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[crxaelita-blog]

Penguin Antics

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backdated: a few weeks ago!

crxaelita‌:

Aelita opened her door to find Ichigo standing there with a penguin in his arms. Her eyes immediately sparkled at the sight of the animal but it narrowed upon sight of the wound on its body. She questioned the male about what happened, ushering him into the room and closed the door. She took out a few towels she had in her luggage and placed them on the table. She gently took the animal from him and put it on top. 

“It must be really hurt and tired. The poor thing isn’t even trying to escape from us. Where did you find it?” 

tw: mentions of blood, animal harm. 

'caring' typically isn't a trait that comes to mind when referring to ichigo, if you were to ask anyone. anyone except for one or two of his friends, and maybe that one girl ichigo spends a decent amount of his time worrying over, aelita -- even then, though, when he cares he struggles to show it, to the point where he just accepts that people won't think he really cares because it's easier to just take that attitude and roll with it. 

so he himself is a little surprised by how he reacts when he rounds a corner headed back towards their resort and hears the garbled, sad sound of a creature obviously in pain. "what on earth-" he stops in his tracks, furrows his brows and takes a step toward the sound. at first, he's cautious, his hand resting on where his wand sits in his back pocket (it could be a magical creature, and a foreign one at that) but when he sees the source, he blinks several times. there's a tiny little pile of blue and white feathers, and some spatters of blood on the grass next to it. it's shivering, and still making that sound -- ichigo the uncaring finds himself frowning deeply and crouching down next to it, making a tsk sound with his tongue. ichigo is human, after all -- no human can see a small creature hurting and not feel something. 

that being said, he has no idea what to do. eyes slightly wide, ichigo tries to scan for what's wrong but all he can't see the actual wound without touching the bird. he can interpolate from the way it's shaking and the amount of blood on the ground, and some kind of pawprints going off into some bushes to the side that it's most likely been attacked... and luckily, not eaten. there's no guarantee that he can do anything for it, but even still, ichigo feels the urge to try to pick it up and hold it in his arms. i can't do that, that's unsanitary, is his first thought. is there a potion that would protect him from the bird flu? probably not. he glances up at the path he was walking on before, eyes searching for someone else who could help him or offer advice -- but no one else seems to be in the area. damn. as ichigo presses his lips together and looks back at the little bird, fighting with himself, a cold breeze blows by, ruffling all of the little feathers as the bird whines weakly. 

"ah, to hell with it." ichigo takes off his scarf and uses it to scoop the penguin into his arms as it cries in protest. "don't you complain, i'm trying to help you!" he scowls lightly as he realizes his scarf will be stained, but he, uncharacteristically, realizes that he doesn't really care. 

as he stands up and holds the shuddering bird close to him with both arms, he wonders if he knows any spells that could help... but no, most likely not, because he'd never wanted to apply himself in care of magical creatures. magical creatures? -- immediately, his young friend's face pops into his mind. ah, aelita. even though this is a regular animal, he thinks, she knows much much more about this kind of thing than he does. 

this is how he finds himself at her door, his arms aching a little from the combination of the cold and having his arms in a locked position to keep the bird warm. he's a little bit surprised (and relieved) that it's still breathing -- he can feel its tiny heart beating even through his layers of clothing. it feels strange to literally hold a life in his hands, and maybe that new sense of responsibility is what makes him so urgent as he walks into the girl's room. 

"i didn't see what happened, i just found it like this just off the trail a little ways away." he answers as calm as ever, though his eyes are glued to the little bird on the table and his brows are still drawn, showing his worry. "it was attacked, i think. though i didn't see by what.' he glances over at her. "can you do anything?" his frown deepens. “it’s dying, right..?” he adds, unhappily. 

[crichigo-blog]

* trust

[crichigo-blog]

crshiro‌:

(...)

          you deserve it all. he pauses in his spot. he should’ve expected it, and in the last moment, he supposes he kind of did, hair standing erect at the back of his neck. he turns to see a reflection of himself stare back at him, armed with a cheshire grin. anger, bitter child. how does it feel to be all alone? 

     ah ah, don’t argue with me, even ichigo will grow tired one day, leave you like your parents did. haha, oh man, ‘leave you like your parents did’, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? imagine it! another violent end for someone so close to your heart — will his blood stain your hands? ahh, like i said, you deserve it. we deserve it.

          shiro simply stares.

the mention of house points has ichigo pursing his lips. it would be nice to earn points for slytherin for once -- proving himself as a good slytherin has always been something on ichigo's mind, since he was a little kid. he nods, although the impromptu side-hug makes him wrinkle his nose. he doesn't return the weird hug but he also doesn't shove him off like he'd do to others; truthfully, he doesn't hate it that much, shiro's affection did take some getting used to but by now, it's sort of nice sometimes. (but he'd admit that to shiro over his dead body.) 

they make it into the clearing, and an eerie feeling churns ichigo's stomach as he stares, frowning, into the misty air around them. shiro is still talking about something until even his voice dies down. ichigo's brows furrow. the fog doesn't scare him, not consciously, but the creepy feeling in his stomach is similar to what he felt back at school when he first noticed something wrong with his friend before -- well, being stabbed. 

he doesn't think he's going to be hurt this time. at least, he's not supposed to. this trip isn't supposed to be anything but maybe a little unnerving or weird -- ichigo reassures himself that whatever he sees can't scare him. it's a reflection of himself, right? whatever it is will probably just tell him what he knows, reminding him of the awful things he's said and done that he already thinks about more often than he'd like to. for someone who spends most of his time in his own head, something like this will be easy for ichigo to handle... he thinks.

but there's shiro here, too. ichigo finds it hard to imagine that he'd be badly affected. in fact, he's not all that worried about him at all until he notices, too late, that he's frozen directly ahead of him -- ichigo almost runs into him. the sight of seeing his friend so suddenly still does make ichigo's heart skip a beat, even if he's still not scared. 

"shiro?" he moves to peer over his shoulder, trying to see what he's looking at. nothing. just more fog. then why is he seeing tension in his shoulders, what’s that discomfort rolling in tangible waves off his body? he reflects back on what they warned them about, the illusions they're potentially going to see. he doesn't answer. the fog having blanketed all the other sounds of the wild, the silence is unnerving. 

"oi, seishiro." worry starts to seep into his tone and his hand is coming up to rest on the other's shoulder, shaking it lightly. ichigo willingly touching him would normally be a cause for celebration, but shiro is obviously preoccupied. "you’re seeing something right now, right?--" obviously, he answers himself. it's sort of a rhetorical question. a shiver goes down his spine, and though he finds himself curious about what shiro is seeing, or hearing; he knows now is not the time to ask. he really can't fathom what it could be, though, which makes ichigo wonder just how much he still doesn't know about his best friend. "remember it's not real, yeah? let's keep moving.” 

he hopes those house points will be worth it. 

[mewssings]

                                      broken people get recycled.                                          ( && i hope that i will. )

[crichigo-blog]

* save me

+ @crmalcolm

for someone who doesn't enjoy the outdoors in the first place, this last leg of the trip is sort of a nightmare for ichigo in its own right, the only thing that makes it bearable is the fact that he gets to spend time with some of the people he likes the most. maybe he'll even admit that he's having fun, sometimes, at least more than he would if he had gone with his original plan to slave away in that office for the summer -- 

that being said, 'fun' isn't in ichigo’s current vocabulary as he drags his feet along the narrow dirt path he's been sent down, arms crossed over his chest as a cool breeze blows past, making him shiver. when the teacher asked him to go find the lost gryffindor, at first he thought she was joking -- it couldn't be more clear that ichigo is the worst person she could've asked. but refusing would've meant having to explain to her and the group of other students why he doesn't want to go help malcolm because apparently his disgruntled expression and flat 'no thanks' wasn't enough. maybe the teacher did it to him on purpose -- this does sort of feel like a punishment. 

regardless, he did agree without much of a fight because he does like to get along with the teachers when he can and, admittedly, part of him did feel a twinge of worry for malcolm when someone pointed out that he hadn't come back to their group yet. not because he really cares but it seems pretty in-character for malcolm to wander off and run into trouble and ichigo doesn't want him to be hurt -- he might not like him, but he's still human -- besides, it'll feel pretty satisfying to be the one to find him and hit him with a nice 'you're an idiot and i'm better than you' speech ... or something. ichigo’s tantalization skills are getting rusty; it’s been a while. 

"malcolm!" he calls out, lighting his wand with the lumos spell and waving it around a little, as a beacon of sorts. it feels weird to say his name without following it with an insult or something; it feels even weirder considering how long it's been since they've actually spoken. ichigo can't deny he's been avoiding him for the duration of this trip because their last encounter was... weird. he remembers being nice to malcolm, for one, and more pressingly malcolm being -- concerned? soft? -- with him and even though he has the excuse of being possessed back then, the memory has been messing with his head ever since, enough so that instead of picking fights whenever he sees him, ichigo avoids eye contact, or pretends to be talking to someone else. has he been obvious? maybe. but malcolm hasn't approached him to say anything either way, so maybe he feels awkward about it too. 

by the time ichigo reaches the end of the path, he's chewing on his lower lip and debating turning back to get someone else to do this instead. but as he stops, his ears pick up what sounds like a stream or a small river a little ways ahead. a river means there's a clearing -- and he's more likely to be able to see malcolm from there if he's around. before he  leaves the path, ichigo has a thought: he then takes off the necklace he's wearing and fastens the chain around a low-hanging tree branch to mark the beginning of the path, just in case. ( because if he managed to get himself lost while looking for his potentially lost nemesis, it would be pretty humiliating. )

he reaches the water and looks around, and immediately, thankfully, he sees a flash of red a few meters down the way, where malcolm is crouched on some rocks and looking at something in the water. 

the sense of relief he feels at not having to look for him too hard is replaced immediately by the dread he gets upon realizing he has to actually talk to him now. he comes closer, but the water flowing past masks the sound of ichigo’s footsteps and malcolm still hasn’t noticed his presence. after a long, fairly awkward silence ichigo announces himself by loudly clearing his throat. 

"the supervisors are looking for you," he says, putting out the light on his wand with the nox spell and then folding his arms over his chest again. "by the sound of it, they should be keeping you on a leash." suddenly he remembers the 'furry' thing from months ago and he instantly regrets his wording. just think once before you speak, please, he begs himself, grimacing lightly. but he quickly changes the subject as malcolm finally looks over at him: "what are you doing out here, anyway?"

[crichigo-blog]

* trust

@crshiro

"i don't understand why we're doing this," ichigo says, his bored tone bordering on irritation as his voice echoes lightly off of the walls of the narrow tunnel. ichigo steps over some loose rocks, following his best friend closely to make sure he doesn't make a wrong step and stub his toe or something. they said the tunnel isn't long, but ichigo doesn't like the feeling it gives off. it's too cold in here for his liking, but shiro doesn't seem to mind as much.

the only reason he even agreed to go is because the possibility of collecting house points while they’re not even in school is far too tempting. ichigo wonders if this kind of thing is fun to shiro, or if he’s worried about the fog thing too. maybe he is, since he asked ichigo to go with him. although it isn’t all that unlikely that he just wants to spend more time with him, too; ichigo will admit that he’s been antisocial for the last few weeks, and he supposes this could be considered an ‘adventure’ for most -- but from the sound of it, this is just going to be an unpleasant experience. ichigo isn’t ever scared that easily, but the way they described running into themselves -- whether it’s a boggart, an illusion, or whatever -- it sounds weird, and he doesn’t know what to expect. 

the unknown is what gets him. but as long as it doesn’t mess with his mind or anything, he’ll be fine. the thought of being brainwashed or possessed or something like that again is what makes him anxious. it really didn’t feel... great, and it took a decent amount of time for ichigo to stop stressing about the aftermath of that whole fiasco. 

"did you hear what the flower is like? it just sounds like a drug," he complains bluntly. he’s aware that he’s just being dramatic, but shiro is used to hearing him whine like this by now and when they’re alone, the petulance tends to just jump out. he can’t help it.  “we’re basically being drug runners, shiro. happy vacation!” 

[crichigo-blog]

11

★ — childhood memories ! – eleven years old. 

there are a lot of things ichigo has done that he doesn’t want to remember, people he’s tried very hard to scrub out of his memory because it’s just too much for them to be there – but try as he might, that constant feeling of guilt hasn’t gone away. as he grows older he’s managed to cover it in a thick blanket of denial mixed in with excuses about being young, impressionable, so on and so forth. he tries not to think about his early hogwarts experience often, not consciously – (though lately it seems like he’s been confronted with it much more often than he’d like to be.)

in trying to smother his past, however, there are a few moments ichigo wishes he did remember, because his early years at this school were obviously not all bad but the details drift farther away from him the harder he tries to focus on them. it seems as though the universe decided that he’s racked up too many bad karma points and now ichigo doesn’t deserve to remember the good things, not after everything. he supposes that’s fair.

but sometimes, ichigo gets lucky. the nights when he gets a flash of something in his dreams, when he gets to wake up with an unfamiliar warmth in his chest and the ghost of a smile on his face before he catches himself and before the memory slips away from him again, leaving him frustrated and sad, more often than not. on those nights, he tends to roll over and squeeze his eyes shut, willing his sleep to take him back in time again but it never works. ichigo doesn’t dream about those good times often, when he even dreams at all. 

it makes him angry. why is his brain this messed up? can’t he let himself hold onto just this one good thing? even if it’s in the past, even if the boy is long gone now – he wishes he could just keep the good feeling in his heart and forget all the sadness and regret that comes along with it. 

“did you know the headmaster is a giant?”

ichigo blinks, eyes slightly wide. “really?” giants exist too? 

“yeah! don’t worry– i’d save everyone. you know how to take down a giant? you climb up their back… or something… and whack their head… i think. either way i’ll protect you though, so don’t be scared, okay?”

ichigo makes a face, staring at the other boy. he doesn’t really look capable of protecting himself, let alone both of them. “um… i’ll be fine i think,” he says. “i’m not scared of giants.” it’s a lie, but he doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of his seat-mate. they’ve been talking a lot, or at least the other boy has – ichigo knows more now about magic and owls and candy than his mum and dad ever explained to him. ichigo was nervous about the train ride at first, but he isn’t anymore due to the excitement of learning new things and making a new friend

his friend… yes, ichigo’s decided they’re friends already. even if they don’t know each other’s names yet. oh – 

“hey, what’s your name?” 

that’s where his memory usually cuts off. he doesn’t remember the name, or even his face – it’s been too long and the only thing he can clearly remember is the intense bundle of pain and guilt ichigo felt on the day he decided his best friend can’t be his best friend. decided is not exactly the right word, but ichigo only remembers feeling as though he had to. he can’t recall the conversation with his new slytherin friends or the exact argument (was it an argument? no, it completely one-sided, right? again, ichigo can’t think about the details too hard without it slipping away.) he does remember crying alone in the common room afterward, and all the anxious stomachaches he would get afterward seeing the other boy around the halls of hogwarts in the last few days of their first year. if those memories weren’t so clear, if the feelings weren’t so easy to recall, ichigo would’ve wondered if he’d just imagined everything about him. 

since reaching his upper years, he’s just assumed that he never saw the boy from the train after that year. he assumes he dropped out early, or transferred. that’s the only reasonable explanation – because if he had been around after that first year, why doesn’t ichigo remember seeing him around? and if they were as close as ichigo feels like they were back then, wouldn’t he have confronted him when they came back the next year? or at least said something? 

then again, ichigo’s memories of his first five years are hazy in general, and it gets worse the farther back he tries to recall; such is what happens when most of your teenage memories make you feel like absolute shit and the people you spent time with aren’t people you want to think about (with some very few exceptions) – he knows there’s a possibility his old friend is out there in hogwarts somewhere, but he’s always assumed that he would recognize him on sight. he half hopes to run into him someday and have everything return to him in a montage like it happens in movies.

– and then maybe he can finally apologize… or something. ichigo isn’t very good at admitting when he’s wrong but if he had the chance to see that boy again, he would try his best, if it meant any chance of having him back.

“…what’s yours?“ 

“ichigo,” he answers, his voice soft, a little shy. the boy pronounces it carefully, trying his best to make it sound like the way ichigo said it but it seems to be a little hard with his accent. 

ichigo nods his approval, and then, with added confidence: “it means strawberry." 

"nice to meet you, strawberry. can we be friends?”

ichigo nods, a little smile growing on his face. 

[crichigo-blog]

eric's bored and restless, wandering the apartment halls idly in search of someone he knows. he's soon rewarded with the sight of a potential target, back turned to him oh-so helplessly. he walks up to the older slytherin with evil intentions, resting his cold fingers on ichigo's bare neck with a snicker and a, "hey, cutie," preparing himself for a possible recoil or counterattack.

after stubbornly letting his friends go out before him, ichigo realized too late that staying home alone in his room isn’t actually as nice or relaxing as he thought it would be. he was originally against going out because it’s even colder today than usual, and despite usually boasting that he’s the ‘only sensible one’ in several sweater layers, he didn’t feel like getting cold. even if it meant getting to spend time with friends in the town… 

he’ll admit that he feels kind of silly. but he still has too much pride to text any of his friends, so he decides to leave his room and head out for a bit himself, hoping to accidentally-on-purpose run into one of his friends outside. he’s just adjusting his sweater, pulling up a bit on his collar when suddenly, there’s a sudden, cold sensation on the back of his neck. “wh-!” ichigo gasps as he tenses up, stopping in his tracks.

'hey, cutie.’ the scowl forms on his face as quickly as he can register the voice of the young slytherin, fixing him with a look even icier than his fingers as he takes a long step off to the side, knocking his arm away. “if you call me that again, i’ll end you.” it’s an empty threat, of course, it always is because ichigo has never been physically violent and he knows eric doesn’t mean anything by it anyway – but he’s still angry at being startled, so there’s still a fair amount of bite in his tone as the blonde holds his own hand to the back of his neck and glares. for god’s sake, why are eric’s hands so cold? ichigo hates the cold so much… “what’s wrong with you? is no one around to babysit?”

[crichigo-blog]

9

★ —childhood memories ! -- nine years old. 

"i first came to europe when i was nine." ichigo has a hot chocolate in his hands, loaded with far too much whipped cream -- as they walk down one of christchurch's sunny streets, a cool wind blows past. ichigo -- comfortable in his many layers for the most part, but sensitive to the cold -- scrunches his nose a little. 

he and aelita have been talking for some time, reflecting, for the most part, on their childhoods. they share only positive memories with each other, because not much happened to ichigo before he started at hogwarts and he would stay away from discussing any bad memories with aelita anyway.

"my father had been living and working here since i was really little. my mother told me early on that he was a wizard, but..." here, he almost smiles, offering a small shrug. "i didn't believe it. i was at the age where children start to doubt the stories their parents tell them, i think." there's a pause as ichigo wonders if he's generalizing too much. a lot of kids do believe in spirits and magic and whatnot until they're much older, right? it was ichigo's group of friends at his old school in japan that told him monsters weren't real. anyway.

 "when mother and i first moved in, i told my father pretty boldly that mom had been telling me made-up stories about him. then he pulled out a wand and turned my stuffed toy invisible to prove a point, which made me so scared that i cried and refused to speak to him for a week." 

it's true, ichigo at the time was so convinced that everything was just stories that having his father prove his magic use to him so bluntly gave ichigo a bad shock. it only took him a few days to actually get over it though -- he was a kid, and kids do like to believe in magic after all -- but he spent the rest of the week avoiding his father because he thought he'd turn his stuff invisible again. he only started speaking to him after his mother and father promised him that nobody was going to use spells on him or his toys anymore. 

ichigo's gaze flickers over to aelita's. "ah, sorry, my childhood stories are all pretty lame... i was a boring child." feeling tired of talking, he takes a sip of his hot chocolate, looking out at the street again. "i was happy, though."

[coruscorp-blog]

Childhood Memories

Send me an age and my muse will tell you one thing that happened to them when they were that age that they will never forget.

[crichigo-blog]

hello, I'm back!

since it’s been a while, I’d love to get some new threads started for the event ;w; pls like this if you’d like me to hop into your IMs, especially if we haven’t plotted anything yet (but feel free to like this even if we have) -- this goes for if you’d like to plot with matthew too!

[kentaloupe]

[crxaelita-blog]

Belated Downfall

[crichigo-blog]

crxaelita:

( . . . ) 

The hufflepuff sat there waiting, staring at the paper as she continued to wonder why this message was sent to her with only one sentence. 

“You’re the reason for Ichigo Sonoda’s downfall, Aelita Ahn.”

when he gets the text at first, he doesn't think much of it -- though aelita hasn't asked to meet him in a while and lately he's been wondering if he should reach out to her himself. he hasn't, though, because exams are coming up and he knows they're difficult for the seventh years especially, so he decided he would let her be, leave her to study. the message comes in when ichigo is just putting some books away after studying, so she has good timing -- he doesn't hesitate to get up and head to the garden. 

on any other day, he'd feel glad to see that she's doing okay -- but when he spots her where she's sitting down next to some daisies, she looks off. and she's staring at something. 

ichigo is a little alarmed. it doesn't take much for him to feel worried about aelita -- he's spent several years of his life feeling like he needs to make sure she's safe. protectiveness is something he never thought would be in his nature, but the young girl who has always been nothing but forgiving and kind is one of the few people he considers important enough for him to go out of his way. 

"aelita," he greets as he walks up, the corners of his mouth turning down. "what's wrong?" no small talk, no ‘how are you’s -- ichigo cuts right to the chase because he can put two-and-two together quickly, recognizing easily that the troubled expression on her face must be related to the paper held tightly between her hands. he squints, and though he can't read it from his distance, he can see red scrawled across the paper. 

"... what is that?" 

he has a bad feeling about this.

[crkaori-blog]

— delphinium.

[crichigo-blog]

crkaori:

( . . . ) 

     “at least get your feet wet, c’mon,” she puts on her best smile, all thoughts concealed from now onward. “i swear i’ll leave you alone afterwards?” her tone is tempting, bargaining. she just needs to get him closer to the water, then she can begin her master plan. “better now before i get shiro to pick you up and throw you into the water!”

when ichigo finally agreed to go out with his friends to japan, he was hoping their trip would include some museum tours, fancy hotels, or even a concert or something -- he wasn't all too pleased to find out that their first destination was going to the beach. he doesn't like being outside in the sun to begin with (and, to make matters worse, he didn't think of packing a bathing suit. or anything suited for the warmer weather, either. apparently he relies too much on air conditioning.) 

he parks himself under their beach umbrella pretty much as soon as they arrive, and he spends the first while trying to squint at the screen of his phone, but even in the shade of the umbrella, the day s too bright for him to be able to see anything. he's in the midst of grumping silently about it when kaori finds him. 

ichigo pulls his arm away from the tugging at his sleeve, making a face. there’s a twinge of affection he feels at her nickname for him, though -- icchan. his response comes out much softer than it would had ichigo been speaking to anyone else. 

"it's too hot to do anything, kaori. the shade is keeping me alive," he complains, then goes to scoot back further into the shade of the blanket before catching kaori's smile. 

ichigo squints even more, shaking his head. but kaori has an admittedly large amount of influence over ichigo sometimes, because he likes to see her happy. ( so what if he has a soft spot? it’s kaori. who doesn’t? ) 

while fighting himself, ichigo is reminded of why he came out here with his friends in the first place -- he wants to spend more time with them. after everything they went through at the end of last year, he wanted to try his best to get comfortable with them again and to at least try to relax... he even wants to have fun, as wild as that sounds. 

( although he doesn't really understand why 'having fun' has to equate to his suffering. )

"the water is cold," ichigo protests, though his resolve is weakening, "and the sand will stick to me--"

but he stops himself, and then sighs. making his way out from under the umbrella, he stands but immediately crosses his arms over his chest, hunching into himself a little. "alright, fine. but only my feet, okay?"

he looks down and blinks. right. he should probably take off his shoes first.

. . . and his socks...

[crichigo-blog]

★ — txt  : dem ;

[crichigo-blog]

crxdem:

( sms — gooder ) sorry, it just never gets old ( sms — gooder ) anyway. ( sms — gooder ) so public enemy #1 has highly questionable but i suppose objectively valid (???) tastes ( sms — gooder ) and this concerns you how?

[ txt — good ] what do you /mean/ valid? demetrius????  [ txt — good ] and i’m not concerned, just irritated [ txt — good ]  i was minding my own business but then he was being annoying so i called him a creep and then he said no, he’s a furry, and i didn’t know what the hell that was, but his explanation for it made no sense and talking to him makes me want to die so i asked you for clarification.  [ txt — good ] he also said something about me with cat ears and pink frills [ txt — good ] . [ txt — good ] i just made myself angry again. [ txt — good ] subject change: how was your day today? 

[crichigo-blog]

★ — txt : shiro ;

[crichigo-blog]

crshiro:

[ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  excuse me??? [ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  i have PLENTY of fans dude have you seen this face?? [ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  yeah like i said don’t sweat it kaori and i are doing good you’ve seen us she’s great. [ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  i mean… sure, you’re sorta soft lately but i wouldnt say you’re not worthy of being a snake lmaoo [ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  nice to see your ego intact sonoda [ ✉ ➝ sonoda, i ]  i suppose you’re easy on the eyes 

[ txt — 白 ] i /have/ seen your face! too often!  [ txt — 白 ] people who you bribe to be your friends don’t count! [ txt — 白 ] anyways... you’re right -- i’m glad you two are happy together. i know you won’t have a problem ignoring those people, but take care of kaori, okay?  [ txt — 白 ] ?? just ‘easy on the eyes’? that’s /it/?

[letaburns]

【 unforgotten memories 】

[crichigo-blog]

crxelizabeth:

the moment her name left his lips, a bright smile makes it way upon her lips, relief washing over her as she realized that she wasn’t the only one who had been holding onto the memories of the past, of their innocent days. the fact that he still remembered gave her hope that he’ll want to be friends with her again, her body language changing at this realization and she turns to regard him more confidently. a newfound hope fueling her actions. 

“oh, no, i didn’t need help on anything in particular, there were no other seats available so i just thought i would sit,,” she replies, trying to act nonchalant as she starts to pull her books out of her bag and placing then neatly onto the desk in front of her, arranging them in the way that she preferred before class started. a quick scan around the room would show that her excuse was slightly lack-luster, as there were plenty of empty seats all over the room, he was sure to find out that she had actually sat next to him out of choice. 

“oh, so i found a box of old school projects that we did together back at the old house,” she begins, trying to make small talk with him in an attempt to get back what they had lost. maybe things would never be the same again, but she hoped that they could at least move forward together from this point on. she really missed her old friend after all, “do you still remember that creepy paper mache doll that we made?” 

when she mentions there being no seats available, of course, he looks around -- there are four or five empty seats scattered around, most of them next to more friendly kids who would be easier to talk to than him. he raises his eyebrows slightly, but holds his tongue, deciding not to point out the lie. 

he’s visibly a little uncomfortable when she brings up the past. it has him shifting, looking off to the side slightly and wishing she would’ve just stopped at deciding to sit next to him. ichigo is easily embarrassed at mentions of his childhood and what he used to be like -- this is why he ignored elizabeth for so long in the first place. 

do you still remember that creepy paper mache doll that we made? he chews the inside of his cheek. yes, he remembers -- it’s a good memory, honestly. they worked hard as partners in class and despite their fairly scary-looking results, they got a good mark on it and at the time, ichigo was pretty happy. but he pauses when elizabeth mentions it so cheerfully, hesitating as he fights himself on whether or not he should pretend he forgot about that, too. 

in the end, he just shrugs. “not really.” but then, he softens the lie by adding something more truthful: “we did work on a lot of things together,” elizabeth seems happy that he’s talking to her. it’s a strange feeling -- he’s still fairly anxious for the conversation to end, but the fact that his childhood friend doesn’t hate him now after everything... it’s not so bad. 

“why did you keep all of that stuff?” he asks, peering over at her now, curious ( and maybe just the slightest bit endeared. ) “it’s not like they were very good quality or anything.” 

[crichigo-blog]

“hey, sonoda!” his voice is loud, boisterous, almost annoying cheerful as he waves the slytherin down after dinner. after a couple of days of not bothering ichigo in any way, malcolm is itching to pick a fight with him. he misses the sweet, sweet sounds of ichigo snarking like there’s no tomorrow. hmmmm, maybe he’s masochist? “looking grumpy as ever—get some sleep and try not to dream about me tonight.”

he’s spent the past few days in a blissful-like state, since, with mother at his side, he doesn’t need to waste so much time and energy on putting up such a front with everyone like he did before. he’s been around his friends ( his siblings ) more now, and, in general ( despite the  underlying, almost feverish feeling that won’t go away ), ichigo has been comfortable. 

he’s actually completely forgotten about his self-proclaimed enemy until hearing his voice just outside of the dining hall today. if ichigo was in his regular state of mind, him forgetting about malcolm would be a shock, considering how much time out of his day he’d normally spend seething about whatever he’s been up to. ichigo hasn’t had time to worry about the petty things these days. his love for mother has made him more peaceful and all he’s really been thinking about is how and when he can do things to make his mother proud of him. 

when he glances over his shoulder, rather than a scowl marring his face, his gaze is more or less blank – dreamy, almost.

he turns, then blinks, wondering to himself whether malcolm has become one of mother’s children yet. probably not, he thinks, the slightest shadow of his usual derision towards him affecting his thoughts as he stares back at him, mother doesn’t want bad children. if she chose ichigo, she wouldn’t choose someone like malcolm, right?

“why would i dream about you?” it comes off like his regular snark at first, though his tone is much softer. and then, even more unusual, a faint, calm smile appears on his lips as he tilts his head slightly. “i only dream of being with mother...”