Ichigo Kurosaki | 17 | Substitute Shinigami
{ Indie rp blog for Ichigo Kurosaki from 'Bleach. I do not owe anything but the words. }
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  The crimson minstrel solemnly nodded his head at a random passerby as morning greeting, he touched the bim of his hat ever so slightly in order to tilt it forward, discreetly concealing the eyes behind the mask. âSuch an enthralling morning we are blessed to breathe. Let us revel in its glory, contemplate the gifts light brings, and sing poems until dusk, waiting for the red moon to versify her own ballad.â
There were so many things that she wanted to say â that she really was capable of taking herself to and from the market, that she didnât want to be more of a burden then she had already presented herself as and that she was truly sorry that he felt he needed to accompany her when he had his own things to attend to. The words surfaced at her lips, ready to spill into a confusing web of muffled apologies and explanations.. but no matter how hard she tried.. they wouldnât come out.
Orihime cleared her throat, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise and goosebumps begin surface on her skin from the weather. She really was causing so much trouble and if she â hey, did he just.. just grab her shoulder?
  His sisters? What could he say? Yuzu was probably too weak, as Inoue said, to carry the bags, but Karin was completely different; she was amazingly strong since he could remember, but this time there were different reasons to have volunteered and go instead of her, one of them being the storm and another one the fact that he aimed to demonstrate how good of a brother he could be at times.
  "Ah... yeah, I think so. It would be better if I do it, I don't want them to catch a cold because of the weather," he said, considering unnecessary to explain further. "Do you have too many things to buy, because if so, I could help you carry them. I won't have a lot of bags myself, so..." he shrugged. He guessed she would refuse as usually, but asking didn't hurt anyone.
  Their way to the market was similar to their way the girl's home. Several puddles across the road hindering their step, a car passing by from time to time, splashing water against the sidewalk, reason why Ichigo stood at this side, ready to cover themelves with the umbrella every time the sound of an engine seemed to approach from behind.
  Soon they got to their destination. "Ahh," Ichigo sighed in relief once they came into the place; he closed his umbrella and shook his head to dry his hair. It was really warm inside, he would like to stay here for some time, but home was no different in temperature and the quicker he got to buy everything, the sooner he would be back with his family.
  "So..." The shinigami looked around and took a list out from his pocket. "I have to buy these things, you buy yours and let's meet here when we're done, alright?" Then he proceeded to look for the ingredients Yuzu needed to finish dinner, which only took him ten minutes. It ended up being so little that even both of his sisters could've been able to carry everything with no problem.
  "Ah, Inoue," he said, meeting her again when it was the moment to pay. "You got everything?"
             â Whatâs a soulmate? â
       â Itâs a..
            Well, itâs like a best friend, but more.
  Itâs the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone                                                              else.
Itâs someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they donât make you a better personâŚ
         you do that yourselfâ because they i n s p i r e you.
       A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever.
         Itâs the one person who knew you,
                and accepted you,
                  and believed in you
                            before anyone else did
                     or when no one else would.
          And no matter what happens.. youâll always love them. â
Several pedestrians began to make their way towards the nearby shops and cafes to take cover from the storm. They strung together in small groups, passing by and into the warm glow of the buildings. They were all chattering amongst one another, grim looks painted all of their faces.
She couldnât hear them behind the curtain of citrus locks that hung over her face as she bowed to the person before her, but she assumed they were grumbling about the storm and how it looked like it wouldnât be stopping anytime soon.
Orihime swallowed, cloudy grey hues scanning the pavement before her as she watched her hair drip and mingle with the other raindrops. It was difficult to recognize the voice of the person sheâd bumped into, but the harsh and aggravated tone that she could make out through the occasional crack of thunder made her think it was a male.
Oh! What if sheâd accidentally bumped into some kind of mobster from another country? Sheâd seen this kind of thing before - usually on the late night television shows that were broadcasted - where foreign gangsters take up base in small towns and are walking around late at night. An innocent bystander knocks into them, ruining their expensive shirt that was made in Italy.
The shirt requires special attention and cleaning, but the poor soul cannot afford it since they are one shake away from poverty. They end up having to be tossed into the river with cinder blocks tied to their feet for their insolence. Once in the river, they struggle for countless minutes to break free. It is a futile attempt, however, as they are sadly eaten alive by mutated fish that had been dwelling down there for years
  Ichigo patiently watched her show, initially rather awkward for the male, since she failed to recognize him at once, which led her to apologize in the most formal way possible. He kept his mouth shut, however, and let her realize everything herself, although the slight touch of her shoulder was perhaps an element to accelerate the process. As light as the tap was, his whole palm drenched in a second. How much time, he wondered, Inoue had been walking under the rain? This fact alone increased his concern, especially about her health.
  "It's okay, it's okay. It's just me," he gave a faint smile, rearranging the umbrella's position as soon as she straightened her spine. Now, first things first. He couldn't let her soaked clothes stay in such condition for longer or she would catch a cold anytime soon. Therefore, he turned around to face the same direction than her, placed an arm on her opposite shoulder and began to walk, heading her home. "I'm going to the market too, but unlike you, I did go out with the proper clothes and an umbrella."
  "I'll walk you home right now. You cannot be outside like this or you'll catch a cold, alright?" And so, without accepting any word of refusal, they began their way to Orihime's home. Small pools obstructed their path, sometimes endless rivers in corners' ditches, seas at streets' intersections. Their walk became a true adventure in which Ichigo's main goal was to prevent her from getting wetter. "Jump here," he'd say every time they encountered a wide pond impossible to walk around; "Wait," when its size was too much for her since, even if her legs were long (something Ichigo found strange to know from before because... why was this information he had stored in his brain?), Ichigo's were even more so, therefore he would first jump, stand in the opposite side to lend a hand to the woman so she could have a support to hold onto when she was in the air, to fall safely right beside him. "Good," he would compliment her leap.
  "Are you okay?" the usual question after each street. Soon they would be in front of her house. He had not been there enough times to have the way memorized, but with a few instructions, he was able to get there easily.
  "You know..." he said once they were standing at the door. "I'm sorry if I took this as an obvious thing, but I'm waiting here outside until you come back. I mean... you needed to buy those things, right? And I walked you home, so take your time and change your wet clothes so we can go to the market. Proper clothes. After all, you'll have an umbrella now, mine or yours, I don't mind." And he really didn't mind; there was no rush to get home and deliver the ingredients, for it was early and dinner could wait. His sisters, already accustomed to his sudden disappearances, wouldn't mind he would take longer than expected. Then again, his efforts to be a better big brother were futile, yet a friend now needed his help, how could he walk away and leave someone alone? There would be future times to demonstrate his brotherly love. Besides, these extra 'activities' would not add hours to his itinerary, it was merely two or three routes more to walk, from the shop to her house, from her house to the shop and, finally, from the shop to her house once again, because even if she brought her own umbrella, it was only natural and chivalrous to accompany a lady on her way back home. It would also be probably darker at this time and he wouldn't allow a friend to be alone in that condition, probably carrying heavy bags, still raining... no.
  It was his duty as a friend to be there. Always.
Daddy! last night I had a dream about you but you were dead! you were solid white and so was your hair! Daddy you aren't dieing are you?!
  âWhite?â The picture of one being came to mind, someone from years ago he barely remembered. Perhaps he was wrong believing he was gone forever⌠that seemed like the most probable thing after so much time, but now⌠Why his son? Why his dream? He has nothing to do with anyone but himself. Then why? âSon⌠donât you worry. It was a dream and nothing else. Iâm not dying⌠Do you see my hair?â he tilted his head downwards to let him touch it. âStill orange. And it will stay like that. Always.â
There was a collection of blinding white lights that prodded the darkening evening sky overhead. A swarm of pedestrians knocked elbows with one another in the midst of a rainy night. The low buzzing of communication between little groups mashed with each other, giving a vibrant rain of words as the rain acted as background music to the world. It still wasnât all that late, but with the picture of the outside as it was, it looked well into the night. The once beautiful crested moon hidden away, taking cover with the stars behind dingy clouds that earlier today werenât even near the beautiful sky.
She hadnât brought any kind of wonderfully bright, pastel-colored umbrella. In fact, she didnât even adorn a cozy kind of sweater-coat to her light clothing. Her naive mind had persuaded her earlier that there was no chance for this kind of weather to occur. That it would just be a delightful early summer evening with the mellow breeze at her back, nothing but the echo of school childrenâs delight to guide her on her way to and from the market to gather things for the rest of the week. It was suppose to be a fun little outing before she would go back home, try to contact Tatsuki and maybe invite her over for dinner or lunch tomorrow afternoon. A picnic was just the right think for this time of year.
  All because he was doing his best in order to be a good brother for once. Yuzu had informed about the lack of certain ingredients to finish dinner, for which her twin had promptly offered to go and get them at the store. Luckily, it was a evening free from Hollows for the shinigami, for he saw the chance to somehow and subtly make for his absence. All those times he randomly disappeared from home, leaving his family with a foolish father. "Stop there!" he had shouted, reaching for Karin's shoulder. "I'm going. Look," he pointed to the window. "It's raining and I don't want you to catch a cold." The girl shrugged her shoulders, indifferent, allowing her brother to go in her place.
  Now he walked down the road, heading to the store, a black umbrella in hand, wearing a warming, thick hooded jacket. Dark clouds gathered above the town in which seemed like a neverending storm; strange for a summer day, he thought. Karin must be a weather woman to have predicted such an odd phenomenom; its rarity was, actually, what led her family to ignore said prognostication, much to their embarrassment hours later, when the first drops fell upon their tiled roof.
  Storm already copious and thunderous, Ichigo lifted his gaze from time to time at the sound of each roar of the skies, tilted the umbrella slightly backwards, only to witness a complete penumbra, half the shadowed cloud, half the flanks of his device as if there was no boundary between them.
  There he stood still, contemplating the place from where the thunders came. Then another came and his sight followed its source. Only lightnings he saw every two minutes from different directions as the rain continued to fall onto the lower half of his face; drops slid down his cheekbones, reached the edge of his jawline to then fall onto his collar. "It's weird," he muttered to himself when the sight of an unrecognized silhouette bumped into his motionless body. "Ahh.."
  "Hey!" was his first reaction, almost instinctive. "Watch where you walk, you f--" There he put an end to his phrase, finally having a clear look of the person who had walked into him. "O-Oh... Inoue!" Identifying her (and he wondered why it took so long, considering how they have known each other for years; maybe it was the darkness, maybe how distracted he was...), Ichigo blinked in confusion, not knowing how to act. Apologize. There was no need to hear the full sentence to know it wasn't going to be a compliment or a nice request to be careful next time. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't know it was you! I-I didn't see you!"
  "Are you alright?" Ichigo placed a palm on her shoulder, noticing how wet her clothes were. "You're soaked..." he whispered, bringing forth the umbrella to cover her from the water. "Here." He examined her, coming up with own conclusions regarding her condition. Why was she alone walking under the rain with no umbrella or clothes suitable for the current weather? She was either careless or had no other option, like when one is escaping from something. Her expression, at least, didn't reveal anything strange, although the rain could perfectly conceal tears. Yet, he doubted that was the case.
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