ICHIGO KURASAKI vs ULQUIORRA SCHIFFER part 1
Ah, hell. I was late again. Soul reaper au no soul reaper I had to still follow the education steps to blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. I glanced at the clock. 8:34 AM. I shrugged thinking that it would be okay to be late again. I aliiba a glance at my closet door. Nothing. The door was closed and there was no sound coming from it. I started toward the closet but stopped myself. No! Scolding myself to be less desperate I hurried out of the door. I could hear my dad crying and yelling his heads off. I didn't even wanna know why. Yeah, my dad was one hysterical parent. No normal parent for me. My mom died when I was five. I had blamed myself for her death but this soul reaper thing had made me think otherewise. My mom was murdered. kwa a hollow. Those sick creatures make me wanna slice them into pieces. They are part ghost and part monster. Let's just say they are good souls gone bad. Every time my zompakdo goes through one of them it feels like I'm collecting the little pieces. Pieces I owed my mom. That's why I'm involved. To pay my mom's death deed and for 'her'. Rukia Kuchiki! The name blew through my mind like a whirlwind. No one had thought that I, Ichigo Kurasaki would ever fall in upendo with anyone. They were too damn wrong. Because I can and I had. Rukia believed that I had power in me even before she gave me her power of a soul reaper. Belief. The one thing I thought I didn't had. Until Rukia came into my life and until the event of my trip to 'florida'. A small kengele rang through my mind. The memories rushed into my mind. She was staring at me. Her zumaridi, zamaradi eyes had been flooded with tears. "I believed wewe Ichigo. Even before wewe met Rukia and before wewe became a soul reaper." I had stared at her blankly. Orihime's tears fled down to her neck. Her machungwa, chungwa hair was fluttering through the little breeze which blew. "I couldn't stand up for myself when needed. But wewe were there for me. wewe saved me. wewe cared for me. wewe were always there. wewe were what kept me erect all these days. I had always wanted to return the favour kwa saving wewe when wewe were in trouble..." I remembered opening my mouth to say that wasn't necessary when her inayofuata words hit me like a ton of bricks. "...because Ichigo Kurasaki, I loved you." Image after image had flashed through my mind. The siku I first met Orihime in the park when she had hurt herself while rollarskating and I remember helping her to her feet and wiping her tears away, the siku Orihime and I started going to the same school, we had only been six back then, the siku Orihime Lost her only family and she had cried her eyes out. I remember trying to comfort her and her sad zumaridi, zamaradi green eyes had been thankful. All the days I remember spending my childhood with her flashed through my mind. My mind had been reeling. I wanted to let my knees give away and the blood on my hands to bleed forever. The blood on my forehead had fled down to my eyes making my vision a blur. I had glanced at the figure before me. The figure was joined kwa another figure. I blinked several times to clear my vision. I gritted my teeth when I realized who it was. He put his pale white skined hand on Orihime's shoulder. I wanted to yell to let her go but the words were not mine to tell. My moyo had suddenly a voice of it's own. Because what was happening infront of me was a dream. A big fucked-up nightmare! Orihime turned around to face who should be her enemy, but I had seen the little spark brightening her eyes before she faced him. Ulquiorra's face wasn't inaonyesha the usual grimness and its 'I shall kill Ichigo and his Marafiki soon as possible' look. No, I was sad to say he had a caring look on his face. His eyes had showed upendo for her. LOVE! I had understood what was between them I couldn't see before because there was a big illusion curtain on it. The electricity between them was so visible that I had picked up my zompakdo and ran to them carrying my zompakdo high to probably slice whatever was between them. Ulquiorra glanced up and all the kindness flooded away. His glowering gray eyes glared at me. Orihime turned around and before I knew what she was doing, I was on my knees again. I shook my head to clear my mind. "Ichigo, don't fight me. wewe were once part of me. But now wewe choose to leave. I can't force wewe to return." Orihime's soft and sad voice rang through the wind. I looked up to find Orihime looking at me with disappointment and Ulquiorra staring at me with amusement. I stammered to get up on my knees. "And I can't force wewe to stop this fucked up nonsense. But Orihime, do not make this choice that wewe may regret later." Orihime had hanged on to my every word. She gave me a half-smile. "No Ichigo, what I regret after and before is making the mistake of loving you." Her words had been so hurtful that I didn't think I could look at her any more. But I did and the pain inside me had turned to anger and the anger had risen to a new level. "That's the most fucked up thing I ever heard." I yelled at her. Orihime just shook her head. Her face was a mixture of sadness and happiness. Ulquiorra took Orihime's hand. Orihime glanced lovingly at him. I had wanted to puke my guts out. Before I could say something that might just might change Orihime's mind, I passed out. Before I did I heard Orihime's whisper tickling my ear. "Goodbye, Ichigo. Know that I will always look after you." I had woke up to find myself back on the kitanda our vacation house had to provide. Rukia's strict face was filled with worry. Uriah was looking a bit shocked and thoughtful. Jack's face showed worry too. All the people I cared about was there. Except Orihime. Except Orihime...My mind reeled back into the future. My super hysterical dad was crying his eyes out near the poster of mom. A rush of another sadness hit me. But I quickly hid it. I didn't want to be weak and vulnerable infront of my family. My sisters had always believed I was the strong one in our family. They always looked up at me as if I was a role model to them. I lifted my one brow up for good effects. "How many times do I have to tell wewe not do 'dramatic loss of mom' infront of your own family? We have passed on wewe know. It's your time now. Why can't wewe be zaidi grown-up?" I yelled at dad. Dad turned aroud. His eyes were bloodshot. I felt bad for saying what I had said. I shouldn't have yelled at him. He deserves to cry for her loss. But then again I remembered a buried memory in my mind. I remebered Orihime grieving her brother's loss siku kwa day. Her brother had been filled with guiltiness of leaving her and sadness for the way she lived without him. He couldn't rest in peace because of it. The guilitiness of it had turned him into a hollow. And I had restored him. That night was one of the sekunde time I had done my soul reaper thing. But I had been doing a part of soul reaper job under circumstences of Rukia's power. I remember Orihime nearly dying that night. Orihime...her picha filled my mind. Her departing words on that particular siku stung my heart. I quickly shoved all the memories of her away. "Mom can never rest in peace if wewe don't songesha on." I alisema in a much softer voice. "She will be filled with guilitiness for us. Don't let her do what she might regret if she was alive." I hadn't exactly wanted to mention even a tiny bit detail of a transformation of a hollow. But dad has to understand. He seen ghosts all his life just like me. But he wasn't a soul reaper. My family had weirdness of seeing ghosts ever since mom's death. Atleast my theory is that. But it may not be. Since dad and I could see ghosts before mom was dead. I knew because he told me and mom died trying to save me. I had seen a girl trying to drown herself in the ocean. I cried out to her and went running to save her. But it was a illusion. It was a hollow. His target wasn't me. It was mom. There was a storm that night and the waves were angrily crashing against the shore. Mom had come running to me and threw me to the pwani while she got to fulfill the purpose of the hollow. He had sucked the life out of her and I had seen everything. I just didn't tell anyone except Orihime and Rukia. I shook myself again and snapped back to reality. Dad looked at me with the same sadness I was sure I had every time I thought about mom. Then he did something unexpected. He hugged me. "Ichigo, thank wewe for being the son I never thought I could have. wewe are your mother's son." I patted him on the back awakardly. Dad squeezed me tightly. "Okay, see dad I have to got to school so I can't do the dad and son bonding." Dad instantly let me go and pushed me toward the door. "Don't ever be late again son. wewe missed breakfast." And as if nothing happened he walked away. I shook my head in disbelief. Then remembering I was late I ran all the way to school.
"Kurasaki, you're late." Mr. Rujaki spat the words at me as I entered the classroom. I glanced at him and flinched. Talk about fucked up teacher gone bitchy teacher. His little eyes glared at me. "Sorry, won't do anything like that again." I alisema in a boring voice. My eyes went to the empty kiti, kiti cha infront of me. I sighed. Uriah caught my eyes and mouthed 'focus'. I nodded and walked to my seat. Mr. Rujaki glared at me and turned to the rest of the class. "Students, we have another student joining us. And I hope this student is zaidi punctual." His tiny eyes went to me. I rolled my eyebrows. Education? Who needs it? My usual blabbering inside my head died as I saw the glimpse of the 'new' student. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Class, please welcome our new student Ulquiorra Schiffer." Uriah's mouth dropped open. Jack's expressionless face showed anger. I gritted my teeth so hard I was surprised it didn't fall. My glowering eyes met his gray eyes. Ulquiorra was back and Orihime wasn't with him. This time and I will make sure this time he get's a pretty good fucked up lesson from me.................................................
THIS IS THE FIRST shabiki FICTION I WROTE ABOUT MY inayopendelewa anime TV SERIES
-NEESHI-
Ah, hell. I was late again. Soul reaper au no soul reaper I had to still follow the education steps to blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. I glanced at the clock. 8:34 AM. I shrugged thinking that it would be okay to be late again. I aliiba a glance at my closet door. Nothing. The door was closed and there was no sound coming from it. I started toward the closet but stopped myself. No! Scolding myself to be less desperate I hurried out of the door. I could hear my dad crying and yelling his heads off. I didn't even wanna know why. Yeah, my dad was one hysterical parent. No normal parent for me. My mom died when I was five. I had blamed myself for her death but this soul reaper thing had made me think otherewise. My mom was murdered. kwa a hollow. Those sick creatures make me wanna slice them into pieces. They are part ghost and part monster. Let's just say they are good souls gone bad. Every time my zompakdo goes through one of them it feels like I'm collecting the little pieces. Pieces I owed my mom. That's why I'm involved. To pay my mom's death deed and for 'her'. Rukia Kuchiki! The name blew through my mind like a whirlwind. No one had thought that I, Ichigo Kurasaki would ever fall in upendo with anyone. They were too damn wrong. Because I can and I had. Rukia believed that I had power in me even before she gave me her power of a soul reaper. Belief. The one thing I thought I didn't had. Until Rukia came into my life and until the event of my trip to 'florida'. A small kengele rang through my mind. The memories rushed into my mind. She was staring at me. Her zumaridi, zamaradi eyes had been flooded with tears. "I believed wewe Ichigo. Even before wewe met Rukia and before wewe became a soul reaper." I had stared at her blankly. Orihime's tears fled down to her neck. Her machungwa, chungwa hair was fluttering through the little breeze which blew. "I couldn't stand up for myself when needed. But wewe were there for me. wewe saved me. wewe cared for me. wewe were always there. wewe were what kept me erect all these days. I had always wanted to return the favour kwa saving wewe when wewe were in trouble..." I remembered opening my mouth to say that wasn't necessary when her inayofuata words hit me like a ton of bricks. "...because Ichigo Kurasaki, I loved you." Image after image had flashed through my mind. The siku I first met Orihime in the park when she had hurt herself while rollarskating and I remember helping her to her feet and wiping her tears away, the siku Orihime and I started going to the same school, we had only been six back then, the siku Orihime Lost her only family and she had cried her eyes out. I remember trying to comfort her and her sad zumaridi, zamaradi green eyes had been thankful. All the days I remember spending my childhood with her flashed through my mind. My mind had been reeling. I wanted to let my knees give away and the blood on my hands to bleed forever. The blood on my forehead had fled down to my eyes making my vision a blur. I had glanced at the figure before me. The figure was joined kwa another figure. I blinked several times to clear my vision. I gritted my teeth when I realized who it was. He put his pale white skined hand on Orihime's shoulder. I wanted to yell to let her go but the words were not mine to tell. My moyo had suddenly a voice of it's own. Because what was happening infront of me was a dream. A big fucked-up nightmare! Orihime turned around to face who should be her enemy, but I had seen the little spark brightening her eyes before she faced him. Ulquiorra's face wasn't inaonyesha the usual grimness and its 'I shall kill Ichigo and his Marafiki soon as possible' look. No, I was sad to say he had a caring look on his face. His eyes had showed upendo for her. LOVE! I had understood what was between them I couldn't see before because there was a big illusion curtain on it. The electricity between them was so visible that I had picked up my zompakdo and ran to them carrying my zompakdo high to probably slice whatever was between them. Ulquiorra glanced up and all the kindness flooded away. His glowering gray eyes glared at me. Orihime turned around and before I knew what she was doing, I was on my knees again. I shook my head to clear my mind. "Ichigo, don't fight me. wewe were once part of me. But now wewe choose to leave. I can't force wewe to return." Orihime's soft and sad voice rang through the wind. I looked up to find Orihime looking at me with disappointment and Ulquiorra staring at me with amusement. I stammered to get up on my knees. "And I can't force wewe to stop this fucked up nonsense. But Orihime, do not make this choice that wewe may regret later." Orihime had hanged on to my every word. She gave me a half-smile. "No Ichigo, what I regret after and before is making the mistake of loving you." Her words had been so hurtful that I didn't think I could look at her any more. But I did and the pain inside me had turned to anger and the anger had risen to a new level. "That's the most fucked up thing I ever heard." I yelled at her. Orihime just shook her head. Her face was a mixture of sadness and happiness. Ulquiorra took Orihime's hand. Orihime glanced lovingly at him. I had wanted to puke my guts out. Before I could say something that might just might change Orihime's mind, I passed out. Before I did I heard Orihime's whisper tickling my ear. "Goodbye, Ichigo. Know that I will always look after you." I had woke up to find myself back on the kitanda our vacation house had to provide. Rukia's strict face was filled with worry. Uriah was looking a bit shocked and thoughtful. Jack's face showed worry too. All the people I cared about was there. Except Orihime. Except Orihime...My mind reeled back into the future. My super hysterical dad was crying his eyes out near the poster of mom. A rush of another sadness hit me. But I quickly hid it. I didn't want to be weak and vulnerable infront of my family. My sisters had always believed I was the strong one in our family. They always looked up at me as if I was a role model to them. I lifted my one brow up for good effects. "How many times do I have to tell wewe not do 'dramatic loss of mom' infront of your own family? We have passed on wewe know. It's your time now. Why can't wewe be zaidi grown-up?" I yelled at dad. Dad turned aroud. His eyes were bloodshot. I felt bad for saying what I had said. I shouldn't have yelled at him. He deserves to cry for her loss. But then again I remembered a buried memory in my mind. I remebered Orihime grieving her brother's loss siku kwa day. Her brother had been filled with guiltiness of leaving her and sadness for the way she lived without him. He couldn't rest in peace because of it. The guilitiness of it had turned him into a hollow. And I had restored him. That night was one of the sekunde time I had done my soul reaper thing. But I had been doing a part of soul reaper job under circumstences of Rukia's power. I remember Orihime nearly dying that night. Orihime...her picha filled my mind. Her departing words on that particular siku stung my heart. I quickly shoved all the memories of her away. "Mom can never rest in peace if wewe don't songesha on." I alisema in a much softer voice. "She will be filled with guilitiness for us. Don't let her do what she might regret if she was alive." I hadn't exactly wanted to mention even a tiny bit detail of a transformation of a hollow. But dad has to understand. He seen ghosts all his life just like me. But he wasn't a soul reaper. My family had weirdness of seeing ghosts ever since mom's death. Atleast my theory is that. But it may not be. Since dad and I could see ghosts before mom was dead. I knew because he told me and mom died trying to save me. I had seen a girl trying to drown herself in the ocean. I cried out to her and went running to save her. But it was a illusion. It was a hollow. His target wasn't me. It was mom. There was a storm that night and the waves were angrily crashing against the shore. Mom had come running to me and threw me to the pwani while she got to fulfill the purpose of the hollow. He had sucked the life out of her and I had seen everything. I just didn't tell anyone except Orihime and Rukia. I shook myself again and snapped back to reality. Dad looked at me with the same sadness I was sure I had every time I thought about mom. Then he did something unexpected. He hugged me. "Ichigo, thank wewe for being the son I never thought I could have. wewe are your mother's son." I patted him on the back awakardly. Dad squeezed me tightly. "Okay, see dad I have to got to school so I can't do the dad and son bonding." Dad instantly let me go and pushed me toward the door. "Don't ever be late again son. wewe missed breakfast." And as if nothing happened he walked away. I shook my head in disbelief. Then remembering I was late I ran all the way to school.
"Kurasaki, you're late." Mr. Rujaki spat the words at me as I entered the classroom. I glanced at him and flinched. Talk about fucked up teacher gone bitchy teacher. His little eyes glared at me. "Sorry, won't do anything like that again." I alisema in a boring voice. My eyes went to the empty kiti, kiti cha infront of me. I sighed. Uriah caught my eyes and mouthed 'focus'. I nodded and walked to my seat. Mr. Rujaki glared at me and turned to the rest of the class. "Students, we have another student joining us. And I hope this student is zaidi punctual." His tiny eyes went to me. I rolled my eyebrows. Education? Who needs it? My usual blabbering inside my head died as I saw the glimpse of the 'new' student. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Class, please welcome our new student Ulquiorra Schiffer." Uriah's mouth dropped open. Jack's expressionless face showed anger. I gritted my teeth so hard I was surprised it didn't fall. My glowering eyes met his gray eyes. Ulquiorra was back and Orihime wasn't with him. This time and I will make sure this time he get's a pretty good fucked up lesson from me.................................................
THIS IS THE FIRST shabiki FICTION I WROTE ABOUT MY inayopendelewa anime TV SERIES
-NEESHI-
