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Hair Dye
Title: Why the F**k?!
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R for an unusual amount of language from Ishida.
Theme: 11) Hair Dye
Summary: ...THE HELL?! Are you stupid?!
Warnings: Excessive language and testicular violence (not as bas as it sounds)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.
Why the F**K?
Ishida thought it was a good idea... for all of 2 seconds two years ago.
Ichigo thought is was the best idea since sliced bread.
Ichigo was dead wrong... which why he’s sitting in his father’s clinic with a bag of ice on his family jewels being fussed at by Ishida.
“I don’t know the fuck you were thinking you moronic bastard! What possessed you to think that That was a good idea in any shape or form? I mean you must have been hit by the same Stupid Stick your father was!”
“Don’t talk about my dad!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! DAMN IT! Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?! Now I have to go to school like this; people are going to laugh their asses off at your fucking retarded idea. I could get expelled from school for not looking presentable.”
“You won’t get expelled, maybe sent to the office, but not expelled.”
“You don’t seem to get it. I don’t get sent to the office. I don’t get into trouble. I am the fucking president of the FUCKING HANDICRAFT CLUB! What are the student and teachers that look to me for guidance going to think?!”
“Damn, you’re full of yourself.”
“Fucking shut the fuck up or I’ll destroy your left testicle, but this time instead of using my sewing needle, I’ll just cut it off with the scalpel.” Clearly, Ishida is mad.
“You should just calm down you energetic bastard.”
Ishida can’t believe the idiot is still talking.
Something is his mind snaps; its probably is sanity or maybe the second to last string snapping. Either way, Ichigo may or may not survive the night.
Grabbing Ichigo’s collar, Ishida gets right in his face, seething. “FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT MADE YOU THINK I WASN’T GOING TO TRY TO KILL YOU? NO! You don’t think. You don’t do anything that requires the brain.”
Ichigo isn’t even affected by the crazed archer about to throttle him; somehow this rant reminds him of Keigo and manages to tune him out. “I think it looks pretty cool.”
Ishida blinks once. Twice. “Can I ask you a question?”
“As long as you stop yelling and wrinkling my shirt.”
Ishida calmly releases Ichigo’s shirt, looking dead serious at the orange-haired Shinigami. “I can only guarantee that I won’t yell if you give me the correct answer.”
“Fair enough.”
“Why did you do it when I was asleep?”
“You wouldn’t have let me do it if you were awake.”
Ishida’s left eyebrow twitches. “Did you think I wasn’t going to wake and find out?”
“Well I thought I had enough time to get away before you woke up.”
And the Quincy archer looses it.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ENOUGH TIME TO GET AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I WOKE UP? YOU WERE MAKING AS MUCH NOISE AS A FUCKING HERD OF COWS! YOU WANTED ME TO WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING STUPID IDIOT!”
At that moment, Isshin walks into the room. “What’s going on in here?” Looking between Ishida, who’s now trying to strangle Ichigo, and Ichigo who looks slightly blue but more bored, Isshin bursts out laughing.
“OOOOOIII! You look like tigers!”
In one huge swirl of motion, Ishida releases Ichigo’s throat, releases his bow from his bracelet and points the weapon at Isshin’s forehead point blank.
“What was that?” Ishida says through gritted teeth.
Isshin’s eyes widen impossibly wide as he drops the charts in his hands. “Nothing.”
“Even though he’s an idiot, don’t kill my dad.”
Ishida whirls around and points at Ichigo point blank. “Then how about I kill you then?”
“You’re going to kill me on account of hair dye? Che, how lame.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why you ask? You fucking dyed a strip of my hair orange!”
“So?” He’s still missing the point.
“Fucker, you dyed my hair orange while I was asleep without my consent!”
“You said it was a good idea two years ago.”
“FOR ABOUT TWO SECONDS WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN! Oh my fucking...”
“Ishida-san, why don’t you just dye it back black?” Isshin speaks up behind the pissed archer.
“Because it’s the principle of the thing. You just don’t do something like that without first getting the person’s permission. He’s lucky I only stabbed him in his right testicle.”
“WHAT!” Isshin breaks down into tears, falling to his knees dramatically. "My grandchildren...NOOOOO!"
"ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU ARE BOTH FUCKING IDIOTS!"
"But I love you." Ichigo says scratching his ear.
"Yeah... well..."
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R for an unusual amount of language from Ishida.
Theme: 11) Hair Dye
Summary: ...THE HELL?! Are you stupid?!
Warnings: Excessive language and testicular violence (not as bas as it sounds)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.
Why the F**K?
Ishida thought it was a good idea... for all of 2 seconds two years ago.
Ichigo thought is was the best idea since sliced bread.
Ichigo was dead wrong... which why he’s sitting in his father’s clinic with a bag of ice on his family jewels being fussed at by Ishida.
“I don’t know the fuck you were thinking you moronic bastard! What possessed you to think that That was a good idea in any shape or form? I mean you must have been hit by the same Stupid Stick your father was!”
“Don’t talk about my dad!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! DAMN IT! Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?! Now I have to go to school like this; people are going to laugh their asses off at your fucking retarded idea. I could get expelled from school for not looking presentable.”
“You won’t get expelled, maybe sent to the office, but not expelled.”
“You don’t seem to get it. I don’t get sent to the office. I don’t get into trouble. I am the fucking president of the FUCKING HANDICRAFT CLUB! What are the student and teachers that look to me for guidance going to think?!”
“Damn, you’re full of yourself.”
“Fucking shut the fuck up or I’ll destroy your left testicle, but this time instead of using my sewing needle, I’ll just cut it off with the scalpel.” Clearly, Ishida is mad.
“You should just calm down you energetic bastard.”
Ishida can’t believe the idiot is still talking.
Something is his mind snaps; its probably is sanity or maybe the second to last string snapping. Either way, Ichigo may or may not survive the night.
Grabbing Ichigo’s collar, Ishida gets right in his face, seething. “FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT MADE YOU THINK I WASN’T GOING TO TRY TO KILL YOU? NO! You don’t think. You don’t do anything that requires the brain.”
Ichigo isn’t even affected by the crazed archer about to throttle him; somehow this rant reminds him of Keigo and manages to tune him out. “I think it looks pretty cool.”
Ishida blinks once. Twice. “Can I ask you a question?”
“As long as you stop yelling and wrinkling my shirt.”
Ishida calmly releases Ichigo’s shirt, looking dead serious at the orange-haired Shinigami. “I can only guarantee that I won’t yell if you give me the correct answer.”
“Fair enough.”
“Why did you do it when I was asleep?”
“You wouldn’t have let me do it if you were awake.”
Ishida’s left eyebrow twitches. “Did you think I wasn’t going to wake and find out?”
“Well I thought I had enough time to get away before you woke up.”
And the Quincy archer looses it.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ENOUGH TIME TO GET AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I WOKE UP? YOU WERE MAKING AS MUCH NOISE AS A FUCKING HERD OF COWS! YOU WANTED ME TO WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING STUPID IDIOT!”
At that moment, Isshin walks into the room. “What’s going on in here?” Looking between Ishida, who’s now trying to strangle Ichigo, and Ichigo who looks slightly blue but more bored, Isshin bursts out laughing.
“OOOOOIII! You look like tigers!”
In one huge swirl of motion, Ishida releases Ichigo’s throat, releases his bow from his bracelet and points the weapon at Isshin’s forehead point blank.
“What was that?” Ishida says through gritted teeth.
Isshin’s eyes widen impossibly wide as he drops the charts in his hands. “Nothing.”
“Even though he’s an idiot, don’t kill my dad.”
Ishida whirls around and points at Ichigo point blank. “Then how about I kill you then?”
“You’re going to kill me on account of hair dye? Che, how lame.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why you ask? You fucking dyed a strip of my hair orange!”
“So?” He’s still missing the point.
“Fucker, you dyed my hair orange while I was asleep without my consent!”
“You said it was a good idea two years ago.”
“FOR ABOUT TWO SECONDS WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN! Oh my fucking...”
“Ishida-san, why don’t you just dye it back black?” Isshin speaks up behind the pissed archer.
“Because it’s the principle of the thing. You just don’t do something like that without first getting the person’s permission. He’s lucky I only stabbed him in his right testicle.”
“WHAT!” Isshin breaks down into tears, falling to his knees dramatically. "My grandchildren...NOOOOO!"
"ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU ARE BOTH FUCKING IDIOTS!"
"But I love you." Ichigo says scratching his ear.
"Yeah... well..."