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So. Yeah. Life, my bad. AatW's next chapter is done but needs to be beta-ed and my beta has run off to beaches and sunshine (or something) so I am trying to remember who I asked before. I do believe it was tangerine_haze. *wanders off to inquire about that*
I wish I had some sort of gift to tide you all over.
I've got an unfinished IchiIshi story, will that work? Anyone could finish it off! It could be like a party. A Choose Your Own IchiIshi adventure party. OMG LET'S DO IT. :O
Take it where you will! Maybe I'll add my own ending eventually. >.>
Cautious (Incredibly Tentative Title)
It used to be that Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t know that I existed. I was quite fine with that state of affairs; peace and quiet suit me better than loud hair and gang fights. Yet ever since the day I first introduced myself to the Shinigami…
I’ve never been able to tell if the boy is massively inobservant or just unwilling to tell people what he can see. He seems clueless enough for the former yet just as likely to do the latter. He has no reason to tell people what he can observe about them, since I suppose doing so will just change their behavior. He probably enjoys what little consistency he can find in his bizarre life.
Kurosaki’s observation skills have my attention now because, whereas before he had not afforded me a passing glance, he now looks at me with slightly widened eyes as if surprised by what he sees, and eyebrows not pinned so closely together in stress. I know he does it often, even though I only bother to catch him at it occasionally. Then he looks away and pretends to be gazing at something else. Strange boy.
On days I become annoyed by his choice of view, I quirk an eyebrow and watch him until he becomes bothered enough to either scowl or stop.
Then he just switches to watching my hands. He must be supremely bored, or perhaps he just wants to copy my notes. He does well enough in school as far as I know, he just has a shaky attention span. His notes are probably disorganized, so once, fed up with his strange behavior, I offered to let him look through my notes before a test. His brow furrowed more than usual, and he looked confused. Bothered, actually. I couldn’t have injured his pride, or he would be yelling at me already, so I must have triggered some inner dilemma. Then he grudgingly asked if I would please help him study, as his grades had been slipping.
I could have sighed in relief. How stupidly simple. All that staring because he was too embarrassed to ask me for help? How like Kurosaki. I knew he had little sisters and a disarmingly vivacious father, so I told him I would tutor him at my apartment. He muttered something about it not really being tutoring, but I told him to shut up. I threatened that he better not waste my time.
He didn’t. He was quiet, and studious, and soft-spoken. It was a side I didn’t even imagine Kurosaki possessed. It seemed as though he felt he was imposing on my domain, and he tread as lightly as he could. Courteous of him, and odd. He left, and did excellent on our next test. I was a little proud of myself and of him, I admit.
He didn’t stop watching. His eyes seemed to change again, from widened to lowered lids, filled with…something. I didn’t know what it was, but Kurosaki was the only one I knew who could let you know he was feeling something with just his eyes. Not the little wrinkles or twist of the mouth, just the intensity of his eyes. It’s an unnerving quality.~That's all I got!~
So. Yeah. Life, my bad. AatW's next chapter is done but needs to be beta-ed and my beta has run off to beaches and sunshine (or something) so I am trying to remember who I asked before. I do believe it was tangerine_haze. *wanders off to inquire about that*
I wish I had some sort of gift to tide you all over.
I've got an unfinished IchiIshi story, will that work? Anyone could finish it off! It could be like a party. A Choose Your Own IchiIshi adventure party. OMG LET'S DO IT. :O
Take it where you will! Maybe I'll add my own ending eventually. >.>
Cautious (Incredibly Tentative Title)
It used to be that Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t know that I existed. I was quite fine with that state of affairs; peace and quiet suit me better than loud hair and gang fights. Yet ever since the day I first introduced myself to the Shinigami…
I’ve never been able to tell if the boy is massively inobservant or just unwilling to tell people what he can see. He seems clueless enough for the former yet just as likely to do the latter. He has no reason to tell people what he can observe about them, since I suppose doing so will just change their behavior. He probably enjoys what little consistency he can find in his bizarre life.
Kurosaki’s observation skills have my attention now because, whereas before he had not afforded me a passing glance, he now looks at me with slightly widened eyes as if surprised by what he sees, and eyebrows not pinned so closely together in stress. I know he does it often, even though I only bother to catch him at it occasionally. Then he looks away and pretends to be gazing at something else. Strange boy.
On days I become annoyed by his choice of view, I quirk an eyebrow and watch him until he becomes bothered enough to either scowl or stop.
Then he just switches to watching my hands. He must be supremely bored, or perhaps he just wants to copy my notes. He does well enough in school as far as I know, he just has a shaky attention span. His notes are probably disorganized, so once, fed up with his strange behavior, I offered to let him look through my notes before a test. His brow furrowed more than usual, and he looked confused. Bothered, actually. I couldn’t have injured his pride, or he would be yelling at me already, so I must have triggered some inner dilemma. Then he grudgingly asked if I would please help him study, as his grades had been slipping.
I could have sighed in relief. How stupidly simple. All that staring because he was too embarrassed to ask me for help? How like Kurosaki. I knew he had little sisters and a disarmingly vivacious father, so I told him I would tutor him at my apartment. He muttered something about it not really being tutoring, but I told him to shut up. I threatened that he better not waste my time.
He didn’t. He was quiet, and studious, and soft-spoken. It was a side I didn’t even imagine Kurosaki possessed. It seemed as though he felt he was imposing on my domain, and he tread as lightly as he could. Courteous of him, and odd. He left, and did excellent on our next test. I was a little proud of myself and of him, I admit.
He didn’t stop watching. His eyes seemed to change again, from widened to lowered lids, filled with…something. I didn’t know what it was, but Kurosaki was the only one I knew who could let you know he was feeling something with just his eyes. Not the little wrinkles or twist of the mouth, just the intensity of his eyes. It’s an unnerving quality.~That's all I got!~