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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on Sept 1, 2015 20:15:42 GMT -6
Vacanze gave her hand a gentle but firm squeeze with a warm smile. " I am your safety net." The two walked out of the room to go practice with her new perfumes. Vacanze knew by the end of the day she would be a Pro with them. She was a Kurosaki after all.
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Post by Kon on Jan 19, 2016 12:49:45 GMT -6
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Jan 19, 2016 16:23:52 GMT -6
“The Last Six Months; Writing on the Wall”: (Continued) After checking everything over for the last time, Kisuke appeared one more time and in the last place needed. After six months everything was finally in place, and to his amazement, not one person the wiser of what he was doing. When he entered the house it was silent, too silent for the Kurosaki household. It was always full of life in one way or the other. In ways, it reminded him of the shop. Full of life and excitement, he sighed adjusting his hat as he made his way to Ichigo’s old room. Pushing the door open slowly Kisuke stepped in and looked across the room to Ichigo’s desk. There, just as he figured, sat Kon. His eyes were closed, sound asleep. Walking over quietly Kisuke palmed Kon's face picking him up, stuffing him in a bag, tying it closed tightly. When Kon started flailing inside the bag Kisuke smacked him up against he wall to quiet him. Kon squeaked as Kisuke gave a soft chuckle and smirked. The Mod Soul still complained, struggling against the confines of the bag. “Shut up you overstuffed windbag. I got plans and you’re going to help me out with them.” Kon continued to fight as Kisuke slammed him against the wall again, twirling the bag quickly in circles as Kon screeched and squealed. “It’s not going to stop until you shut up and stay that way.” Finally, Kon quieted. Stopping the torture on the stuffed lion which was himself. Kisuke set it to the desk leaving him in the bag as he asked him. “Where are the others?” Kon started clawing at the bag yelling again. “You know where they’re at you crazy hat-wearing freak! Let me out so I can kick your ass!” Kisuke pushed him over. “Not them. The other Mod Souls.” Kon stopped fighting against the bag again, “Oh.” The bag moved left then right then stopped flatting out on top of the desk as Kon whined. “ I don’t know~” Kisuke sighed snatching up the bag. “We got to go. We will figure this out somewhere else.” In a flash, Kisuke was gone from the Kurosaki household. Fade
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