[Note: I sent this to Lurker's email address by
mistake. I had intended to send it to the list. Sorry
for cluttering your inbox, Lurker!]
I sense the presence of the Dark Side of the Comedy...
Forenote: I noticed a specific error too many times to
type it every time, so I'll write it here. After an
ellipsis, it's good protocol to put a space between
the last period and the following word.
--- The Eternal Lost Lurker
<lurkerdrome@sbcglobal.net> wrote:
"Oi, Rukia."
The diminished Shinigami looked up at her
ITYM "diminutive". I don't think Rukia shrunk any;
she's always been chibi-size.
subordinate, then followed his
disturbed gaze across the park to three people
sitting on a bench, making
faces as they drank what looked like...
"What the HELL are those three doing?"
Connection formed. Just watched a certain show with a
disturbingly upbeat opening theme. Awaiting further
input...
Rukia looked at the trio on the bench, then back up
at Ichigo.
"Well...judging by the drain cleaner they're
drinking, I'd say they're
trying to kill themselves." She frowned. "Should we
maybe call someone?"
Suspicions mounting...
Ichigo shook his head. "No, there's no need..."
"WHAT? But...you can't just let them die..."
The orange-haired substitute Shinigami looked at her
like she had grown a
second head. "Oi...don't tell me you didn't notice."
"Notice what? That three people are trying to kill
themselves...in broad
daylight...in public..." Rukia blinked, then looked
at the trio again.
"...oh. ...OH." She blinked some more, just for good
measure. "...what the
hell?"
"NOW you notice," Ichigo remarked dryly.
"What...should we do about it?"
The three Drano-drinkers on the bench stood, the
youngest of them giggling
happily, and walked hand-in-hand out of the park,
humming 'London Bridge'
loudly. None of the other people walking past paid
them any heed.
Confirmed. You sick, magnificent bastard. ^_^ + >_<
Rukia and Ichigo stared after them for a long
moment.
"...you know," Rukia said slowly, "I...think maybe
we should just pretend we
didn't see that."
Ichigo nodded. "I can live with that."
They went home.
* * * * * * * *
*Yes, it really does have to be a delusion,* the
elderly gentleman known as
'Fuyubachi' thought to himself as he, Zebra, and
Kamome left the park.
Coffin Nailed. Cake Iced. Case... hell, you get the
picture.
*After all, those two young people clearly saw
us...*
Hehe. Good one, Lurk.
"Hey, Fuyubachi! What's next? Fuyubaaaaachi!"
"Huh? Oh...let's get some plastic bags from the
corner market and suffocate
ourselves."
"Whee!"
That kid freaking creeps me out.
...and now I'm half-certain that she's a Hollow in
disguise.
...and now Lil' Slugger - DAMN IT, LURKER! XD
*Yes...we have to keep trying harder, is all...*
Ironically, the Japanese equivalent of the English
proverb, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try
again," reads: "Fall down seven times, stand up eight."