Disasters In The Kitchen Can Make A Princess A Hollow
It was about 2 in the afternoon. The sky was calm and there was a gentle breeze outside. Quite the pleasant Saturday. Ichigo was off to the Soul Society, and had ordered Shirosaki to stay in the house. Shiro, being the frisky little devil he was, tried to abide with his counterpart's orders. However there was no one around at the Kurosaki house, nothing to do, and he had grown bored of dropping water balloons at the pedestrians passing by on the sidewalk.
This boredom was too much for the hollow, he had to get out of this dead house as soon as possible. He peeked his head out of the window, looking to see if Ichigo was anywhere near, he couldn't feel his reiatsu. Doesn't hurt to be safe, he didn't need that guy chewing on his ass again.
With a swift leap out of the window, the hollow set forth down the side walk looking for a place to go. After a few minutes of walking and looking around, his stomach began to grumble loudly. A hand made its way to his stomach, he rubbed his own belly comforting himself from the hunger. Shiro remembered that Ichigo's friend Orihime was a good cook, perhaps she had some goodies for his highness to nibble on.
Going only on memory, he eventually found his way to Orihime's house. Spotting an open window, he crawled in and set for the kitchen. The strong smell of cereal filled his nostrils, and lead him straight to the pantry. He fumbled loudly through the boxes to find the sugary supplement, not too concerned on if he was spotted or not.