Offer Up Thy Soul
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behind this mask I live
and behind this mask I die
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The long, bright hair shortened in length until it consisted of only short, spiky strands of orange, slightly longer on the sides of his face and the back of his neck, side burns barely noticeable under the thick locks.
"You may visit earth for one week, son, look at it as a birthday present of sorts."
The black bindings formerly wrapping his chest slowly faded to a dark red button-down shirt, his ragged, black pants replaced by equally black jeans, dress shoes concealing his naked feet as he flexed his right hand under a scrutinizing glance, the last of the bindings fading into his skin.
"Conceal yourself at all times, and don't get too friendly with anybody. It will only cause trouble for yourself and us."
"Trouble, huh?" A smirk graced his sharp features. "You should know better than to play the serious-card on me, dad. I'm a rebellious teenager, after all, who knows what could happen."
With that said the tall teen stepped out of the woods and into the happenings of the town fair.
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Kuchiki Rukia was not happy.
First her 'friends' drag her to this carnival fair, which she didn't even want to attend in the first place, and then the moment they spot some apparently-hotter-than-hell drop-dead-gorgeous guys they ditch her in favor of flirting over alcohol.
She hated life so much.
Not to mention this stupid thing called carnival.
Why would people voluntarily dress up and scream around like morons?
It was beyond her.
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Are humans really this... foolish? The orange-haired teen was showing an appalled expression of sheer and utter repulsion as men and women alike drunk themselves into coma around him, all dressed in the most ridiculous clothing he had ever seen, even given the strange 'fashion' that he had been shown from this world back at home.
With his almost 6 foot he stood tall over the rest of the crowd, honey-colored eyes looking around the fair with guarded interest.
You never knew when someone would get the idea into their head to glomp you dead.
"Ow," a slight weight bumped into his side, a low voice complaining about the sudden contact as he quickly caught the woman's arm and steadied her on her feet that had lost balance when they ran into each other. "Sorry, I should've watched where I was going."
"No, no, it's my fault, there's no way you could have dodged me at the speed I was running at, I-" The petite woman stopped in her rambling as her gaze wandered higher... and higher... and higher still... until her blue eyes finally met the wide eyes of the man before her, almost freakishly towering over her form. "Um... well, sorry."
"It's okay," was the flat reply, her opposite clearly stunned into brain coma.
"I'll... take my leave, then..." With that she quickly walked past him, slightly creeped out by his prodding stares.
Kurosaki Ichigo blinked, confused. "Wait... what?"
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Kuchiki Rukia was in a hurry, her encounter with the verbally-incompetent male having slowed her down by quite a bit. That drunk guy who had tried to grab a feel on her still high on her heels as she weaved her way through the crowd – until finally being met with a dead end.
Yes, life was just peachy.
"Hey-hick, pretty girl~"
Oh, please, just drop dead, you moron.
"Ain't ya a lil' beauteh, ne? I bet ya're a-"
The drunk imbécile was then knocked unconscious by a dress shoe to his head.
"Sorry, I didn't get to introduce myself properly earlier, the name's Kurosaki Ichigo, chibi."
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Something inside him had shifted when he locked eyes with the petite raven-head, his palms starting to sweet as his body heat sky-rocketed and his mouth became dry.
You've got to be kidding me!
Sadly, Fortuna wasn't.
He had found his soulmate in a little terulian.
His father was going to strangle him.
But, truth was truth.
And if he didn't want to kick the bucket he'd have to... well, do a little persuasion that was a bit more physical.
Not that he minded.
But dealing with his father later on would be a pain.
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"Sorry, I didn't get to introduce myself properly earlier, the name's Kurosaki Ichigo, chibi."
Had that insolent doofus just called her a chibi?
Oh, he would soon join the drunk fatass on the dirty ground!
Ichigo blinked at her dark, icy glare, confused. "Why the fuck are you looking at me as if I just killed your pet bunny?"
That added to the earlier comment earned him a kick where the sun didn't shine.
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I was actually thinking that growing cold didn't sound all that bad, really.
It actually sounded quite peaceful.
No dad... no crazy midgets with a kick as vicious as a rattle snake...
Yeah, being dead sounded quite nice.
A dull throb went through my head at those thoughts, my sight going white for a moment.
Damn it.
Apparently, life wasn't about to get a life of its own very soon.
Fuck all of you to hell.
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"That goddamn asshole, how dare he talk to me like that! That... imbecile!" Rukia was mumbling obscenities under her breath as she weaved her way through the drunk crowd, mind set to get home and indulge in a long, hot bath.
That was until the said imbecile grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, panting slightly. "Oi, don't just run off like that! I just wanted to talk to you!"
She was amazed he was able to walk so shortly after her kick, he deserved silent credit for that.
"Well, then, maybe you shouldn't have started our conversation with calling me midget."
God, I already hate this woman...
"Okay, sorry, just... can I invite you to some coffee or something? Please?"
The Kuchiki looked at him with a face that clearly showed how stupid he was acting, not that he paid any mind to it right then. "Why are you so persistent? Look, I just want to get home and-"
"Please?" His honey-colored eyes looked as if they belonged on a puppy, and she really questioned her sanity right then.
"Fine, it's on you."
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Well, this little series is a commission/request made by Asagi-K-Kurosaki (deviantArt) and was taken up now because, well, to put it bluntly, she paid me. There you have it.
Money makes the world go round! x3
It's not going to be long, and I won't abandon my other stories because of this or the other 4 requests (yes, she paid me well, the little she-devil x3).