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W-what are you doing?

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Why are you asking me which looks best? I’m crap at stuff like this, I dunno anything about dresses...

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You wanna stop riding my ass already? Pretty sure I can hit a hollow harder than you at this point...

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It’d been months since the ‘war’ had ended, some sense of normalcy having being returned to him for all he doesn’t think anything about his life has ever been normal. It is what it is though and Ichigo has learnt to find an odd sort of contentment in it, if for nothing more than the fact it allows him to protect those who cannot protect themselves. So it was that he’d continued acting as a substitute, reaping hollows and performing konsos as and when things came up.

There’d been a lull, and so it’d almost taken him by surprise to be disturbed in the middle of the night though as always he heeds it with bitching complaint despite no real irritation.

What he finds in some dark back ally does make him pause though, hand faltering from where it was reaching for the larger blade of Zangetsu. The hollow before him is small and birdlike, no bigger than a songbird. “What the hell?” Was this some kind of weird joke or something? He’s debating what the fuck he’s supposed to do when he hears a sudden thud behind him, spinning brandishing blade.

That’s more like it he supposes. This hollow was larger than him, towering in some owl-esc aspect head rotated as eyes fixed on him from their upside-down position. “Strange hollow...” It’s voice a low trill, sharp sting against his cheek as the smaller hollower draw blood fluttering past and tucking itself into the feathers of the larger. “Still hollow though.”

The pain is immediate as it flares in his head, body all at once feeling like lead as he staggers back as the hollow rights its head and flares wings while stepping closer. It doesn’t register quite what has happened, Zangetsu falling from lamed hands. Somewhere in his soul something twists, writhes in protest though it is ignored for now. “What--” Words slur off into a stagger, the intended finish likely being something along the lines of ‘what the fuck’.

They never find completion, sharp beak biting into shoulder with vice-like force before flinging him into wall. Follow up comes in the form of taloned foot crushing into chest, wheeze of breath as he fumbled blinding for smaller blade. Relief swells as numb fingers close in it, dragging it free and slicing the limb pinning him sending the creature reeling with angry screech.

Ichigo has no idea what the hell is going on, but what he does know is that he’s probably fucked.

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hazedmoon replied to your post: really? you're serious? not pulling my leg, are...

yeah me

You’d be better company.

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❝ kuchiki rukia. my, it’s been a while since i’ve seen a noble’s face ❞ the man stepped forward out of the shadows nearby urahara’s shop. this was what isshin did when he wasn’t home all those times. regaining his power with kisuke’s help. with that shady guy things always came with a cost --- him leaving his family for days just to protect them. everything about isshin screamed shinigami even if he was still in his gigai. those eyes --- the shiba’s distinct down-turn eyelids, but the color was off; a dark brown but with a soft gleam reflecting from within. the look in his eyes as he gazed at the young shinigami was one whose soul was old and tired, yet fierce. it was the gaze of a former captain. 

𝚠-𝚠𝚑𝚘...𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚎𝚗 ?

a question he couldn’t have finished. stuck within the world of the living after receiving horrible news of his nephew's death. oh, how that day became excruciatingly dark for isshin. to hear word come back from yoruichi who had passed it along to kisuke then to him. he never questioned how they both got in or out of the soul society without being caught...

𝚊  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜,  𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚒  𝚛𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚊.  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚢  𝚊  𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙  𝚑𝚒𝚖...𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚒𝚖.

the reminiscing stopped before he spoke up, tone of voice firm but now his gaze was fixated upon the darkened asphalt.  ❝ there’s some things i need to tell you. follow me. ❞ the man simply crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and turned away before walking into urahara’s shop. the usual table set up with food and tea thanks to the stuffed bounts was sitting upon the table.

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“You know,” he drawls, flat expression more than in line with his clearly frustrated words. He’d have thought time would have made her less frustrating, but really he thinks it’s just given her the confidence to be even more frustrating. Whatever bastard thought that was fair needed to be shot.

“You know,” he begins again. “For a noble or whatever you sure are unladylike. Who just goes around hitting people like that?! The hell is wrong with you?”

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