He Who Protects

He Who Protects Kurosaki Ichigo. Seventeen Years Old. Substitute Shinigami.

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Possibly rebooting.

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ichigo-san!!!! :o [CLINGS TO HEAD]

   nO

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                       ❝Oh yeah. School and shit huh?

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   “That, and other things. Training and school don't mix.”

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                       ❝I thought you left me you shit

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   “I've been kinda busy.”

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Bleach 3rd Opening- Ichirin no Hana

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                       ❝Ichigo-chan

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   “--... Why are you crying?”

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Who am I? I'm nobody! 

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re-   by   君しの 

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   “--Finally, I'm home...”

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Merry Christmas, Baka.

         With the woman being busy with paperwork she hadn't had much time to get her gift ready for Ichigo nor did she really have much time to spend with him on the day of Christmas either. Sadly it seemed as though she could only make late visits when he was asleep or while he was off doing his school work like a good student. Even so, Rukia did seem to worry about him, regardless of how many times she visited him. Maybe it was love, who knows.

           As a soft exhale left her system she had to check that she had her gift and even that the little Christmas dress she picked out for the occasion was on right. Couldn't be too careful with weather like this not like the cold bothered her much to begin with.

             With a bit of hop in her step, she swiftly made her way towards the Kurosaki home. Her gifts neatly tucked into a bag that she would give to the man upon greeting him. It wasn't much, but she tried her best with the scarf she had gotten him -- of course their was not a single rabbit on it okay maybe one. A plate of cookies that she made with Momo along with a few tickets for him to get into Soul Society without having to get himself almost killed on the way there and last but not least a mistletoe.

                "...Hopefully he is up." She really didn't want to wake him, not in the middle of the night at least. 

            A bit of a smile formed onto her visage as she reached up to knock on his door, fingers grasping the mistletoe to surprise him with as soon as the door would open.

                      Merry Christmas, Ichigo~.

   The sound of the door knocking would alert him of the presence of another, but her reiatsu gave her away. A subtle huff of amusement as he stood up, slow steps being taken as the Christmas shopping he had done earlier wore him out. He had bought all of his comrades and friends at least one item, and he had to buy things for his younger sisters and his father, of course. 

   Features usually hardened were softened as the door opened, but noticing the mistletoe--that barely reached his head--being held up by the petite Shinigami, there was a flash of bewilderment. It wasn't hardly even eye level with him. After a moment of silence, he smirked at her attempt.

   “--Don't both people have to be under the mistletoe?” He teased, before pulling it from her and holding it higher for her.

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   “--...”

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… the two that share destiny.

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Can I just talk about how sad it makes me to look at a Shinigami/Soul x Human pairing because the Shinigami will outlive the Human? And that I think their memories would fade away once they become a Soul, thus having no knowledge of their Human life?