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God, the weather is weird. It was an unseasonably cold October, all through. Now it's back in the eighties. Not that I'm surprised at the shifts. I'm from here, so it's not like it's unexpected.
I just got my English test back. I did really well, even though I didn't read one damn thing and only started studying during physics (an hour and a half before the test). Not that the stuff we're reading is boring. In fact, it's really nice. Just the teacher is so, so boring and the class is so dumb and I don't have to read the stuff to get A's on everything, so I haven't read anything since Gilgamesh. In my defense, we're reading the classical works, so I've either read most of them years ago or am just familiar with them. Whatever, anyway. I got a good grade.
Physics test on Monday... *twitches on the floor and dies*
Title: “Name”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Kon, Isshin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Time: 3 hours
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
The mod-soul considered. Ichigo’s father had never called him “Ichigo”. He usually called Ichigo “delinquent, ungrateful son” anyway. Kon tried to remember if Isshin had ever called him that.
Son. Urahara was probably the one who was responsible for his creation. It was understandable, wasn’t it, to want to be accepted by Ichigo’s family, though. Okay, Ichigo’s father. He was acquainted enough with Ichigo’s sisters.
Isshin did not seem terribly surprised to find an orange-haired boy, rather than one of his daughters, playing with a lion plushie on the floor of his room.
“Kaizou Konpaku.”
“I know what you are.”
“No.” He gazed back at the lion and moved around its limbs a bit, seeming a rather clumsy at moving it from the outside. “Who. My name. Kon.”
“Ah. What… do you want?”
Kon held perfectly still. “I…”
Isshin drop-kicked him into the wall with a resounding crash. “Go down stairs and help your sisters with dinner, you ungrateful son!”
Kon seemed to forget what body he was in, and that the person he was leaping at wasn’t Neesan, and made a very silly sight of himself hugging Isshin between dodging kicks, before running down the stairs on all fours.
I just got my English test back. I did really well, even though I didn't read one damn thing and only started studying during physics (an hour and a half before the test). Not that the stuff we're reading is boring. In fact, it's really nice. Just the teacher is so, so boring and the class is so dumb and I don't have to read the stuff to get A's on everything, so I haven't read anything since Gilgamesh. In my defense, we're reading the classical works, so I've either read most of them years ago or am just familiar with them. Whatever, anyway. I got a good grade.
Physics test on Monday... *twitches on the floor and dies*
Title: “Name”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Kon, Isshin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Time: 3 hours
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
The mod-soul considered. Ichigo’s father had never called him “Ichigo”. He usually called Ichigo “delinquent, ungrateful son” anyway. Kon tried to remember if Isshin had ever called him that.
Son. Urahara was probably the one who was responsible for his creation. It was understandable, wasn’t it, to want to be accepted by Ichigo’s family, though. Okay, Ichigo’s father. He was acquainted enough with Ichigo’s sisters.
Isshin did not seem terribly surprised to find an orange-haired boy, rather than one of his daughters, playing with a lion plushie on the floor of his room.
“Kaizou Konpaku.”
“I know what you are.”
“No.” He gazed back at the lion and moved around its limbs a bit, seeming a rather clumsy at moving it from the outside. “Who. My name. Kon.”
“Ah. What… do you want?”
Kon held perfectly still. “I…”
Isshin drop-kicked him into the wall with a resounding crash. “Go down stairs and help your sisters with dinner, you ungrateful son!”
Kon seemed to forget what body he was in, and that the person he was leaping at wasn’t Neesan, and made a very silly sight of himself hugging Isshin between dodging kicks, before running down the stairs on all fours.