pity, yes, but something else too. Something that Matsuda couldn't think of. He was a cop, not a literature major, after all.
Turning to the black-haired teenager, he blinked at him as well. "Shouldn't you be in school then? N-not that I'm accusing you of skipping or anything! I-I just mean..." It had been a while since Matsuda had been in high school. Not that long ago that he couldn't remember, say, his teacher's names and faces, but enough so that new rules and policies had been made. A high school had to adapt to the changing world, Matsuda supposed.
A brow looked at the teenager strangely and with brotherly concern. "What do you know about Rangiku? Especially about whether or not she has a uniform." Bah. Whatever. It was usless to get worried over her. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. In fact if she for some reason fixated herself on the Quincy then he should be feeling pity for the kid in front of him.
Standing, he left picked up his meager income and added it to the bit he already acquired. He had little more than a thousand yen. Renji looked first at the old man then to kid. "If I had a uniform, I'd be at school right now, old man. But I don't have a uniform, cuz I ain't got no money, Ishida. I ain't got no money cuz I left it all at my "old place" with Taichou. I can't go back there and get it so I've been trying to earn it here."
Skipping? SKIPPING? Truancy? Ishida was involved in no such thing! The boy held back a dramatic gasp at the dark haired man's question.
Hey this man looked a bit familiar, actually. Hrm. His reiatsu wasn't anything to be impressed at, so Ishida would wonder on it further later. Karakura wasn't a large town, it was very possible he passed him on his way to school or Sunflower Seams. It was very probable.
Still, he'd asked him a question. A valid question. why wasn't he in school right now? Ishida adjusted his glasses and stated simply. "I overslept. I assure you I'm not skipping. I was on my way there now. And then I was held up by Abarai-kun's caterwauling and now his lack of school uniform."
He tossed a glance over to Renji. Him being a student at Karakura made sense... Rangiku was one as well. And with Sado, Inoue, and Kurosaki at that school, it really made sense. Before he'd left, Aizen had expressed some sort of interest in Kurosaki. Vague as it was, it had been there. No uniform was a problem. Ishida should just scoff and turn away and leave the shinigami to his own troubles but... Hrm.
Well one of his own uniforms definitely wouldn't fit the redhead. However.
"How much money have you gathered? And Rangiku-san lives with me."
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