"Are you lost, little boy?"
The orange haired 5 year old shook his head.
"Oh, is that so? Well, would you like a treat? I have some back at my cottage. Would you like to come with me?"
The woman offered her dainty, snow white hand. The boy looked at the beautiful woman. He stuck out his hand, and-
"Ichigo? Where are you?"
His eyes never left the woman's. He had seen her scowl, and in the blink of an eye, she had disappeared. The last thing he remembered were those breathtaking sapphire eyes.
He heard the leaves crunch behind him as his mother rushed over. "Ichigo, what are you doing out here all alone? I was worried sick about-"
"Mama, I met a witch."
His mother gasped, and picked him up, cradling his head in her hands. She ran back to their cottage, her pregnant belly slowly becoming an obstacle as she began panting for air.
"Isshin! Isshin, come quick!" The young woman yelled in horror, bursting inside the living quarters. Her husband ran into the room, a layer of soot over his clothes.
"What is it, Misaki? Breathe, everything's fine." He said, taking Ichigo from her arms.
"Ichigo.. He said he had met a witch."
The older man's eyes widened. He looked at the boy in his arms. "Ichigo, is what your mother saying true?"
The toddler nodded his head. "Mhm."
"What do you remember?" His father asked, quietly.
Ichigo thought about it for a second.
"She was beautiful."
This is what happens when you listen to Bewitched by BOTDF.
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~Roro-chan