In Progress~ I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you ...
Who: Hyuuga Neji and Kurosaki Ichigo.
What: Sparring.
When: January 1st, Evening.
Where: The forest clearing, where they always fight.
Warnings: Blood, fighting, probably some cussing on Ichigo's side.
The shinobi arrived early at the clearing, setting aside his weapons that he had received as gifts and moving to lean against one of the nearby trees. He tilted his head back, staring up at the falling snowflakes, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
He hadn't meant to be so touchy about the subject with Rukia, but it just seemed to hit a sore spot and he had a right to not tell anyone about his problems, right? They were his and his alone, if that's what he decided on. He didn't have to ask anyone for help.
His hands curled tighter, eyes shutting as he turned to face the tree and shoved his fist into it, leaving a rather large hole in the process.
It was rather cold and now, he was hoping Ichigo would hurry up. He wanted to get this weight off his chest.
What: Sparring.
When: January 1st, Evening.
Where: The forest clearing, where they always fight.
Warnings: Blood, fighting, probably some cussing on Ichigo's side.
The shinobi arrived early at the clearing, setting aside his weapons that he had received as gifts and moving to lean against one of the nearby trees. He tilted his head back, staring up at the falling snowflakes, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
He hadn't meant to be so touchy about the subject with Rukia, but it just seemed to hit a sore spot and he had a right to not tell anyone about his problems, right? They were his and his alone, if that's what he decided on. He didn't have to ask anyone for help.
His hands curled tighter, eyes shutting as he turned to face the tree and shoved his fist into it, leaving a rather large hole in the process.
It was rather cold and now, he was hoping Ichigo would hurry up. He wanted to get this weight off his chest.