Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
This is something I am not use to writing. I love to write comedies, but this time I felt like writing a drama.
SPOILER: If you aren't recent on the subbed Bleach episodes, than you may found out things you don't want to. As for anything that doesn't match what's on those episodes, I made up. I have no clue what happens.
Chapter 1: The Song
The sun peeked over the roof tops, as its light slowly crept up the street to greet the two high school students. It was nice to see the sun; the past week had been filled with spring rains. The air still had a bit of a chill to it, as winter didn't want to release its grip just quite yet. Both walked in silence not looking at each other, there was nothing to say. Sounds of construction filled their silence, and it seemed to come from all directions. Even though it was early the construction workers were already getting a jump start on the day. There was ceaseless banging of jackhammers, the whine of saws, and the occasional hammer. The sky above slowly started its transition from dark blue to a lighter blue; there were no clouds to be seen.
On the surface this looked to be a normal day in the city of Karakura, but there was nothing normal about these two high school students. The tall boy with orange spiky hair dressed in his school uniform walked with both of his hands pressed to the back of his head. He looked relaxed, but inside he was far from it. The shorter girl with raven black hair wore a school uniform as well. She wasn't looking straight forward like her companion, but at the ground with her eyes glazed over in deep thought. They both had other lives that other people walking around them couldn't see. Their other life involved death. As shinigamis they were responsible for maintaining the balance between the living world and the soul society. However, this wasn't the burden that was weighing on them so heavily now.
Another girl student had noticed the two a ways down the road. She started to make her way towards them in a brisk run. Most of her orange-brown hair flowed behind her; the rest was kept in place by a six pedaled flowered hairpin.
She exclaimed, "Ichigo, Rukia! Over here!"
If shouting wasn't enough she started to wave her hands franticly. The boy's eyes locked on her first. The girl to his right still looked at the ground for a moment, but eventually looked up to see the orange haired girl a few feet in front of them.
"Good morning Orihime. How are you?" The boy named Ichigo responded.
"I'm great Ichigo! Just had a rough time with that assignment we got yesterday." She paused for a moment putting a finger to her lips in thought, "I could help you both with it if you want. I mean it's not a big deal or anything."
A weak smile crossed Ichigo's lips. "I can't speak for Rukia, but I think I will just wing it like always."
The raven haired girl named Rukia sat there studying the two, "I will be okay too Orihime, thanks for offering."
Orihime smiled, her smile was always bright, and it was hard to tell what she was truly feeling. "Okay, do you mind if I walk with you two?"
Ichigo and Rukia both looked at each other.
"Why would we have a problem with you walking with us?" Ichigo said dumbfounded.
Orihime laughed, "Oh, its nothing! It's always polite to ask!"
In the distance there was a loud beeping sound from a truck backing up somewhere. All three of them had blocked out the sounds they had heard so often for the past few months. The reconstruction had made a lot of progress. Karakura was rebuilding itself. Many residents had picked up the pieces and continued on living here. Others had left to start new lives far away from the memories that laid here. As far as the Japanese government was concerned Karakura had suffered a series of massive earthquakes. However, the three journeying down the narrow road knew the truth. A war had been waged here. It was a war between Aizen and his espadas, and Soul Society and its captains. A war that had went unseen to many, but nonetheless was felt by all. Both sides had taken large losses, but in the end it was the shinigamis of the soul society who prevailed. The age old tale of good over coming evil was fulfilled.
But why did it still hurt so much?
It was hard to think with all the chatting and noise going on around him. A group of girls up front were gossiping over what had happened over the weekend. Their occasional outbreaks of laughter could be heard across the room. There were also a few students already in their seats getting ready for the school day, opening and closing their desk and arranging their supplies. His friends were gathered around him at the back of the class by the window. Ichigo Kurosaki sat there in silence. They too were conversing with one another. However, his eyes were focused on Rukia Kuchiki who had already taken her seat and was staring at the chalkboard.
"IchiGo!! We all should go to the beach for spring break!" Keigo's yelled a mere foot from Ichigo's ear.
Ichigo jumped in his seat from surprise, his knees hitting the bottom of the desk making a loud metallic thud. A few people looked up to see where the sound came from, but quickly went back to what they were doing when they realized it wasn't anything to be concerned with. Ichigo rubbed his left ear.
"What is it Keigo?" Ichigo growled.
A goofy smile crossed Keigo Asano's lips. For some reason he had his school uniform tie wrapped around his head. "I was just talking with the others about how my uncle owns a cottage by the ocean. He said we could use it over spring break! You have to come! Orihime, Chad, and Ishida said they wouldn't go if you didn't! Please!" He put on a pathetic whimper face, as if that would really work.
"I'll pass." Ichigo said simply. "I will be busy…"
"But the badies are gone Ichigo! We all deserve a break. Let your hair down, just relax! You know normal kid stuff!"
Ichigo shook his head; he could never understand why Kiego used the word badies to describe the hollows. "A Shinigami's job is never done Kiego."
"Mr. Puff can handle everything, it's only a week! Come on!" Keigo was more persistent than normal. Mr. Puff was the name Keigo had dubbed the afro haired Shinigami that patrolled this part of Karakura. When the fighting had started he had disappeared, but now that things were calm again, he was seen jumping from roof top to roof top.
Ichigo let out a loud sigh. Maybe Keigo was right, maybe a break was just the thing everyone needed. The past year had almost been a nonstop roller coaster of events and battles. Had it really almost been a year already? Ichigo looked up at the ceiling. So much had changed it was hard to remember what things were like before he met Rukia.
"He said he didn't want to go Keigo, let it go." Mizuiro Kojima said without looking up from his book as he turned the page. His boyish face, dark hair, and small frame did not reflect the person he really was. He was in fact quite grown up for his age and very well versed in many subjects, both school related and non-school related.
"Aww, come on Mizuiro, you are no fun, why can't you come again?!"
His eyes never left the book, "I told you, I will be out of town, I am visiting a friend up north."
"But we are your friends?" Kiego said with tears running down his face.
"I get to see you guys almost everyday. I only get to see her when there is a break in the school." Mizuiro looked up at Keigo for the first time. "You guys will have fun without me."
"I will go if Rukia goes." Ichigo said suddenly. It was loud enough for the two near him to hear, but too quiet to hear beyond that. Both stopped whatever conversation they had to look at the orange haired boy. "But if she won't, then I won't go. She needs me right now." They all stood in silence; the two knew what Ichigo was referring to.
Keigo suddenly looked nervous. "Um, should I just go over and ask?"
"It's worth a shot. The worse she can say is no." Mizuiro reassured his friend. However, Keigo still looked nervous, he didn't want no for an answer but he knew how violent Rukia could get if she was pushed.
Taking in a large breath of air, Keigo puffed out his chest, and marched over to Rukia. He leaned on her desk and started to talk. Ichigo couldn't over hear what they were talking about, but Rukia had plastered a smile on her face. He knew that smile all too well. It's the disguises she always wore. Ichigo's mind started to wander as he recalled what had happened earlier that morning.
Ichigo lay on his bed staring out across his room. The sun had not come up yet, so it was still fairly dark. There was a little light coming through the window from neighboring houses. It was enough just to make it possible to see the outline of the furniture in his room. Even though everything looked the same, the world had been flipped upside down. So much had changed, so many truths revealed all in the past winter. His father, Isshin Kurosaki, was a Shinigami as well. They had fought along side each other in the war. Not only was the fact that his father a Shinigami surprising, but also that he was at captain strength. Ichigo could never imagine that the goofy man he had grown up with could be so strong. Everything didn't seem to make sense anymore. For so long he blamed himself for being too weak to save his mother, but his father had had the strength the whole time. But no matter how powerful Isshin was, he could not have made it to save his wife in time. Even with all the power in the world, one can't protect everyone. Ichigo closed his eyes, this was a realization he would have to face one day.
"Are you awake?" Rukia's voice was quiet. The door to his closet had been slide open without Ichigo being aware of it.
His eyes snapped back open, "Yeah, just thinking."
"I see." Rukia started to shuffle through things in the closet "Where is my chappy?" She said to no one in particular.
Ichigo tilted his head to look at her digging around her sheets. Over the course of the past few months he had started to feel different towards her. Everything she did affected him more than it should have. He found himself thinking about her at the oddest times, and everything seemed to remind him of her. Ichigo thought about all the times he had almost lost her. Each time he had managed to save her in the nick of time. Was this what his father had felt when he first met his mom? Why did everything have to be so complicated? How come it couldn't just go back to the way it was.
"Ichigo, we are going to be late if you don't get ready." She stood over him in her school uniform with her hands firmly planted on her hips.
Ichigo waved his arm out, swatting at nothing. "Yeah, yeah, I am getting up. You know the drill."
Rukia turned around and faced the wall as Ichigo got dressed. "Where is Kon by the way? Not that I care. I just don't want him creeping around."
"He is in Yuzu's room." Ichigo replied.
"Ah" Rukia continued to stare at the wall. This was how their conversations went, just short chit chatting.
He decided to make his move, "Rukia…, about what happened." He watched to see if he got a reaction. She stood completely still. "I see you are in pain. Do you want to…?" He rubbed the back of his head, "You know talk about it?" There was an uneasy feeling that filled the air.
There was a brief pause. "Byakuya Kuchiki died doing his duty. What is there to talk about?" Rukia's voice was stern.
Ichigo was getting more uncomfortable by the moment, "I know, but I mean…if you need someone to talk to." Ichigo knew had it felt to lose someone close. Rukia had taken his death especially hard, since he was the closest thing to family she had.
"Okay." Was all she said and walked out the door.
Ichigo sat there for a moment. It was frustrating to see her suffer, and there was nothing he could do. He grabbed his books laying on his bed stand and flipped over his shoulder. When he finally did catch her, she didn't say a word. They both walked in silence down the street.
Keigo suddenly threw his fist in the air, and shouted "ALRIGHT!!" He darted over to Mizuiro and Ichigo. "She said she would go! So it looks like we are all going!" Keigo started to dance in place. The girls on the far side stared in disbelief. A few raised their eyebrow questionably.
Orihime, a boy with glasses named Ishida, and a tall muscled boy named Chad stopped the conversation they had been having near the window to look at Kiego as well. The whole room was staring at Kiego do his happy dance but he didn't seem to care.
"No way, Kurosaki agreed to go!" Ishida said in disbelief. "The only reason I said that was to get him to shut up." He adjusted his glasses with one finger, even though they had not slid at all.
"I love the beach!" Orihime beamed excitedly grasping her hands together "I will make us some snacks!" The other friends responded by grabbing their stomachs.
"Um, that's okay Orihime, I think store bought snacks will do just fine." A deep voice resonated from Chad.
"Aww, are you sure Chad? I mean what about caramel covered carrots?!" She exclaimed.
"You can make some for yourself Orihime! I mean not that's it bad or anything! It's just that we all don't share the sophisticated taste or palette you possess." Ishida said nervously.
"Okay! I am sure you guys will want some once you find out what I have planned!" She giggled to herself.
"Quiet down!!" The teacher's voice drowned out all the conversations. "It's time to get class started." She eyed them all as they made their way to their seats. "Wow, almost everyone is here. It's not like Tatsuki Arisawa to miss. Oh well, she probably has a good reason." The teacher turned her back to face the chalkboard and immediately started writing.
Everything seemed to be back to normal, but everyone knew better, things could never return to the way they were.
"Why did you agree to go?" Ichigo had been waiting to ask this question all day, as he walked quickly to keep up with Rukia's stride. For a short person she was moving awfully fast.
"I thought it would be good for you to have a break and I knew you wouldn't go unless I did. You are still a human Ichigo. You have a life to live here."
He hated it when she talked down to him. As if being a human was a reason to have a good life. Even a Shinigami deserved to have a good life. In his mind she was the one who needed the break, not him. However, he wasn't about to argue with her, so he would let it slide just this once.
"Thank you" He said in the most sincere voice he could muster.
They both walked a ways without saying a word. Ichigo would sometimes slow down so she would go ahead of him a little, so he could steal a glance over at her. He had never noticed how beautiful she was before. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. This was ridiculous, if she knew what he was thinking right now she would kick him for sure.
"You know. It has almost been a year." She said suddenly.
"Yeah, I was thinking that earlier." Ichigo replied, "A lot can happen in such a short time."
She nodded in agreement, "Right there." She pointed in front of them. "That's the place I first gave you my Shinigami powers. Do you remember?"
"How could I forget?" Every time he had walked past this spot on the way home from school, he thought about it.
When they arrived in front of the Kurosaki house hold, they were greeted by a tall man with red hair pulled back into a pony tail. He had been leaning against the wall and approached them as soon as he saw them.
"Renji, what are you doing here?" Ichigo blinked at him.
The man named Renji growled, "That's no way to talk to a friend. I can't just drop by and say hello?"
Rukia smiled, "It's nice to see you Renji, or should I say Captain Renji" Renji had become the captain of squad seven after the slain Sajin Komamura.
Renji smiled back at Rukia, his eyes suddenly sadden. "How are you Rukia?"
"I am feeling better. How is everything in the soul society? There is only so much they can say over the communicator."
Renji scratched his head, "Well, they still are trying to fill the last Captain's position." The squad of that position went unsaid; there was no point in opening all wounds.
"Ah, that's good to hear. Ichigo and I just got home. Are you here very long Renji?"
"Well part of the perks of being a captain is I can choose my vacation time. So I decide the next two weeks I have off." He laughed.
"I hope you don't think you are staying here." Ichigo said firmly.
"Why not!?" Renji's jaw dropped.
"We don't have room. You will have to stay at Mr. Hat-and-clogs"
"A Captain can't be a freeloader!" Renji's face dropped.
Ichigo walked past him and made his way into the house, "Not my problem."
Renji yelled after him. "That's no way to treat a friend!"
Rukia couldn't help but laugh. The two were completely different, but they acted just like brothers.
Yuzu started to clean off the table. Rukia picked up her plate and others around here and brought them to the sink, ignoring Yuzu's protests. She didn't want to be a dead weight around the house. Isshin, Ichigo's father, had already gone off to lay on the couch and Kirin up stairs to her room. Renji and Ichigo were both outside talking in a heated discussion about something stupid. They had got in an argument during dinner and now it had escalated outside. Men.
"Thank you for dinner Yuzu, it was really good." She smiled down at the little girl.
Yuzu bowed slightly, "Thank you Miss. Rukia. You are quite welcome."
Rukia climbed the stairs and went into Ichigo's room. Kon noticed her come in and was automatically in the air.
"NEEEEE-SANNN!!" Without having to move much she swatted him into the wall. There was a loud squeak and he slid down it slowly.
"Good evening Kon." Rukia closed the door behind her, and made her way into her closet. Once she slid the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Here in this small confined space, she could be by herself. The world was left outside, and she had the power to let it in or not.
She pulled her legs toward her chest and wrapped her arms around them. This time she wouldn't cry. She couldn't cry. If Nii-sama saw her like this, he wouldn't approve. It was just so hard to believe he was gone. His last words were burned into her memory; his face covered in blood was all she could see.
"Don't look away Rukia." A weak voice said. This couldn't be the same Byakuya. She wouldn't let herself accept that. He reached out his hand; it trembled as if just the weight of it was over bearing. "Rukia, look at me."
Her face was numb; she no longer felt the tears streaming down her face. "I can't Nii-sama."
"Do it for me. Do it for your brother." Byakuya touched the hem of her shinigami robes.
Using every ounce of courage she had left she looked to met his eyes. "You can't die. What will I do without you?"
"Rukia, you have grown up so much." A weak smiled crossed his lips. "A couple years ago, all I saw was this lost little girl. Now, all I see is a fully grown woman who is ready to take on the world as a shinigami. You don't need me any longer"
"Stop talking like you are dead! You aren't dead yet! Stop saying it!"
A woman named Unohana stood over them, her trademark long black braided hair that fell in the front. "Rukia. Let him speak."
"Rukia, look at me. This is the life of a Shinigami. We live and die by the sword. Do not be ashamed or scared of it."
"Nii-sama what am I going to do without you?" She pleaded with him.
"Listen to me. You aren't listening to me." His voice sounded strained and frustrated. "Every song, no matter how beautiful it is, must end. Your sister would always tell me that. I didn't understand it until now. No matter how much we want something to last forever, it just can't be." Tears started to form in his eyes. "Don't live the life I did, cherish those around you. Cherish every moment. Don't live in the darkness of regret and bitterness. Please Rukia don't let that happen to you."
Rukia leaned over him and grabbed his uniform and cried into his chest. Unohana looked away as if to give them their privacy.
"I love you Nii-sama." She said between sobs.
"I love you too Rukia Kuchiki." With his trembling arm he wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into him for the first and the last hug. "…Sister."
"She has been taking it pretty bad." Ichigo sighed.
Renji stared up at the sky, "I figured she would." There was a pause. "I wanted to pass that man my whole life and now he is gone. It's really strange going to the captain's meetings and his spot being empty. Just like that he is gone. I use to think he was invincible."
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, well I guess that's how life goes. I just wish there was something we could do for Rukia." His mind had been fixed on that very thing for the past few months.
Renji sighed, "Yeah, you are right. But what can we do to fix a broken heart?"
"We are going to a cottage next week Renji. Want to come with us? Maybe a break from all this business with death would do us all good." Ichigo desperately wanted to change the subject.
Renji raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Oh shut up, you can sleep on a bed, they have room there. I already asked Keigo how many spots they had opened." Ichigo grinned; he knew exactly what Renji was thinking.
Renji grinned back, "Good, I wasn't about to sleep on the floor or nothing." Renji grinned back. The red head looked up at the sky again. "Well I better get going to Mr. Hat and clogs. Hopefully he still has my school uniform in the drawer. I will see you tomorrow Ichigo."
"Sure thing Captain" Ichigo said mockingly.
"Give me a break. I will be stronger than you. Just you wait. You are my new target to surpass and when I do, the only thing you will see is my dust!"
"You are all talk Renji, put in some more training and than we can talk" They both laughed, a strong friendship had been formed between Renji the Shinigami and Ichigo the Shinigami substitute.
Renji made his way down the street and was soon out of sight. Ichigo was left there alone. He lingered a moment, but turned to go inside. However, when he did his face smashed directly into the bottom of a shoe. Ichigo went flying backwards on the ground.
"AHA!! You let your guard down. Even those at Captain strength can still be taken by surprise. Remember that son." Isshin laughed out loud.
"DAD YOU IDIOT!" Ichigo rubbed his face, which had been marked with a foot print.
"You can go Bankai, but you can't take a little kick to the face?" His father smirked down at him. "Oh, well…"
Ichigo foot swung around and made contact with his jaw sending him stumbling to the ground. Isshin fell rolling down the street, until finally stopping about fifteen feet away.
"That was pretty good son." Isshin rubbed his jaw. "That one almost hurt."
Ichigo huffed, "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I was just hitting you back with the same amount of pansy force you used on me."
Isshin laughed full heartily. He always seemed to be happy. "I see. So what's bothering you?"
Ichigo blinked, he hadn't said anything about something being wrong. "Bothering me?"
"You can't hide it from Ichigo. Something is bothering you. You always mope around the house like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. What is it this time?"
His father was too much. Ichigo stared at him in disbelief. "Mope around the house?"
"Did I raise an echo? Speak boy tell your old man what's wrong." Isshin sat Indian style on the ground and motioned for Ichigo to come over and sit with him.
Ichigo just stood there, "I am fine dad."
"Is Rukia fine?" Isshin raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she is having a hard time. I mean she is taking the death of her brother pretty hard, but who would blame her?" Ichigo sounded annoyed for his dad's nosiness.
"Then you aren't fine Ichigo. You were always good at bottling up your emotions like your mother. Do you love her?" Isshin's voice was serious now.
"WHAT?!" Ichigo was completely taken off guard. "Rukia..? Of course not, she is a shinigami, I am a human. It would never work out."
"So you have thought about it?" His dad raised his eyebrow again.
"What?! No stop putting words in my mouth!" Ichigo's face was red, but it wasn't because he was angry.
"A shinigami and human can fall in love. Love is not bound by any laws son. It can bring the hardest and toughest shinigamis and humans to their knees." His eyes were fixed on Ichigo's. No matter what Ichigo did, they followed him.
"Why now, why does it matter? So what if I have feelings for her. I wouldn't say I love her. But…"
"Why now?" Isshin's face was unreadable. All the joy and laughter was gone. "If I would have said anything to you about your mother, would you have thought any different? No matter how many times I could tell you it wasn't your fault, would you believe me? You had to find that out for yourself. Am I right?"
Ichigo bit his lip. The old man had a point. Isshin could have told him that until he was blue in the face and it wouldn't have made a difference.
"This son is different." He motioned again to have Ichigo sit on the concert beside him.
Without being aware of it, Ichigo sat beside his father. "How is this different?"
"When your mother died, we both grieved. Nothing I could do or say could change the fact that we were going to grieve. I would have given anything to spare you kids from suffering." His eyes started to shine. Was his father going to cry? "I did the only thing I thought I could do. I kept my head up and kept smiling. If I could give the appearance of happiness, you kids would have a good childhood. But in reality my heart was broken and smashed."
Ichigo's mouth opened a little. He had never thought of it like that. He always assumed his father was clueless to the fact that she was gone. But it was true, the fact that Isshin had kept the house hold happy even with his goofy antics and contagiously cheerful mood. It seemed Ichigo was the one that was clueless. His heart sank in his chest.
"Ichigo, I didn't tell you that to make you feel bad." His father put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. "I told you because love can bring you happiness and it can take it away. I love you kids more than anything in the world. I have watched you grow into a man. I couldn't ask for anything more than that."
"Do you ever blame yourself for what happened to mom?" That question had been burning inside him ever since he found out his father was a shinigami.
Isshin's voice softened. "Tell me this son, will blame bring your mother back? No, it won't. You can't be everywhere at once. You can only be where you are and that's all you can do." Isshin took his finger and pushed it into Ichigo's chest. "Here. Ichigo, friends are great, and you can do everything you can to protect them, but death will come to us all eventually. If you spread yourself out too thin than you become nothing yourself."
Ichigo sat there in silence. His father's word cut deep into his soul.
"Now, we got off subject, about this girl Rukia, the one you have staying in your closet for almost a year? I thought we gave her a room."
Ichigo eyes widen, "You knew?!"
His father grinned, "You must really think I am a dope. I know a lot more than you think." The look on Ichigo's face was priceless. "Anyways, you admitted earlier you had feelings for her, correct? Have you told her?"
"Tell her?" Ichigo's face turned red. "I can't tell her. She would just laugh."
"Let me tell you something son. They always laugh, and they will always laugh." Isshin pushed Ichigo closer with the arm around his shoulder; he used his free arm to point up at the stars that were just coming out. "You see those stars Ichigo. I was told by my father that each one represents a new love formed here on the earth, and that even love can reach the heavens. When I die, I will go to the star that formed when your mother and I fell in love." Isshin eyes seemed to be focused on some point but Ichigo couldn't find which star he was looking at.
"How did you know mom was the right one?" Ichigo said quietly.
"You wake up one day and you realize it. It's different for everyone. All loves are different in their own way. You will know when the time is right. Its something all humans are born with."
They both sat there in silence for a while, until Isshin broke the silence. "You will have to tell her, she will never know if you don't tell her."
Ichigo looked down at the ground. "I can't tell her. I wouldn't know what to say."
"You know how I told you mother?" The goofy smile had returned to his father's face.
"How?" Ichigo asked.
"We were sitting under a tree in a park many many miles from here." His eyes were still fixed on that one star. "I tried to come out and say it before, but I would end up stuttering. So there was only one thing I could think of. I sang a song I had written for her."
Ichigo's mouth twitched, "Dad you are the worse singer, I am surprised she didn't run away."
"Trust me son, I thought the same thing. But she was so flattered and before I could finish she was kissing me." His eyes started shining again. Ichigo couldn't tell if it was tears again or the stars now almost fully out. "I spent weeks and weeks on that song. The important thing is that you tell them. You don't have to tell them you love them right away, but let them know you are interested. If you let it slip, you will always wonder if that could have been the brightest star in your life you let go."
The idea of writing Rukia a song made Ichigo chuckle. "Thanks for the advice dad." In those few moments, the relationship between father and son had changed. But no one could have known that if they were just watching from the street. All they would have seen were two men sitting on the concert talking up to the sky.
"Well we better go in." Isshin got up. "Remember to keep your guard up. You will never know when I will come at you next time."
Ichigo laughed, "You are crazy old man."
In the back of the orange haired boys mind there were words that came together to form verses. Silly or not, he was thinking of what he would sing if he were to ever sing a song to Rukia.
Tiburon1984: I am sorry to those who like English. I don't mean to destroy it every time I write something. Even though I am past college I am still learning how to write, and spell XD Word can't catch everything I guess.
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