22Reaper. death: So, I'm sorry for not updating long ago, but…life gets in your way, and you try to slap it. But they slap you first and you're down for the count. Then I got attacked on the writer's block. I think I got a few scars… But that's not important, the story is!
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"Normal" Japanese language.
"Italics" English language.
A big thank you to Elise the Writing Desk and supersushicupcake, their stories helped inspire me to write the rest of the chapter.
edited on 8/30/2015
Chapter Two ~ I don't believe in violent classmates.
** (Sonya POV) **
The first thing I experience in Japan on this wonderful morning? Jetlag. My eyes were burning from exhaustion and I could barely get out of bed when my alarm clock went off. After figuring out that the toilet and the bathtub were in separate rooms (but next door to each other) I was now dressed in my gray uniform with the red silk ribbon undone at the collar in the bathroom that had the toilet and the sink. My hands were trembling as I tried to tie the ribbon, but to no avail, it remained undone.
"Haah…" I sighed as I attempted one more time. Nope. My fingers delicately tried to tie the dainty strip of cloth again, but as the other times, I failed. Grunting, I grabbed at it and tugged at the darn thing, feeling it slip from my collar and watched it flow in the air. "Who needs a ribbon?"
That's right, I rage quit.
Tucking it into my skirt pocket, I exiting the bathroom while wrapping a light pink scarf around my neck, heading straight for the kitchen where the rice cooker was steaming and the pot bubbling. A bento box sat on the kitchen counter, where only some types of food rested inside. I grabbed the apron off the chair and wore it over my uniform before checking on the rice. "Looking good," I smiled as I saw the white grains being steamed perfectly.
~Da-da-dadada-HEY!~…dadadadadadada-HEY!~
I shut the rice cooker closed and rummaged through my pockets, pulling out my phone frantically. Only one person was deserving of such a ringtone, because he was frickin' adorable to me, and that person was…
I flipped my phone open and answered, "Moshi moshi*, this is Sonya."
"Moshi moshi what's your face—what is this language? What sorcery do you speak of, Sonya?" A familiar deep voice asked curiously, yet gruffly as I turned off the rice cooker when it beeped. That meant that the rice was prepared for eating.
"Big brother, it's called Japanese," I huffed as I got a spoon and began scooping some into my bento box. "Try learning it."
"I don't want to. That means I have to read something. You know I hated school. It killed me once at freshman year, and it killed me again at graduation—to which I recall not attending. And worth it to! I saw a pink elephant just now!—oh, wait, that was my animal cracker~ *munch*"
…
I moved the cell phone away from my ears, looking at it before putting it against my right ear cautiously. "Br-bro, are you okay?"
"Never better! It's like, nighttime or something, and my roommate gave me some cherries soaked in this bitter liquid, but I ate them anyways! And now I feel all woozy and weird. I ate them 'cuz they were free, but I ain't never accepting food from him again! It must've been brandy, the liquid… Man, I feel so lame for not recognizing it! I'm just eating these frosted animal crackers to soak up the booze."
I chuckled. I wasn't mad at him at all for drinking alcohol without knowing it. I was only glad that big brother could hold his liquor just a bit. Shrugging it off, I continued adding a little more rice, "So, besides that… How are you doing, big brother?"
"Oh, I'm fine~! I made the biggest fart, too!"
"Fart…?"
"To think I had appendicitis! It really hurt and I thought I was going to die, but once I had the operation, I was fine. But now I'm damaged goods… Big brother is sad…"
I glared at the phone, utterly disgusted, "I'm hanging up."
"Nooo! Kidding, kidding! Don't hang up, sis!"
I assembled the food neatly in the bento box, making sure they were crammed tightly before tightly closing it with the top. "I'm going to school anyway, big brother, and I just finished making my lunch. Besides, we can talk more, can't we? But no more fart talk."
"But those are the best jokes!"
"Dude." I deadpanned before huffing my chest out in pride, "You have to act your age. Or you'll be single forever!"
"…I see… Listen, how about I call you in the morning? Well, over in Japan, I guess it'll be around bed time, but we'll talk more then. I love you, Sonya. Good night and good morning."
I closed my eyes halfway, "Yeah, good night, bro."
~Beep~
I closed my phone before placing the smooth device against my lips. I miss you. After pocketing the phone, I grabbed the finished boxed lunch and placed it into the messenger style backpack I was provided by Mr. Browne.
DING! A toasted piece of bread snapped up from the toaster and I reached over, spreaded strawberry jam on it and took a bite into it. My head suddenly snapped up when I heard the front door of the condo open, and Mr. Browne came in, wearing a black pinstriped suit. He held a briefcase as he walked into the kitchen, wearing blue slippers on his feet. It was traditional to come into the house without shoes on; you leave your shoes at the front door. Japanese customs.
"Sonya, what on earth are you doing here?" Mr. Browne asked bewildered as he took in the clothes that I wore: a grey skirt, white shirt, grey blazer, black opaque pantyhose and my light pink scarf. I had elbow and knee guards on, planning to roller blade to school. I had no desire to have Mr. Browne chauffeur me to school.
I wanna be normal!
"I live here," I reply as I began taking small bites out of my toast. Mr. Brown shook his head as he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the front door, pointing to my purple roller blades.
"Sonya, that isn't what I meant. It's half an hour 'til eleven o'clock!"
…
…
The fasteners of the roller skates snapped closed around my feet as I swing my bag onto my shoulders, the toast hanging from my mouth.
"SFEE YOU VAITER!"
Mr. Browne glared, "It'll probably be third period by the time she gets there. Oh, her being late better not ruin her reputation."
With long strokes for about seven seconds on each foot, I kicked, rolling down the sidewalk towards Karakura High School. I really did it now. Earlier, when I left the apartment, I realized I had forgotten my violin and had to go back. Groaning, I glided around the corner, zooming down the street, sweat already pouring down my face. The thing about roller blading that I liked is that no matter how bad you are at sports, all that matters is balance.
"Hh…hhh..boy, I wish I had…hhh…some endurance…" I kicked my already tired legs forward, closing my eyes momentarily, never noticing that someone was up head.
"Hey, hag, watch out—!"
CRASH!
"OOWW!" I tumbled back, falling right on my butt. "Right on the county seat! Ergh! Owowowow—"
"Hey! Haven't you heard about looking both ways before crossing the street?" A voice growled in front of me. Blinking my eyes open, I stared at the person in front of me. It was a young boy, around ten, with black messy hair, green eyes… He glared at me as I found myself staring into his eyes. They were pretty. "Well, you hag?"
"I wasn't crossing the street, so I guess that doesn't revert to me!" I said with a big smile. The boy frowned before pointing at his knees.
"Look what you did, you clumsy hag! I scraped my knees!"
I looked at his knees. They were perfectly un-scraped. Liar. "They look fine to me, kid."
The boy jumped before checking his knee, then glared at me and— "OMPH!" I sweatdropped as the kid had threw himself down, his left knee scraping slightly. "Ow! Look what you did, hag!" The boy whined before glaring at an uninterested kid. "I'll cry so loud that people will start looking at us and think you're a bad person!"
I looked around, not seeing much people around. "No one's really around."
"Waaaaahh….!"
"Kid, it's not gonna—"
"WAAAAAH!"
Holy snap… I looked around, seeing walking by adults staring at us.
"Terrible high schoolers." "Looks like a foreigner." "Should we do something?"
My hand shot into my pocket and I held out a chocolate bar. "I'll give you this chocolate if you stop crying!"
The boy stopped his crying and glared at me, "Your bribing won't work on me!" The next thing he did was snatched the bar out of my hand, unwrapped it, and bit into it. I sighed in relief before standing up and helping the kid up.
"Look, I'm sorry I crashed into you. I'll be more careful, bye! I'm seriously late for school!" I called out as I skated off. The boy watched my retreating for before biting into the smooth chocolate and turned away, heading off to wherever he was going.
"Stupid girl."
Taking off my roller blades, I hopped on one roller blade-less foot, bowing again and again to the old bald principal. I was too busy bowing to actually talk, and taking off my skates. The old principal nodded his head at me and began trying to speak, what I guess was English.
"It okay. Jetlag, yes?" The principal asked as I sweatdropped. Good English, if you had just learned it.
"I understand Japanese. No worries," I explained to him as I placed the roller blades into the shoe locker and exchanged them for indoor shoes.
"Oh, well, I apologize! I didn't realize you spoke so fluently!" The principal laughs heartily as I put on the indoor shoes. Easily, I snapped off the guards and placed them in the locker before closing it. "I understand you arrived at Japan yesterday, so it's reasonable for you to wake up late."
I bowed, thankful for the principal's understanding.
"So… You will start detention after school."
"Wait! I thought you understood about me having jetlag!" I cried. Never mind, he SO did not understand.
The old man's smile never ceased, "Well, I'd understand if you were late for first period. But being late when third period is about to start?"
Burn.
Unwillingly, I nodded. "Okay…"
"Good! Now! I have our best student here to give you a tour around the school." The principal pointed to a teenage boy of average height. He had straight, chin-length raven hair framing both sides of his face, fair-skinned with blue eyes. He wore the school uniform respectively, with a tie. "His name is Ishida Uryuu, or in America, Uryuu Ishida."
This Uryuu was reading a little book that seemed to be a pocket dictionary (yes, I read those too), finding it more interesting than me. Trying to pass off as the elusive character of this story, I see…
I crossed my arms and leaned onto one leg, narrowing my eyes at him. He still didn't notice. This was an elusive nerd.
"Ishida-san, please show Avalon-san around the school property around lunch time. For now, take her to class," The principal said as Uryuu looked up.
"Yes sir."
I tried not to roll my eyes as the principal walked away and Uryuu glanced over to me.
"Let's go."
I let my arms fall to my side and I jumped over to him, "Show me the way, my good man! Shaken, not stirred!" Uryuu sweatdropped as I grinned, and he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Foreigners are so strange…" Uryuu claimed as I gave him the thumbs up.
"If you keep thinking like that, you'll be racist! It's bad to be that."
Uryuu stared at me before walking off, "Come on, then."
"Hey! Wait up!"
Uryuu didn't slow down, and I was tugging my bag and violin along following him down the hallway and up the stairs. Finally, we arrived at a classroom where it was probably passing period.
"Class will start soon, just find a seat and be good until lunch." Uryuu said as he opened the door for me. At least he was a gentleman? Maybe? I shrugged and stepped in, only to freeze when I saw the familiar orange headed boy from yesterday.
"Hck!" Almost choking on my spit, I froze in place, earning Uryuu's attention.
"What's wrong?" He asked before looking to where I was looking at and glared. "Oh... I see, did you meet him someplace before?"
"Q-Quite the opposite!" I cried before placing my hands over my mouth, realizing I was too loud. Immediately, the orange haired boy glanced over to us and his eyes widened. He stood up and pointed at me,
"YOU'RE THAT—!"
Surprisingly, and humorously, the black-haired girl shoved a book that was upside down into his face. "Son of a… Ichigo, what does this part mean? I can't read it quite well." That smile on her face looked innocent, but I was feeling more scared than relaxed.
Uryuu frowned before pushing me towards an empty seat, "Sit here, Ms. Ochi will be here to teach Social Studies. Stay here until lunch time."
I paled as Uryuu went somewhere else to sit down at. That's when the girl who smacked Ichigo's face with a book sat down next to me. She glanced over to the sweating, paling me before holding out her hand. "Um… Haha~, I forgot to bring a pencil to class. Since we're both transfer students, mind letting me borrow one?"
I gulped and nodded, "S-Sure, I brought my pencil case here— ah?!" I had pulled into a mechanical pencil and was about to place it in her palm when I saw a message sprawled on there with a marker.
MAKE A SCENE AND YOU'RE SO DEAD.
I paled even more, shaking as she smiled, introducing herself, "My name is Rukia Kuchiki, a transfer. I heard you're a transfer student from abroad. Let's be friends, kay?"
Yeah right I'll be friends with you after that sly threat—
"S-Sure~! My name is Sonya Avalon, nice to meet you!~" I forced myself to smile.
Dammit, me!
"How far are we going?" I asked as I numbly walked next to Rukia, following Ichigo to the courtyard. Rukia forced me to come along during a free period, and Uryuu was nowhere to be seen.
He abandoned me, more or less.
"Such a secluded place. What's on your mind, big boy?" Rukia chirped, not really understanding what she actually said. I deadpanned, just as Ichigo glanced back, more irritated than off-put,
"Don't say stuff like that, it's disgusting!" Ichigo grumbled before looking away from us.
"Disgusting? How rude." Rukia huffed as she crossed her arms. I looked away, feeling strangely out of place. I wanna go home. To America. And watch WWE, where CM Punk does a ladder match. Now that's how you spend a Monday afternoon. "I spent the whole night learning colloquialisms! Not bad, eh?"
That was…actually pretty impressive. Good job, girl who just threatened me!
"Shut up! Explain why you're here!" Ichigo whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at Rukia. Rukia blanked out.
"Explain?"
Ichigo frowned, "That's right! Isn't your work here finished?! Why are you sneaking into my class? Why didn't you go back to the Soul Society or whatever?!" My eyes were rolling around at his endless questions.
"Shush! I'd have to be a Soul Reaper to return to the Soul Society! I can't go back," Rukia answered as I looked around.
Why was I here again? I shrugged and kicked back as Ichigo sweated, blankly looked at Rukia. "Why not?" Rukia looked away before facing Ichigo.
"Because… I lost all of my dark force!"
I blanked out before looking at her, "You lost what…?" Ichigo, on the other hand, was freaking out. "You lost your powers? What are they, socks?! Where did they go?"
"Inside you." I almost fell forward. She said that so casually! "Not in your body, but your soul. You've become a Soul Reaper."
"…"
Rukia ignored his silence and continued, "Last night – you stole all my powers from me!" I blinked and remembered last night events—wait, no! I didn't see anything! And it'll stay like that!
DENIAL MODE ACTIVATED.
"I can only do a few spells now, and I have to rely on this Gigai!"
"Gigai?" Ichigo questioned.
"A temporary body we Soul Reapers use in emergencies. Disempowered Soul Reapers inhabit Gigais until their powers return," Rukia explained and I looked around the courtyard, planning my great escape. I don't like this or them.
"That's a gig-thing? It looks human." Ichigo commented and Rukia looked like she was going to slap him upside the head with an 'are you kidding me?' look. Yet, she simply crossed her arms and stared hard at Ichigo.
By now, I've decided to mentally think insults towards Ichigo at the pauses of Rukia's sentences.
"It's supposed to look real." Dipwad. "I'd be easy prey for a Hollow without my powers–," Strawberry Shortcake, "– so I have to disguise myself as a human." Moro—
Whoa, holla holla holla, hold on there. Rukia isn't human? I mean, yeah, she said it before, but…
She ain't human?
"So?" I gave Ichigo a look. That's not what you say to a person who said she pretty much wasn't human! "What does a powerless Soul Reaper want with me?" Oh, so she's a Soul Reaper… hm… in Japanese, you read that as Shinigami, in a way.
Rukia pointed a finger up, nodding, "Here it is. Until I regain my powers…" She fisted the air towards us, giving us a courageous smile, "You two have to do the work of a Soul Reaper!"
Oh.
Hell.
No.
Ichigo and I deadpanned at her before chorusing, "HUH!?"
Rukia gave us a 'STFU' look before pointing at us, "What's the problem? You have the powers of a Soul Reaper, and Sonya can see us. And I'll help you. You have no choice, this really is all your fault. The both of you—"
How is it my fault!?
The monster shivered and disappeared, as I let out a sigh. My migraine was gone. I glanced at the girl, and saw that she was wearing a white thin yukata, not the black clothes she wore.
That's it.
Forget this.
Pulling out a handkerchief, the same one as before, I folded it horizontally and set the girl down, resting her head gently against the ground before wrapping the handkerchief tightly around her knee to stop the bleeding and stood up. I grabbed my suitcase and repositioned my satchel and violin case before running off into the street. I'll be damned if they chased after me. "This never happened!"
Holy mackerel, I'm being punished for running away from a crime scene! Before I could continue my heavy flashback, Ichigo crossed his arms into an 'X', scowling at Rukia. "No WAY!"
"Like a boss!" I cheered, agreeing with Ichigo. For once. No way would we work for some Soul Reaper! I now pronounce Shinigamis as NOT REAL!
"Excuse me?" Rukia sputtered after a moment of being in a daze. Yes, we said no to her.
"I said, No way! I don't want to face any more of those monsters!" Ichigo states as he turned and began to walk away. That's how you do it in China Town!
I turned to Rukia, "I agree with Ichigo! Why should he help you? And why am I dragged into this?!"
"You ran away before I could make you forget what happened last night."
I KNEW IT! I'm such a freaking coward! "Dammit!"
Ichigo glanced back at us and nodded towards me, "But thanks for helping Yuzu. She's wondering whose hankie it belonged to." Great, I'll bet I have to go to Mr. I can see ghost's house and get it. BLEEEP my life. "Besides that, I fought that thing yesterday…to save my family! I'm not gonna fight those things for total strangers! I'm not that self-sacrificing!"
Ouch, cold.
"Sorry to disappoint you." Ichigo huffed and I clasped my hands together and bowed. All is forgiven, my son.
Rukia, on the other hand, had something else in mind. She nodded at Ichigo while pulling something out of her skirt pocket, "Very well…" She tugged the glove on her right hand, glaring at Ichigo, "You leave me no choice." And with that, she stalked towards a retreating Ichigo.
"Hey! What, what are you—? Leave me alone—!"
THWAK!~
I screamed as another Ichigo was ripped out from behind his original body, the uniformed wearing Ichigo falling face forward, and unconscious. The new Ichigo was wearing some sort of black kimono type of clothing, similar to what Rukia wore last night before losing all of her 'dark power'.
"Hey! DUDE! That's my soul! Hey, wake me up!" Ichigo shouted as he patted his Soul Reaper body (I'm guessing) as Rukia grabbed him by the shoulder, and I'm just here wondering if I finally lost my mind.
"You. You're coming with me." I backed away slowly, wanting to make a run for it, before Rukia jabbed a finger at me, "And you! You'll watch over Ichigo's body while we're gone. Got it?"
"Y-Yeah, okay!" I am such a coward. I just wanted to go home and rest. I'm seriously exhausted.
I watched as the duo left and I stared at the Ichigo on the ground. What I just saw…it was a prank, right?
Right?
Deciding to get this over with, I walked over and crouched down, shaking the boy lightly, before moving him face up. There was a red bruise on his forehead from the fall. Ouch, that really left a mark. Alright, enough playing around. Time to get busy. Raising my hand up, I slapped him across the face. That would wake up even my brother.
…
"Ichigo?"
Poke.
"Ichigo, are you okay?"
Poke. Poke.
"Ichigo, this isn't funny…"
Poke. Poke. Poke. Jab. Punch!~
I watched in horror as Ichigo stiffly stayed in the same position he was in. This only meant one thing—
"Gah! Rukia killed him! But where do I hide the body!?" I panicked, and ran around in circles, until I had an idea. Slowly turning to Ichigo's unconscious body, a dark shadow crossing my face. "I could burn the body in the incinerator…and nobody would ever know."
…
"WTF, BRAIN?!" I bonked my head, not believing what I actually said. I'm not a murderer! I need a clean streak! No blood, no nothing! "Besides, what if someone saw me dragging Ichigo's body?!"
XXX
Sonya : Lolz, look at me! I'm taking Ichigo's body to the incinerator, #murder!~ *takes photo of herself with Ichigo's body*
Random teacher: MURDURER! JESUS CHRIST, THROW THAT AMERICAN IN HELL!
Sonya : YOU'RE NEXT! #MURDERIN'!
XXX
"I'm too violent for my own good, I gotta stop watching anime. Nah," I said before another idea popped into my head. Making sure no one was around, I struggled and sweated, dragging Ichigo's body towards the wall and set him against it. Pulling out a new hankie, I slowly covered it over his face. After that was done, I took off like a bat from hell.
A student walked by, as soon as I was gone, and gasped.
"TEACHER! STRAWBERRY PASSED OUT!"
"WHAT?! WHERE!?"
Good thing the day was over and the principal let me get out of detention early, so now I was walking home. More like, skating home. In a rush.
"I'm late, again! I hope Mr. Browne didn't get there before me! I can't believe that man gave me a curfew! I'm fifteen, for chocolate's sake—why am I talking to myself!?"
Must be this anime-ish trait happening.
Finally, I reached the large expensive apartment complex. I swear that one apartment almost took up the whole floor. It seemed more like a flat.
No one understands Mr. Browne's 'refined' tastes.
Heading into the building, I entered the lobby and waved to the receptionist, who was going through a fashion magazine. I sure hope her paycheck can afford some of it. I went straight for the elevator and quickly found myself on the third floor, seeing my door just a little away from the elevator. Pulling out my keys, I skated over and unlocked the door, immediately taking off my skates and tossing them on the ground.
"I'm home~" There was no need to say that.
Closing the door behind me, I concluded that Mr. Browne was NOT here (Thank you, jebus!), so I had the luxurious apartment all to myself. Aww yeah~
"I want to take a nap!" I immediately cheered, running to my bedroom, my bed in mind. Warm, warm sheets~ A fluffy comforter on a plush bed~ And—
The minute I opened the door to my room, I saw the window opened and some girl sleeping in my bed messily.
"Ssnrk…snrk…" She loudly snored, curling into the comfy sheets. My jaw fell before I ran around in a circle.
"ROBBER! ROBBER! A ROBBER IS STEALING, ER, I MEAN SLEEPING IN MY BED!" I cried, rummaging through my pockets for my cell phone. Okay, what was the number for the police again?
The girl continued snoring before she stirred in her sleep, sitting up. "Mmmhrrmmm…." She mumbled comfortably. Yeah, because that's MAH bed! "Mrmmm…." Scooting off, she stood up and drowsily walked over to me and halted right in front. I stared at her in disbelief before she sleepily hugged me.
"I'm hung~ry~"
"WHAT?!"
XX (To be continued) XX
*Moshi moshi – It is a way of saying hello on the phone in Japan.
Reaper. death : Again, I apologize for the long wait. The next chapter might take longer. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! *on knees and crying* My mom almost burned the kitchen down, my brother's room was flooded, and I got Prego by my neighbor! With a bottle of Prego spaghetti sauce! He thought it would be a funny prank on my brother until I got hit.
Shame on you if you thought something else!
Anyways, read and review! It helps encourages me to write faster. It's like, midnight here. I'm tired as heck. Have a good day or night!
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