FIC 3 - The bonus
Third Fic Contest FC Urahara Kisuke. THE AGUINALDO
Author: John Cleese
week early, dark and cold despite being only 6 in the afternoon. December evening that he welcomed the capricious season. Small corpuscles
ice is dropped from the sky, where they were born to die accumulated in the streets of Karakura city. All adorned by an infernal tune then took possession of the roads and rúas of said city, and that was repeated ad nauseum without solution. Hopeless when your boss music that plays like martyrdom.
brighten the environment or torture their employees, no matter the reason, if facile and mocking rhymes, accompanied by children and repetitive chords, also should be strong enough to hear in the store to mess up one of his subordinates.
- There, abandonment - was heard to say to the little red-haired, tired of Christmas carols, pulling the shovel he used to collect the snow that blocked the way at the entrance to the Urahara store.
- Jinta-kun ... - the girl with the pigtails was involved with his weak and timid little voice - I do not think Tessai-san kindly see you go.
- Tessai-san does not have to learn - Malicious said with both hands clutching the shovel.
The redhead was about to stir it up with all his might to the small Ururu, but their desires were suddenly truncated. A force grabbed the stick and lifted the boy loosed their contact with the ground, while grasping the handle of the tool.
Tessai was that, as appeared from nowhere, grabbed the blade with his strong, muscular arm thus avoiding the assault by wayward hair that madman to his companion.
- I thought the boss told you to clean all this to facilitate entry to customers - the highest lectured excapitán vassal.
Although his mouth was leaving a cloud of steam due bewildered, his dress-shirt under his apron seemed waive usual passing weather which happened.
- S-yes, yes, yes .... - was quick to say the small Jinta, nervous.
settled again on the floor and left rebel bred indoors. Once the giant left them alone, the redhead did not fail to drop a string of unhappy result of the mania that had Tessai to lift into the air, this was the only one to put in place when needed.
- Customers? I'll give me "customers" - muttered Jinta.
again The boy grabbed the shovel in his hands with every intention of paying his frustration with the only victim here, Ururu omnipresent in their ranting.
But, moments before, their plans were interrupted as the door of the store drew for the second time in a few minutes, allowing the melody of the underworld from taking over the space where the children were. These chords
Jinta shook with a chill that ran down from his toupee to the tips of the toes.
- Ahhh! You are here! - Kisuke said with his singing tone particular to match the symphony sounded at full volume inside the premises - Enter! We will close the store.
The children looked puzzled. It was Christmas Eve and were working as black, as every day without exception, always orders his wild boss.
- But if you are the one who sent us ... - Ururu said the always obedient, perhaps motivated by a hint of red to attack or retaliate simply seeing that it was himself who had to clean the street, occupied the pristine white snow.
- Veeeenga, veeeenga. Escaping the heat! - Urahara interrupted the girl, masking the indulgence of that work with a gesture typical of him, opened a fan painted in bright colors, inviting children to enter the premises.
Reluctantly, the children entered. Urahara closed the shop while flipped a sign on the door showing a caricature of himself holding a sign: "Closed for Staff Brief Break." Perhaps
Kisuke was ambitious and, therefore, never neglecting the business. However, although the term "brief" featured in the sign, they knew that Urahara kept that feast with love, so the break would last all night.
The place was warm because the heat was the maximum allowed power. The carols became intolerable, especially for Jinta that hated to death and considered the greatest punishment he could impose.
They moved into the backroom and used to make everyday life. Occupied the day before to decorate and dress those cold aisles and turned into a pleasant stay with the help of wreaths, colored lights and other decorations typical.
In one corner of the room they used as "Meeting Room" if necessary, bet a grand fir, plastic to make it last longer and to maintain environmental awareness.
was crammed with bright balls of different colors; tinsel around the tree as if they were unnatural scarves that will keep it, infusing a more familiar, white chips outlets served as a spray of snow, that very little before the redhead was cleaning the shop door. Under the artificial
conifer
well packed with papers lay equal or brighter than the balls that land on their own, whose graceful gifts owners were among those walls. Surely the ruler of the store took the kids were off to be placed with care and orderly manner.
The table was elegantly dressed for the occasion. Featured specials to celebrate that night so popular that were borne by the chef of the house: Tessai. Luckily he was good at the culinary arts.
They sat all around the table and began to taste the food that subordinate big man had prepared. Jinta
quickly poured a little of each dish located in the center of the table, so no one will be forwarded to him and take away the food they so eagerly swallowed. The small devoured everything that came before his eyes. Animal behavior corrected when the cook gave him a look that seemed to say: "Leave something for others."
By contrast, the other dinner guests were divided as brothers, without arguing for nothing. Almost looked like a real family, saving the blood barrier that separated them.
However, despite the fun they had, kept Kisuke to observe an eagle to its prey, the window to his right, skylights tarnished by the temperature difference between the street and the interior.
was worried, not fully enjoyed the dinner, the company ... of the party, after all. Until, when he finished the damn album "Christmas Hits Yesterday and Today", and just before you restart your play automatically, there was a slight noise like claws that scratched the same window that watched relentlessly.
The drew quickly, without delay. There was a jet cat fur, sitting with one leg pointing to the window with the garras desenfundadas, temblando por el frío que la navideña noche ofrecía, de su nariz caían sendas estalactitas del viscoso material que fluía de sus fosas nasales. Junto a él, una caja envuelta con distinguido forro acabada con un gran lazo rojo.
- Ahhh! Yoruichi-san!!! Ya me tenías preocupado – saludó el anfitrión.
El animal apenas pudo levantar las posaderas del alféizar para meterse en la tienda a la velocidad que le permitían sus entumecidas extremidades.
- ¿Desde cuándo llevas aquí? – se interesó Urahara sirviéndole un tapón de sake que le ayudaría a entrar en calor y responderle.
Apenas se bebió asked the little drink more, an act that was repeated a few times. When he was able, Yoruichi started with a few words. Premises that the redhead he sounded like a heavenly message in the hands of seraphim down from heaven and he pitied the supposed punishment hearing that musical aberration.
- Kisuke ... ... For the next time down the volume of carols - able to articulate the pet, not without effort.
It appeared that the cat had been a long time waiting at the window, hoping that someone would fall in his presence between songs, such was the commotion that had assembled in the shop. Since the term was hard extra long jumped on the same static position, which made it fell almost in a frozen state.
After the meal, Kisuke kicked out so that each gift was made with the long-awaited impatiently awaiting under the tree.
returned to their places at the table and then was ordered everyone to open their present.
- Yoruichi ... Open it you first - excited the humble shopkeeper said.
The quadruped agreed to the "order" of his friend and he underwent a scratch on the box. Tried to open it, using his head, pushing the lid without success. All were watching him, between attentive and curious, about how this little animal would solve the problem remedied with good grasping fingers.
despair and resignation, Kisuke aided him and was finally able to open the damn box. All rose to lean to the content. But excapitán research division did not give them time to do anything because once, grabbed what was inside and put it on the cat.
- Look how cute! - Urahara urged others to see the gift, giving back to Yoruichi, putting it ahead of the other attendees of the meeting. - You're ready to greet the new year.
The cat seemed submissive, tolerant the dirty tricks that always made him his friend. This time ... No, it was different. It was another joke with legs. Something not lost on others and who fell back and laughed they could not endure despite the dirty look to them by the animal.
Poor lighting Yoruichi wore eyeglasses, a spectacle frame forming the coming year, 2007, adorned with lights flashing and changing colors that clashed with his serious expression and quiet, apparently. Surprisingly the left put the rest of the night ... and night.
For its part, the box that had cost so much up to the ledge the cat was gift for your friend. The nervous opening, fast and impatient, with the same enthusiasm that a child in his first Christmas conscious.
undid the wrappings and took the lid. This box housed something he needed to Urahara Ichigo since he coached for some time: a brand new and stylish hat, but with an addition, a red flower protruding from one side of it. In short, a horror of a hat.
- Yoruichi-san! How did you know ...? - Asked as he replaced the hat worn by the new, totally proud of the garment, that it seemed a priori revenge courtesy of the cat.
- What surprises me is that none of these you buy one before - said the cat's eyes staring at him.
Urahara could barely hide the grace that caused him to see his friend with such paint, especially if you watched so closely and carefully. What I despise is that, with that hat, Yoruichi also had to hide genuine laughter that kept inside. So, what had been achieved: the effect of ridicule was mutual.
hilarious to avoid facing her, something that would do him really bad coming from him, made the others open their present. A zambomba, a bottle of anise with a drumstick and a tambourine Tessai touched him, Jinta and Ururu, respectively.
That trio was stunned looking at his gifts. What Urahara wanted to do with that? Surely nothing good happened to Kisuke, who used every opportunity to do business. Each
parade watched what he had given on the night of fraternal peace. Ururu easily shook her tambourine, happy and fun, making a great fuss. For its part, Jinta arming roar like the bottle and the stick, rubbing the second against the first.
- Kisuke Kisuke ...! - Yoruichi called the shopkeeper from the scandal that arming these two - do not think a botella de anís sea el mejor regalo para un niño. Así fomentas el alcoholismo entre la juventud.
- Yoruichi-san… Amiga mía, no te has fijado en que ya me encargué de vaciarla días antes – respondió guiñándole un ojo.
Sin embargo… Tessai no sabía cómo funcionaba la zambomba. Cogía el extremo y lo intentaba mover hacia un lado, sin éxito. Lo movía hacia el otro con igual resultado. Se encontraba estudiando el instrumento por todas las partes posibles cuando el pelirrojo le arrebató de repente el mismo.
- Tessai-san, eres torpe! – inquirió – Esto se hace así.
Se escupió una mano, hizo lo same in the other. Zambomba strongly gripped with one hand, and the other was ready to shake the stick protruding. Up, down ... Inside, outside .... Fast moves, fast, who managed to sound a characteristic that device.
- Jinta-kun ... How do you do so well? - Asked innocent Ururu to the amazement of everyone else.
- Well ... It takes practice - boasted the redhead.
- Jinta-kun, when you've practiced with a zambomba? - Tessai reproached him with scabies, the rightful owner of the rustic instrument.
To which the child could no longer zambomba to leave on the table, suddenly, as if they burn in their hands the same time his face was ruled by a reddish color, one might say they were a reflection of your hair.
- Take the instruments and will wrap. Let's take a walk - Kisuke cut to the chase with a twisted smile.
5 were launched into the streets trimmed with coats, gloves and other warm clothes because it was quite cold. In the case of Yoruichi in cat form, Kisuke him really hard a scarf tied around his neck and a zapatillitas fits his size to keep it will freeze the legs in contact with the frozen ground, that yes, he retained the grotesque announcing glasses next year with a week in advance. For its part, Kisuke looked filled his new hat.
Walking the streets groomed with ornaments also well known, were kicking the city. Jinta continued attacking the small Ururu, attacking it with the help of the stick, while she was only able to complain and Tessai shelter behind his shield. Urahara
chatted animatedly with his feline friend, both smiling and the look certainly had.
carefree walked until they reached a residential area of Karakura. Kisuke stopped running when he thought fit and, as if it were a military troop, sent them to develop: children in front, in front of the battle, and Kisuke Tessai behind, reinforcing the rear, and Yoruichi in the arms of his faithful friend.
- Tessai, change his instrument to Jinta - and continued with another proposed rule - Ururu, knocks on the door.
just took a moment for the resident of the house opened the door and found a very special group of people, each one more different. However, the inhabitants of the house was not surprised at all. Kurosaki was internal.
- Music and ... - Urahara started after which he began a musical roar, gradually began to take rhythm and sang along to the giant - "Towards Rukongai is a cat ... "
-" ... Rin, rin ... I patched, I patched.
I took a patch, Ichigo took it off. "- Chanted the children.
- "Loaded reiaaaatsu ...
Porta your zaaampakutouh ..." - continued the men, since Yoruichi was only doing bulk in the middle of this madness.
- "... Rin, rin ... I rem ..." - the children were interrupted when the blond shinigami substitute, to the door, tired of enduring this drivel and hit the door.
In the reaction of young Kurosaki, resumed the march toward the next target. They repeated the ritual were planted outside the house, the smallest of the coletitas rang the bell of it and waited patiently until the door were allowed to watch his second "victim."
- "In the Soul Society, no respect, honor and loyalty.
Aizen, Gin and Kaname attack on his integrity ... "- began again Kisuke.
- "Walk, walk, walk ... Go mess was armed.
Walk, walk, walk, nothing good happened ... "- accompanied, again, kids.
The static and taciturn Yasutora Sado was stoically enduring songs of the team "Urahara Shop." After the carol, the boy walked into the house and left it with a tray of Christmas cookies, to thank the good time that had passed.
When the children were to be served, an arm stuck between the kids holding the tray and emptied its contents into a bag under her coat.
- Do not eat anything. And split it later - he said the shopkeeper, before the eyes of the children questions and Chad.
The suspicions were the recipients of the instruments had been confirmed. It was Christmas Eve, but not ceased to be an opportunity to make a profit. So continued the round that he had secretly planned Urahara, who knows when.
- "The road to the Seireitei Rukongai
Baja to the ice-covered.
The shinigami come here ready to kill the hollow
cold and vile "
-" Rom pom pom pom, pom pom pom rom
. "- The children were in their roles under the receiver Christmas choir so special carol.
That letter did nothing to light the coals lying, smoking, inside of which was that Ishida was listening impassively, the innocent ditty.
the time ran out, as did Chad, got into his house and came out minutes later with something in his hands: a garment of diminutive size, made of wool. Urahara
grabbed him, curious to see what it was: a cap with a pair of fabric added to both sides.
- It's for you, Yoruichi-san - Uryuu gifted observer, he saw that the animal had ice floes in the ears.
- Aahhh! You look great - Kisuke said, putting it at once to her friend, who seemed to come alive when their ears resume some normal temperatures the rest of your body.
Following this altruistic gesture, the group was waiting as the single donated Quincy present for the cat. What was it? They left empty handed as, thereupon, Ishida thanked them politely that insidious melody and closed the door. There was not much difference between the substitute shinigami and "racial archenemy," the Quincy.
elongated faces of children denoted tired and cold. The little nose of Ururu turned a red apple, very sharp, while the little redhead liked to feel the coolness in her cheeks.
- We only have a house - Urahara managed to say to your device "pro-profit."
command Urahara Shop walked resigned, leaving guided by the eccentric boss, both in the store that night.
The shopkeeper was a window which was lighted, a sign that the house was occupied at the time.
climbed stairs that gave access to the said housing, Jinta knocked on the door, almost throwing it down as his despair was almost palpable.
The one that opened the door did not seem to be the original inhabitants of the house gave input as to the true owner of the residence.
- Hime ... I seek - Tatsuki said with disdain, the faithful friend of Inoue.
- Yoruichi-saaan! That monaaaaaaa! - Well-endowed blonde shouted after snatching cat Urahara arms.
The animal, like the rest of the night, it was left to do. It was useless to resist those humans, I knew, were always at his ball and almost never listened to what they lectured.
The blonde hugged her warmly, squeezing until Yoruichi could not help but get the grip and guard against "attacks fond" of the teenager. Mniobra evasive took effect as the girl placed it back on the floor after complaining known for the damage caused.
group remained attentive until the cat, perhaps in a fit of laziness, went in search of the arms of his friend Kisuke, returning to the good panoramic elevated position allowed.
- One, two, and ... - gave rise to start the director of the makeshift orchestra.
- "Twenty-five December
Fum, fum, fum
December Twenty
Fum, fum, fum" - this time Carol began with the involvement of children.
- "A very small shinigami
juubantai captained his face with hideous
Well it seems another thing" - the adult section was singing this part.
- "Fum, fum, fum" - concluded the kids.
The excited host burst into joy and words of joy for describe the song that they offered their new friends, tried to learn to tune that blows the judoka who shared that evening in the absence of family.
As above, got into the pantry and took a lot of strange jars of preserves, among which peeped a tin of chocolates and a cucumber salad, bottled, seasoned with honey and caramel syrup.
- Inoue, do not think that is to your liking ... - murmured Arisawa for the sake of the singers.
- What do you mean, Tatsuki? Authentic delicatessen! - Said taking the bag with food prepared by more flamboyant than they had seen in their lives, whose combinations could be worse than separately.
She said goodbye to the group. Shortly after closing the door, came back the judoka with a little cash on hand.
- Take ... To antacid - cared for them, he knew that it could Inoue delicacies cause a stomach ulcer.
Kisuke quickly grabbed the little money they offered Tatsuki and kept it for safekeeping.
Back to the store, went to the room by the spruce reigned. Kisuke pulled the riot that had achieved that night. For children not discuss among themselves for who llevaba más o de mejor calidad, fue el tendero el que distribuyó los bienes ganados.
De manera que la comida de Orihime fue repartida entre los niños y Tessai; éste último le sacaría un buen provecho y haría que pareciesen comestibles, mientras que los niños tenían la misma cara de enfado y desilusión que cuando vieron los regalos asignados.
- ¿Qué hay de lo que nos dio el gorila y Arisawa-san? – replicó Jinta.
- Aquí no hay nada más – mostró Kisuke la bolsa vacía destinada a recoger lo que les daban como aguinaldo.
- Kisuke…. – dijo Yoruichi, para que terminara de repartir lo que escondía con much suspicion. Urahara could be worse than any of the children present.
- Okay ... - finally capitulated, pulling the candy from Chad and placing them on the table.
Children threw them like wild beasts, devouring them quickly, so that adults just might take some cake. When exhausted, the cat again intervened.
- Kisuke ... - said in the same tone.
- Vaaale! - Said indulgently.
This time, he took the money wisely handed to the astonished faces of viewers in the makeshift ceremony of the distribution of Christmas goods. "
- This for me, this for you, this for me .... This for me, this for you, this for me ... - distributed the tickets that gave Tatsuki good for earmarked to antacids.
- Do not you think that had more "me" who "you"? - Asked the bold red, looking stunned the small amount that had them compared to the boss.
- Hale, haleeee .... Go to sleep! - Sent the children to their rooms
Small obeyed reluctantly Tessai was responsible for cleaning up the mess table they had left before going to the street where the collective household servant.
Left alone, the cat looked at Urahara enarqueando an eyebrow, a gesture skeptical.
- Kisuke ... you of what there is.
- Ahh ... "He who takes part and shares the best part" - lectured the shopkeeper to his old friend. Second
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