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So I am alright. :D <3 Just been doing not a lot of anything. XD Because I'm lame like that. :D <3
Title: Light
CAT: Bleach
Warnings: Self insert, language, violence
Story Link: http://piratesboard.net/fiction/viewstory.php?sid=212
Series: Traveler of Worlds
Summary: I was guided by the lights of the dead. And I never found this job very easy and though they assured me my tears were well-founded, I still felt so very weak. But I was lucky to have my dear big brother and Kisuke to keep me company.
Notes: Wow, I dream oddly.
I don’t know all the details. And it’s really no surprise that neither of them will tell me. Hell, I don’t even know where they are right now. I should be mad, I should be hurt, I think if I was shocked I might feel better - but I’m used to things like this. I suppose there should be something wrong with me. At least in logical terms it would have made the entire job better.
I step into the court yard. The buildings are tall and grey, though they are supposed to be some sort of peach color. The clouds hang in every direction and I attribute them to the grayness of the buildings. My chest tightens as I recognize this place. It a high school, not my high school, but they all have the same feeling. I shudder, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
The one thing that makes this place worse than all the others is the cemetery. The students can pass and pay their respects. I don’t know why they’d put something so morbid around our future’s hope. They do, and like always I find my understanding of humans diminishing.
The graves are marked by names as most are. I find it curious that there are two candles on them all. Most of them are lit and well taken care of. I notice the ones with lights are very well kept, the scent of flowers wafts up to my nose. There are six straight graves with lights, the seventh is dim, grayer than the sky and the candles have long burnt out. I feel something brush passed me. I know the darkness well. I hold my breath.
I think that if either one of them was there I would feel better, I think it, I want it, and I know as soon as either one of them shows up its just going to be more troublesome.
I think quietly to myself and I watch my feet but when my meet his clogs I smile. I look up and his face looks so serious. I want to say something witty or funny - something that will bring that geeky smile to his face.
He speaks first.
“You know, Rae,” Urahara Kisuke takes a deep breath. “You need to make sure to pay your respects.”
“I know, Kisuke. I know.” My eyes look up to the sky and I want to continue the conversation. He seems so down and it tears at my heart.
“Leave her alone hat and clogs. We all know why we’re here.”
I’m not surprised by Ichigo’s words, but I do find it odd that he is coming to my defense. To mine of all people in the world. My eyes come back down to earth and I glance over to the young man.
“Don’t worry about it, Strawberry.” I say. I watch as Ichigo’s face distorts into disappointment and before he can argue, I reply, “I know, but it’s cuter.”
Ichigo’s blue eyes pause on me and I know he can see how uncomfortable I am here. He puts his hand on my head - even though I am older. He’ll humor me for now. “Fine, but let’s make this quick, huh?” His arms cross, “Is that fine?”
Urahara gives a slow nod, “Continue on, I’ll make this as quick as I can. Let’s proceed.”
The words process slowly and I think that maybe this won’t be so bad as long as I can work with Ichigo. He can be upbeat, and I know at the very least he’ll be safe. I chuckle to myself. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was keeping who safe.
“Rae?”
Ichigo’s voice snaps me back to attention.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay with this?”
No, of course I’m not. But I know he isn’t either. And he’s sucking it up to make things safer for his world, and I should be the same. I am trying, but there is something about cemeteries, something about the candles, and I think that finally I understand why we’re here.
“Ichigo, did you notice the candles?”
His reply echoes in my ears. “Only the ones that aren’t lit. But I can’t figure out how they would stay burning with the weather that is normal to this place.”
It rained a lot. I vaguely remember the conversation on the way here. I fell asleep using Ichigo as a pillow but he and Kisuke had gone over the details.
“The ones that are lit have hope.” I answer, “The spirits have moved on - they are content. Do you know what that means, Strawberry?”
I can tell he is thinking and he quickly comes to the answer I had. “It means that the ones that aren’t lit are the reason we’re here.”
I find my cheeks becoming wet. I can’t imagine why I’d be crying. Ichigo puts his hand on my shoulder and after a minute hugs me tightly.
“It’s okay, you know. If we’re here everyone can be at peace.”
I feel like he’s treating me like one of his younger sisters. I feel safe, I feel cold, and all of a sudden I feel sick. “Get Zangetsu.” I mumble, “Make it quick.”
“But what about you?”
I know he wants to protect me, and I have more experience working with Kisuke than I do Ichigo. And Kisuke knows me, but Ichigo hasn’t had the pleasure. I like working with him though, he’s comforting. He’s one of those people you can rely on.
I hear the scream of a hollow, I can hear the darkness, and I can hear the pain. There is some light, hope, I reckon. I can see the candles burning brightly and I can hear a few reassuring words from a man I do not know. I think it is Zangetsu, I hear him, I feel him, and I know he’s right when he says to ‘Trust the boy, trust me’.
“I’ll be fine as long as you do what you’re supposed too.”
“I don’t like the idea of using you as bait.” Ichigo concedes, “I trust hat and clogs and all, but, I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
I don’t like the idea anymore than he does. But we all do what we have to do what we have to do. And I’m used to being bait, and I’m used to running for my life. I shake my head, “There’s no backing out now. If we don’t do this, we don’t have another plan.”
I am not sure what makes me more uncomfortable - Ichigo’s cold stare or the hollow behind him. His body falls limp and I take off running in the other directions. The howl fills the air behind me and I think that I may be able to get somewhere safe but the area feels so closed.
I skid across the sidewalk pausing in front of a few dimly lit candles. I have nowhere to go. I see the wall; I think I can run up it. Because if you believe something hard enough than it is true. The power of your mind is a powerful thing. Your words and ideas can be a great tool. I think it would be amazing, because my mind is quite strong. I’ll just go for it, I have too. If a soul reaper can do it, I’m sure I could too.
I run my foot pauses on the wall and my legs are half balanced on the wall and the dirt, a grave between them. If I step down I’ll surely disrespect someone. Then one more candle will go out and Ichigo will be in trouble.
Who am I kidding, the laws of gravity apply to the living and that is why I cannot make it. I’m cornered, as per usual. I’ve been in this situation too many times. I can’t help but want to scream.
There’s a blue light and the howling stops. A hand reaches over to help me step down. Because with my luck I’d fall and disgrace us all.
“Sorry.” Ichigo huffs, “I wasn’t expecting it to be so quick.” His chest rises slowly as though he has to remind himself how to breathe.
“The bigger they are the faster they are, I’ve noticed.” I take a deep breath and cling to his robes. “I really don’t like this place.”
“I don’t either.”
“Hey kids!”
I’m amazed at Kisuke’s timing.
“Getting to know each other are we?” His smirk is half devious and half playful. It makes me want to slap the crap out of him.
Ichigo either can’t say anything or refuses too. It’s hard to tell.
“You’re just jealous Kisuke.” I answer, “That it’s him and not you.” I don’t know who looks more pleased me or Kisuke and poor Ichigo is stuck in the middle. I cling tighter to him.
Kisuke continues his words, “Oh well, I’m just an old man. I can see why you’d trade me in.” He seems to be enjoying this.
“Oh well then we are in agreeance!” I stick my tongue out at him. “Besides, he’s so handsome!”
Ichigo clears his throat. “Don’t we have work to do?”
And both Kisuke and I notice he hasn’t pushed me away yet.
“He’s right you know, Rae.”
“Oh shut it, Kisuke, Ichi and I have been doing twice the work you have!” Urahara smirks and I know what he’s going to ask. “He took care of the hollow, in case you’re not up to date on your plan, idiot.” My eyes narrow and Ichigo still looks like he wants to say something but can’t.
It takes us another three hours to clear the area of all the darkness and the lights on the grave become our only light. I sit next to Ichigo who looks me over for a moment.
“How long are you going to treat me like I’m one of your sisters?”
“Until you tell me how old you are.” Ichigo answers softly, “Hat and clogs said we were about the same age, but I just can’t believe him.”
A smile breaks my serious expression, “Strawberry,” he groans and his face becomes even more serious but not quite angry, “I’m 22.”
His face falters and he looks at me again but his eyes seem to look at me somewhat differently.
My id flips into his lap. And I head down the path to get on the train so we can go home. He looks at the small plastic item and jolts up. He wants to scream, I can feel it and instead he follows behind a few steps.
I think he feels silly for treating me like a kid. When we sit on the train Kisuke sits across from us.
“Hey, Big Brother,” My head rests on Ichigo’s shoulder. “I think if it’s okay with you I’m going to get some sleep. All that running made me tired.” I yawn and forget to wait for his reply.
Kisuke smiles, “Thanks for taking care of her Ichigo. She can be troublesome, but she’s a good kid.”
“She’s 22.” Ichigo corrects, “I just did what I had too.”
“She spends too much time looking after herself, that I think now and again she needs to be reminded we’re all here for her.”
“Yeah,” Ichigo looks down at me, I can feel his eyes. “But next time - come up with a better plan will ya?”
“Shouldn’t you remind me that there won’t be a next time?”
Ichigo shakes his head, “I would..I wish I could; but I know you better than that.”
Kisuke chuckles. He knows me and if I can prevent it, there will not be a next time. “It’s probably not me you should be worried about, Ichigo. This little sister is quite troublesome.”
End..?
Title: Light
CAT: Bleach
Warnings: Self insert, language, violence
Story Link: http://piratesboard.net/fiction/viewstory.php?sid=212
Series: Traveler of Worlds
Summary: I was guided by the lights of the dead. And I never found this job very easy and though they assured me my tears were well-founded, I still felt so very weak. But I was lucky to have my dear big brother and Kisuke to keep me company.
Notes: Wow, I dream oddly.
I don’t know all the details. And it’s really no surprise that neither of them will tell me. Hell, I don’t even know where they are right now. I should be mad, I should be hurt, I think if I was shocked I might feel better - but I’m used to things like this. I suppose there should be something wrong with me. At least in logical terms it would have made the entire job better.
I step into the court yard. The buildings are tall and grey, though they are supposed to be some sort of peach color. The clouds hang in every direction and I attribute them to the grayness of the buildings. My chest tightens as I recognize this place. It a high school, not my high school, but they all have the same feeling. I shudder, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
The one thing that makes this place worse than all the others is the cemetery. The students can pass and pay their respects. I don’t know why they’d put something so morbid around our future’s hope. They do, and like always I find my understanding of humans diminishing.
The graves are marked by names as most are. I find it curious that there are two candles on them all. Most of them are lit and well taken care of. I notice the ones with lights are very well kept, the scent of flowers wafts up to my nose. There are six straight graves with lights, the seventh is dim, grayer than the sky and the candles have long burnt out. I feel something brush passed me. I know the darkness well. I hold my breath.
I think that if either one of them was there I would feel better, I think it, I want it, and I know as soon as either one of them shows up its just going to be more troublesome.
I think quietly to myself and I watch my feet but when my meet his clogs I smile. I look up and his face looks so serious. I want to say something witty or funny - something that will bring that geeky smile to his face.
He speaks first.
“You know, Rae,” Urahara Kisuke takes a deep breath. “You need to make sure to pay your respects.”
“I know, Kisuke. I know.” My eyes look up to the sky and I want to continue the conversation. He seems so down and it tears at my heart.
“Leave her alone hat and clogs. We all know why we’re here.”
I’m not surprised by Ichigo’s words, but I do find it odd that he is coming to my defense. To mine of all people in the world. My eyes come back down to earth and I glance over to the young man.
“Don’t worry about it, Strawberry.” I say. I watch as Ichigo’s face distorts into disappointment and before he can argue, I reply, “I know, but it’s cuter.”
Ichigo’s blue eyes pause on me and I know he can see how uncomfortable I am here. He puts his hand on my head - even though I am older. He’ll humor me for now. “Fine, but let’s make this quick, huh?” His arms cross, “Is that fine?”
Urahara gives a slow nod, “Continue on, I’ll make this as quick as I can. Let’s proceed.”
The words process slowly and I think that maybe this won’t be so bad as long as I can work with Ichigo. He can be upbeat, and I know at the very least he’ll be safe. I chuckle to myself. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was keeping who safe.
“Rae?”
Ichigo’s voice snaps me back to attention.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay with this?”
No, of course I’m not. But I know he isn’t either. And he’s sucking it up to make things safer for his world, and I should be the same. I am trying, but there is something about cemeteries, something about the candles, and I think that finally I understand why we’re here.
“Ichigo, did you notice the candles?”
His reply echoes in my ears. “Only the ones that aren’t lit. But I can’t figure out how they would stay burning with the weather that is normal to this place.”
It rained a lot. I vaguely remember the conversation on the way here. I fell asleep using Ichigo as a pillow but he and Kisuke had gone over the details.
“The ones that are lit have hope.” I answer, “The spirits have moved on - they are content. Do you know what that means, Strawberry?”
I can tell he is thinking and he quickly comes to the answer I had. “It means that the ones that aren’t lit are the reason we’re here.”
I find my cheeks becoming wet. I can’t imagine why I’d be crying. Ichigo puts his hand on my shoulder and after a minute hugs me tightly.
“It’s okay, you know. If we’re here everyone can be at peace.”
I feel like he’s treating me like one of his younger sisters. I feel safe, I feel cold, and all of a sudden I feel sick. “Get Zangetsu.” I mumble, “Make it quick.”
“But what about you?”
I know he wants to protect me, and I have more experience working with Kisuke than I do Ichigo. And Kisuke knows me, but Ichigo hasn’t had the pleasure. I like working with him though, he’s comforting. He’s one of those people you can rely on.
I hear the scream of a hollow, I can hear the darkness, and I can hear the pain. There is some light, hope, I reckon. I can see the candles burning brightly and I can hear a few reassuring words from a man I do not know. I think it is Zangetsu, I hear him, I feel him, and I know he’s right when he says to ‘Trust the boy, trust me’.
“I’ll be fine as long as you do what you’re supposed too.”
“I don’t like the idea of using you as bait.” Ichigo concedes, “I trust hat and clogs and all, but, I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
I don’t like the idea anymore than he does. But we all do what we have to do what we have to do. And I’m used to being bait, and I’m used to running for my life. I shake my head, “There’s no backing out now. If we don’t do this, we don’t have another plan.”
I am not sure what makes me more uncomfortable - Ichigo’s cold stare or the hollow behind him. His body falls limp and I take off running in the other directions. The howl fills the air behind me and I think that I may be able to get somewhere safe but the area feels so closed.
I skid across the sidewalk pausing in front of a few dimly lit candles. I have nowhere to go. I see the wall; I think I can run up it. Because if you believe something hard enough than it is true. The power of your mind is a powerful thing. Your words and ideas can be a great tool. I think it would be amazing, because my mind is quite strong. I’ll just go for it, I have too. If a soul reaper can do it, I’m sure I could too.
I run my foot pauses on the wall and my legs are half balanced on the wall and the dirt, a grave between them. If I step down I’ll surely disrespect someone. Then one more candle will go out and Ichigo will be in trouble.
Who am I kidding, the laws of gravity apply to the living and that is why I cannot make it. I’m cornered, as per usual. I’ve been in this situation too many times. I can’t help but want to scream.
There’s a blue light and the howling stops. A hand reaches over to help me step down. Because with my luck I’d fall and disgrace us all.
“Sorry.” Ichigo huffs, “I wasn’t expecting it to be so quick.” His chest rises slowly as though he has to remind himself how to breathe.
“The bigger they are the faster they are, I’ve noticed.” I take a deep breath and cling to his robes. “I really don’t like this place.”
“I don’t either.”
“Hey kids!”
I’m amazed at Kisuke’s timing.
“Getting to know each other are we?” His smirk is half devious and half playful. It makes me want to slap the crap out of him.
Ichigo either can’t say anything or refuses too. It’s hard to tell.
“You’re just jealous Kisuke.” I answer, “That it’s him and not you.” I don’t know who looks more pleased me or Kisuke and poor Ichigo is stuck in the middle. I cling tighter to him.
Kisuke continues his words, “Oh well, I’m just an old man. I can see why you’d trade me in.” He seems to be enjoying this.
“Oh well then we are in agreeance!” I stick my tongue out at him. “Besides, he’s so handsome!”
Ichigo clears his throat. “Don’t we have work to do?”
And both Kisuke and I notice he hasn’t pushed me away yet.
“He’s right you know, Rae.”
“Oh shut it, Kisuke, Ichi and I have been doing twice the work you have!” Urahara smirks and I know what he’s going to ask. “He took care of the hollow, in case you’re not up to date on your plan, idiot.” My eyes narrow and Ichigo still looks like he wants to say something but can’t.
It takes us another three hours to clear the area of all the darkness and the lights on the grave become our only light. I sit next to Ichigo who looks me over for a moment.
“How long are you going to treat me like I’m one of your sisters?”
“Until you tell me how old you are.” Ichigo answers softly, “Hat and clogs said we were about the same age, but I just can’t believe him.”
A smile breaks my serious expression, “Strawberry,” he groans and his face becomes even more serious but not quite angry, “I’m 22.”
His face falters and he looks at me again but his eyes seem to look at me somewhat differently.
My id flips into his lap. And I head down the path to get on the train so we can go home. He looks at the small plastic item and jolts up. He wants to scream, I can feel it and instead he follows behind a few steps.
I think he feels silly for treating me like a kid. When we sit on the train Kisuke sits across from us.
“Hey, Big Brother,” My head rests on Ichigo’s shoulder. “I think if it’s okay with you I’m going to get some sleep. All that running made me tired.” I yawn and forget to wait for his reply.
Kisuke smiles, “Thanks for taking care of her Ichigo. She can be troublesome, but she’s a good kid.”
“She’s 22.” Ichigo corrects, “I just did what I had too.”
“She spends too much time looking after herself, that I think now and again she needs to be reminded we’re all here for her.”
“Yeah,” Ichigo looks down at me, I can feel his eyes. “But next time - come up with a better plan will ya?”
“Shouldn’t you remind me that there won’t be a next time?”
Ichigo shakes his head, “I would..I wish I could; but I know you better than that.”
Kisuke chuckles. He knows me and if I can prevent it, there will not be a next time. “It’s probably not me you should be worried about, Ichigo. This little sister is quite troublesome.”
End..?