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Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 1Ichigo Kurosaki walked into his house, greeted by the smells of his wife's cooking. Letting out a sigh, he placed his knapsack by the door and walked through the doorway leading to the kichen.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime Kurosaki stood by the stove, her hands covered in red bean paste and her apron fitting tight over her round belly. Embracing her, Ichigo kissed her forehead lightly, rubbing his fingers through her delicate, auburn hair. Smiling, he broke their passionate hug and kneeled down, kissing Orihime's slightly rounded belly. "How was work?" Orihime's quiet voice was angelic.
Ichigo shrugged. He had been working for Urahara for a while to get money to support his family. After all, he did have quite the hand-
"Daddy!" A little girl with orange hair and flower hairpins raced over, hugging Ichigo's leg. Ichigo chuckled and lifted up the little girl, tickling her sides. She squealed with delight and laughed.
Orihime giggled, rubbing her daughter's head softly. "Maiko-chan was wonderi
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 4Maiko broke away from Orihime's hand, running up the stairs quickly. "Where's she going, Orihime-san?" Rukia asked, her right arm resting on her stomach.
Orihime smiled. "She's going to her room. Maiko-chan must want to show you something." Guiding Rukia into the living room, she helped the Shinigami sit down. "Now wait here a moment, Rukia-chan." Orihime turned, walking into the kitchen. Getting a plate out of the cupboard, she placed a generous helping of bread and red bean paste on the plate, she put a pair of chopsticks on the side of the plate. Walking back into the living room, she handed the white plate over to Rukia. "You look hungry. Eat."
Rukia blushed. "Oh! Orihime, you didn't need to make me a plate! I can wait." After saying that, Rukia's stomach growled loudly.
Orihime laughed. "Go on, Rukia! I know what it's like to be eating for two." Rukia hesitated, eyeing the food on the plate in her lap. "Is something wrong?" Orihime poked her head next to Rukia's, worry shining in
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 5Ichigo rubbed a hand through his spikey hair, sighing in utter defeat. Staring at his younger sister, he smiled. "When did this happen?" he asked, his voice calmer and much more relaxed.
Karin grinned, her tomboy-ish clothes fitting loosely around her thin frame. Her medium length hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. "Well Ichi-Nii, it happened about six months ago," her voice got misty. Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise. Is she daydreaming? he thought, shocked that the tomboy could be so girly.
Toshiro wrapped an arm around Karin's side, his stunning turquiose eyes softening. "Kurosaki Ichigo," he murmured, not bothering to look up at the twenty-two year-old. "I understand your protectiveness towards your younger sister. However," he paused, his voice becoming serious. "I honestly have no idea why you are so worried about us being together. Do you really think I would try to do anything to her?"
Ichigo stammered. "Well - no, I guess not." He felt his face flush a little bit. *I a
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 3Ichigo sighed, leading Renji and Rukia to his house. As they arrived at the front door, he rubbed his eyes, leaning against the door frame for slight support.
"Kurosaki? You all right?" Renji poked Ichigo's shoulder, with Rukia behind him. Rukia's face lined with worry. "Ichigo..." she began.
Ichigo waved his hand, dismissing the matter. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired." *Actually, I'm exhausted,* he thought to himself, *ever since Maiko was born, it's been constant work and taking care of Maiko. I don't know how Hime does it...& Smiling to himself, he turned to the two Shinigami. "Kids take a lot outta ya. You'll learn that soon enough," he explained.
Rukia's eyes widened in shock. "Ichigo! You have a child? When did that happen?!" she cried. Her face lit up with a small blush. *Did I really just ask that?*
Renji chuckled. "Rukia, I don't think you need to ask that," he teased.
"Idiot!" Rukia bantered. "I just need to catch up!" Smacking Renji hard on the back of his head, she le
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 6Karin squeezed Toshiro's hand as she walked through the door of her older brother's house. Toshiro squeezed her hand back in return and took a deep breath. "Is your brother always that paranoid?" he muttered, his turquoise eyes glowing from the artificial light coming from the living room.
"Well, Ichi-Nii can be a little protective," Karin sighed, pulling out her messy ponytail, her ebony hair settling on her shoulders and brushing her back. Putting the ponytail on her wrist, she walked into the living room.
* * *
"I can see you two have finally stopped fighting."
"Shut up, Rukia," Ichigo retorted quietly, trying not to let Maiko hear what he was saying; He didn't want her to repeat anything bad he said any time in the near future. Feeling Maiko tug at his Shinigami robes, he looked down at his cute daughter gently. "Pick me up?" she whispered, her voice innocent like Orihime's.
"One second." Ichigo walked over to his lifeless body. Bending down, he went back into his body and stood up
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 7Rukia slowly stood up, stumbling slightly. "Then I guess Renji and I need to head out if you need to get Maiko to bed."
"Yeah, us too, Ichi-Nii." Karin got up, holding Toshiro's hand.
Ichigo jerked his head up quickly, opening his mouth to protest. "H-Hey! Just because Maiko needs to get to bed soon doesn't mean that you guys have to leave. Make yourselves comfortable in the living room."
Orihime got up, walking over to her husband. Hugging his side gently, she smiled. "Tonight's Strawberry-kun's turn to bathe Maiko, so I can show Rukia-chan how to prepare for the baby. Even so, it will take time to adjust to the tiny child in the home." Giggling, her eyes glowed with memories.
Ichigo blushed at Orihime's embarrassing nickname. Does she have to call me Strawberry-kun in front of everyone? Shaking his head, he chuckled softly.
Rukia's eyes glowed. "I suppose I will need some help. Thanks, Orihime. Renji-kun," she turned to her husband. "do you think that you could help Ichigo with bathi
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 8Rangiku Matsumoto cried out as a Hollow smashed into a building, debris pelting her. "Growl, Haineko!" she yelled, pulling her zanpaktou out of its sheath. Immediatley, a gray fog started to swirl from her sword and enclosed the Hollow. The Hollow roar, trying to force its way out of the whirling ash. Rangiku swiped her sword handle, and she heard the Hollow cry out as the ash cut its head straight down the middle. Letting out a sigh of relief, Rangiku summoned her sword back and sheathed it.
"Matsumoto-chan!" Rangiku turned to find Momo Hinamori running to her.
"Hinamori..." Rangiku murmured in surprise. "Is everything alright?"
Momo panted softly. "Has Shiro-chan returned yet?! He hasn't returned in 6 months! I've heard Central 46 is started to have suspicions that he's involved in Hueco Mundo's entryway into Soul Society."
Rangiku crossed her arms. "Captain Hitsugaya hasn't returned yet. I don't want him to be accused of treason again after that one incident," she said in a serious
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 9Yoruichi cradled the sleeping girl in her arms, flash stepping quickly to Isshin Kurosaki's home. Sighing to herself, she came to a sudden stop in front of the residency. Walking up to the door, she knocked on the wood rapidly. Hurried footsteps sounded from behind the door and Yoruichi took a step back when the door slammed open. "Who's there?!" Isshin Kurosaki cried.
Yoruichi slapped her hand over his mouth quickly. "Quiet!" she hissed, trying to lull Maiko back to her sleep. "Your granddaughter is asleep!"
Isshin removed her hand from his mouth. Eyeing Maiko, his gaze softened. "She sure has grown since the last time I saw her."
"Here, take her." Yoruichi gently handed Maiko to Isshin, making sure her Kon doll was still in her hands. "Keep her safe. Ichigo will kill you if you don't."
Isshin sighed. "Don't worry. Get going."
Nodding, Yoruichi flash stepped away from the house. I have to catch up before they leave the World of the Living, she thought. Suddenly, an ear-piercing roar s
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 10Ichigo ran a hand through his hair, furrowing his brow in thought. "Ichi-kun?" Orihime tugged on his hand gently. "Is everything alright?"
Ichigo smiled, pulling his wife close to his body. Squeezing her shoulder, he murmured in her ear. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just thinking." *Dammit! Now she knows something's up! I'm worried on how long we'll be here... If she has our baby here, I don't know what I'll do!*
Orihime grinned. "That's good." Reaching up to peck him on the cheek with a kiss, she brushed her hand through his hair, placing one of her flower hairpins in his orange hair.
Ichigo reached up and pulled out the hairpin slowly. "When'd you get these?" he asked, remembering how the hairpins normally stayed in Maiko's hair.
Orihime laughed. "When I went to go kiss Maiko. I had a feeling something important would happen tonight."
Ichigo gave his wife a look of disbelief. "Why do you freak me out like that? You are so... Unique." He chose the word carefully, so as not to
Protecting Her Rear"Hurry up Ichigo or all the good ones will be gone!"
Ichigo couldn't help the slightly skeptical look he gave his girlfriend as she tugged on his arm. He tried not to let the girl pull him off balance as she yanked on his arm forcefully more force than he would have anticipated. Apparently, she was REALLY keen on getting to the comic book store.
Sighing, Ichigo moved his long legs a little faster as he said, "Orihime, I doubt they will run out of comic books so soon. The whole thing only started 15 minutes ago and it only takes about 10 minutes to get there."
Orihime's face had a determined look as she declared, "That's what I thought last time! But when I got there I only just managed to get about half of the comics I wanted while the other half were completely gone!"
With a sigh, Ichigo said, "Fine. I just hope you can keep up."
Ichigo's stride lengthened so that he had overtaken Orihime and was now in the lead in a matter of seconds. When he looked back, he couldn't help the sm
Ichigo x OrihimeLate at night, the stars shine bright, even in the city. The moon shined brightly, like a pendant around the neck of the sky, the bright blue moonlight shining on the city below.
Ichigo Kurosaki stood outside his house, leaning against the wall near his front door, looking up at the moon. "Damn…this is the quietest night I've been through in quite a long time." Between hunting down hollows and saving the human realm from anything that attacks it, most of which happened at night, Ichigo could not remember the last time he could remember a quiet night. In fact, the only action around his house was when the police had to chase down someone who broke into a house down the street. And as Ichigo ran a hand through his orange hair, he really hoped it'd remain that way for a long, long, time.
And that's when his phone rang.
"Great, now what could it be?" Ichigo pulled out the phone. A blue and pink cell phone no less, and each time he saw it he had to roll his eyes. The phone that his dad had
Ichigo and Rukia: When I Was GoneAs he knew what was about to happen, he played an act. But that was not true. We both played an act. Miserably.
"... this is goodbye, Ichigo.", I said, trying to hide the sadness in my voice.
"... seems like it, doesn't it?", he said with a fake smile.
"What's that? Don't look so sad.", I taunted him while crossing my arms in front of my chest. Or better while trying to protect myself against the uprising sadness. "Even if you no longer can see me, I will still be able to see you."
"What the hell? That's nothing to be happy about. And I don't look sad!", Ichigo said and scratched the back of his head as he always did when he was insecure and didn't know what to do or to say. We both hid our true feelings.
We wanted to keep that miserably act up. We both knew how we felt for each other. But it was impossible for us. Not in this world and possibly not in any other. All there was left for us was our little act that hurt the both of us.
We stepped closer to each other. My head was
Reunion (Tanabata Contest)She touched the other side of the bed; it was cold.
She sighed, got up and walked slowly to the window. The night sky was filled with stars, shining preciously against the dark cloak.
She felt the wind pick up, her long hair flying everywhere through the open window. Her face was set on the moon until, with a last look over her street and over the sleeping town, she stepped back and closed the curtains.
Another night alone
Another night without him
She knew where he was, she knew he had to be there, she knew he had those responsibilities to deal with, but it didn't make the distance, his absence, her cold bed more bearable
It was like part of her heart, no, part of her soul went missing when he walked through that portal.
She smiled and waved, like she knew it was expected of her, but she couldn't make her heart stop crying with each step he took.
She knew she was being irrational, it wasn't the first time he went way to take part of a traini
After the Goose is Cooked"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…Jack Frost nipping at your nose…Yuletide carols being sung by a choir…and folks dressed up like eskimos…"
Ichigo couldn't help but grin in the doorway of the living room as he saw his energetic wife swaying slowly to the smooth vocals of Nat King Cole singing his iconic Christmas classic. Orihime was dusting, polishing and getting ready to vacuum the living room. As she cleaned Ichigo could hear her singing in a low, rather husky voice along with 'Mr. Dulcet Tones'. In his opinion, Ichigo would be rather hard pressed to say which singer had the more soothing voice to his ears.
However, what really tipped the scales in Orihime's favor was the fact that while Nat King Cole was singing the same song in many homes throughout the world, he himself would be the only person alive allowed to hear Nat sing a duet with Ichigo's beautiful wife. Also, Ichigo could sneak up behind said wife and wrap his arms around her waist…something he would never dream o
CPK: Computer Pocky KissLooking down at the right hand corner of his computer screen, Ichigo jumped slightly when he realized what time it was. His chat with Orihime was supposed to begin three minutes ago. Quickly saving the progress he had made on his midterm paper, Ichigo got ready for his online chat with Orihime.
While waiting for the connection to be made, Ichigo raced over to the mirror and tried to flatten and mess up his hair at the same time. As usual, both attempts failed, so he irritably plopped himself back down at his desk. As soon as Orihime’s face appeared on his computer screen, however, his scowl lessened.
“Hey,” Ichigo said simply.
Orihime beamed at him and said cheerfully, “Hello! How are you doing?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ichigo leaned back in his seat and said carelessly, “Ah, I’m fine. Just trying to survive this semester.”
Nodding her head in understanding, Orihime rested her chin on her palm and said, “I see. Professor Hidake sti
Strawberry Love - White DayWhite Day
The carrot haired boy reached the classroom with a weird trepidation in his stomach.
He was not nervous… Kurosaki Ichigo could not, simply, be nervous over a simple matter like this… Or was he?
He felt the wood of the door under his fingers, the smooth surface in nothing easing his… weird feelings… yes, because it could not, absolutely, be nerves!
He sighed and backed away from the door…
Who was he trying to deceive? He was scared out of his mind! What would other people think if they saw him do something like that?
But he loved her, there was no doubt in his heart about that… damn, they were a couple already and everyone knew… then why such a simple gesture was so hard?
He remembered his sister Yuzu's advice, this morning, when she saw his pale face.
"Why do you like her, Ichi-nii?"
He scowled when she asked, but his sister replied he should think about that if he was getting cold feet. And t
A Full Day/DateThis date was going to be...for lack of a better term, insane. It was ludicrous. Absolutely nutty. There was no way it was going to work out properly.
Ok, so maybe Ichigo had not taken Orihime on a date in quite some time and maybe he did have a substantial amount of funds in order to take care of all the bills that would be accumulated on this day, but seriously…what had he been thinking when he agreed to this? It was to be a date completely centered around enjoying the arts in almost all its glorious forms.
First, Ichigo had purchased tickets to see a special exhibit in the art museum displaying sets, costumes, playbills and other paraphernalia of Shakespeare plays over the years. Then, he was going to take Orihime to an outdoor production of Shakespeare’s immortal play ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ followed by going home in order to change into some fancier outfits so that they could go to an exquisite restaurant and enjoy a fine dining experience. To wrap up the
Karakuri Burst Ch.1Bloody hands shook while pure white teeth ground together. A plump lower lip trembled and a single blood-red eye filled with tears. Breaths came in tiny bursts while young lungs struggled to remain operational.
Twelve years old, already forced to murder. Tears began to fall as the gun slipped from her hand, clattering to the cement below her feet. Numbness spread from her hands and worked its way up her arms toward her chest.
The menacing, attention-grabbing sound of stilettos rang in Rin's ears as she stared at the body of her victim, hands cold and clammy. Untold lengths of cyan hair poured in front of her as a young woman placed both hands, manicured and ornamented with polished acrylic tips the same color as her hair, gently on her shoulders.
"Is that all you can do?" she sweetly hissed in Rin's ear, sending goose bumps up the girl's arms.
"M Miss Miku I don't " Rin began.
"You don't what?!!" Miku screamed, pushing Rin to the floor. With a cry, Rin hit the ground and
Bleach Fanfic: 5 Years Later... Chapter 2Orihime opened the cutlery drawer, pulling out spoons and forks. She smiled as she felt a tug at her pant leg. "Yes, Maiko-chan?"
Maiko looked up at Orihime, her caramel eyes blinking innocently. "What happened to Daddy?" Pointing a tiny finger at Ichigo's lifeless body, Maiko tilted her head curiously. "Is he ok?"
Orihime grinned. *Just like her father. Always worrying about others' welfare.* She thought to herself. Orihime got down on her knees awkwardly, due to the extra weight in her frontside. Putting a hand on Maiko's small shoulder's, the delicate woman kissed her daughter's cheek lightly. "He's fine, Maiko-chan. Daddy might do that every once in a while, but it's okay." *Can she not see spirits?* Orihime fretted to herself. *No, impossible. Strawberry-kun and I both can see souls. She might just be too young to actually process it...* Shaking her worries away, Orihime handed Maiko the silverware. "Wanna help Mommy put the forks on the table? We're going to have guests!"
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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