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Black and White Rabbit
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::Sequel to 'Black and White Guinea pig'::
Ichigo is trying to say goodbye to his old life. Villages are attacked in Rukongai and Ichigo is their main suspect. Will he be allowed to say goodbye or will Seireitei prevent him from doing so?
PS: I suck at summaries (T.T)
This takes place about 3,5 months after he came back from Soul Society (When rescuing Rukia)
And one month after the end of 'Black and White Guinea Pig'
Question: Should I edit the existing 'Black and White Guinea Pig' or post the longer chapters as a new story?
I was planning this from way back when. But then I had to be smart and delete the whole planning, (after posting SeSt c17) forcing me to start from scratch (u.u)
Warning: OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH, Kubo-sensei does
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Faded Faith
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A normal day, a normal patrol is what the red headed vice-captain of the 6th Division though as he left Seireitei and headed for the Rukongai districts appointed to the Division. Security had been turned up a few notches since Ichigo and a few other Arrancar had their snacks.
It hadn't been Ichigo's fault, at least that is what Rukia kept telling him. But she didn't fight him, not when Aizen had brainwashed the orange haired teen. Since those days only a few people trusted or believed him. His father had come to take him away to the place everyone knew as 'Heaven'. But most shinigami weren't planning to follow a King who was a wolfs in sheep's clothing – a mix between two races – a hybrid. One who had to feed on other living souls just to stay alive, one who wielded enormous power. They didn't trust hum, but if he were to give them a order they would follow it; out of fear of being eaten, or punished with his massive reiatsu.
But when Abarai Renji had entered the district he was supposed to watch he didn't want believe his own two red eyes. The village was destroyed, houses broken down, blood splashed everywhere on the ground. A flashback from one of the villages Ichigo raided flashed before his eyes as he just stood there, his left hand traveling to the scar that Ichigo had created when he tore a piece of flesh from his side with those white, sharp hollow claws. Even if Inoue had healed the wound it still left a scar about the size of his hand, a constant reminder that Ichigo wasn't the same, and that he couldn't be trusted.
Snapping out of his time travel trip he decided to search the village for any survivors – knowing full well there weren't any. 'As expected, nothing...' He sighed before he quickly turned around and headed back to his Seireitei to inform his captain that Ichigo might have fallen back into old habits – and to prepare for combat if it ever came to that.
Retracing his steps back to Seireitei his mind began to wonder. Would Ichigo really go back to eating others if he was planning to take over his his fathers position as King. Wouldn't they have enough food there, even for him. But what would a Rukongai rat like Abarai Renji know about the ways of Royalty? He didn't even know the rules of Nobles like his captain. Arriving at the gate Jidanbou, the gatekeeper opened the door to let him pass. Running through the long streets of Seireitei he sped up towards the office of his captain; Kuchiki Byakuya.
Upon arrival he wanted to kick in the door but refrained. He would be chased around Seireitei by Senbonsakura, and that was something he rather not experience again. Knocking on the door there was a simple respond from his captain. "Enter," his voice was as usual emotionless. Opening the door Byakuya look at him, uninterested.
"Kuchiki-taichou. I just returned from my patrol of the 75th west Rukongai district." How was he supposed to say it? The dark blue eyes of his captain staring at him. "The only village in that area has been completely destroyed, residents gone, blood everywhere. It's just like districts Ichigo attacked when he was still serving Aizen. We must consider the option that he-"
Byakuya stood up and took Senbonsakura from her silken pillow on a separate table next to his large leather chair. Placing his zanpaktou between the folds of his obi he secured it before walking out of the door. Renji followed and noticed his captain heading in the direction of the west gate. "I'll lead the way." Renji offered as he took the lead.
"No," was all his captain said. "You are to write a report and wait for my return before handing it over to Yamamoto-sou-taichou and I will present my findings," Before the red could argue with his captain he had left with shunpo, not wanting to wast any time. If the boy had indeed returned to eat innocent souls Soul Society would be in danger once again.
Grumbling and worried Renji went back inside the office and started writing in his own handwriting, his mind elsewhere. Glancing over the work his captain had already done he became angry at himself. Another thing he should try and beat Byakuya at; calligraphy.
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Ichigo on the other hand didn't know about any of the troubles that Soul Society had at the moment, he was having a fight of his own.
Glaring at the silver table wear he hoped they'd be replaced by simple chopsticks. But it didn't happen, much to his annoyance. "What is the point of this whole etiquette and pretty little rules?" Ichigo asked his father and didn't bother to hide fact that he was annoyed. After all he was sitting in a enormous dining hall, at a rectangular table and they sat on chairs that would be worth more than their entire clinic/home in the real world. "It's not like anyone will ever invite us over for a fancy dinner or some party." Glancing around he saw even more servants scurrying around the room; cleaning, putting new delicacies on the table, and looking at him as if he would jump at them and start gnawing on their heads. 'It's more like that no one would invite something like me...' Ichigo's eyes grew sad at the thought of not being wanted anywhere.
"You'll never know my son!" His father said proudly standing up and showing off his clothes, if you could call it that. It was a elaborate and strange combination of clothes that made Ichigo wonder if Isshin would really wear that on the street. One thing was certain, it was obvious that whoever wore it was from a wealthy family, but Ichigo couldn't help but hate it. "Maybe Soul Society will invite us some day now that they know how to contact us!" As he started twirling around like a ballerina he knocked several things from the table that clattered to the shining marble floor and the circular Persian carpet beneath the the table and chairs.
Servants hurried to the place where the food and the wine fell to the ground and started cleaning before the carpet would be ruined. Isshin sat back down and didn't mind the servants doing their job. For Ichigo this was strange, new. He was used to helping out when something fell on the ground or something had to be cleaned. "Why don't you help them?" He asked his father, but no one answered.
Ichigo had been offered a set of clothes that would only be worn by royals, but he don't want them. He didn't feel 'at home' here, not like he had felt before he ever met Rukia, or when he stayed at Las Noches. Even now he still refused to wear the black shinigami uniform he was offered – why wear something that represents something you're not? For that reason only he was still wearing his white Arrancar uniform, but had bandaged his torso to hide the perfect circular hole in his chest, disliking the way everyone seemed to stare at it. "They won't invite you," the orange haired one said calmly as poked the food on his plate with a silver shiny fork. "They would have done so in the past. Yet you always were at home, taking care of us..." Something was missing. "What about Yuzu and Karin!?" He didn't want them to see him like this, but he was still worried about them.
"Urahara has taken them for the time that I'm here," Tomorrow morning I'll be going back to the real world," Isshin was serious, something Ichigo wasn't used to hear from that man. But he had noticed that his father wasn't here during the day, only between 9pm and 6am. "I told the girls I had a important meeting out of town and would be gone this weekend"
"If I get back in my body, can I go back to school? I want to finish this year of school and tell them I'm moving far away." He didn't want to leave his friends so suddenly, but he didn't want to tell them the truth about what he had become, what he had done. Ichigo missed his sisters and this castle was something he never liked.
"You can't."
Ichigo's head snapped up, his eyes on fire. "And why the hell not!" His reiatsu flared dangerously around him and keeping everything on table in one piece. "I have that damn 'medicine'! What's the fucking problem?"
"Seireitei has exiled you from the real world and Soul Society. Even if you wanted , you wouldn't be able to get back home." It was clear by the look on Isshin's face that he didn't agree with the decision that was made. "Sit down son and eat till you can't eat anymore!" He continued happily, trying to brighten the mood.
But he made a mistake with his choice in words and knew it as a roasted turkey soared past his head and exploded into a million pieces on a massive painting of, what Ichigo guessed was a previous King. His eyes changed color as his temper rose fast. "You know damn well I can't eat this shit! I have to rip and tear apart a living being like a wild animal to stay alive!" the orange haired teen roared across the table, his voice echoing of the walls. "Why do I even bother trying to eat like something I'm not!" the voice changed. It was more like a beasts howl than human speech. Ichigo himself noticed too, he walked out of the room and headed for his own room lowering his reiatsu as he went.
"Isshin-sama," That was the way he wanted to be called by the servants, he didn't want any association with the names 'Kurosaki', what had been Masaki's last name or 'Isamu' what his name in Soul Society had been. "Ichigo-sama still hasn't taken his medication." The servant said as looked nervously around. Everyone in the castle knew about the only son of the king, what he was and everything that came with it.
Sighing he stood up and headed for the same door his son has stormed through. "Don't blame him," he stopped with his hand on the door handle.
"Isshin-sama?"
"He never chose to be like this, it was those who manipulated him that created the monster you all see. Deep down he's still my foolish son," the hold on the handle tightened. "I cannot ask of you all to see him the way I see him, that would be impossible." He was scared of his own son, of the power he now held in his hands, the claws that almost severed his head from the rest of his body. "Just try and treat him like my son, like a normal human, not a monster that's created by others." His voice broke and quickly left the dining hall. Out of sight from the servants tears rolled down his bearded face, he couldn't even begin to image what Ichigo would have to go through the rest of his nearly endless life. He gladly would have allowed his son to go back to school, he understood his reason to tell the others he would be leaving. There was noting he could do.
Seeing the door to his sons room standing ajar he looked inside to find the one he was looking for on the bed, curled up into a fetal position. Isshin grabbed a plastic cup from the nightstand next to the king sized bed. He wasn't sure what to say right now, Ichigo had ever y reason to be angry at all of them. "I'll go to Soul Society right now and ask them about you going to school for 3 more months, okay?"
"They won't listen,"
"Take your pills and go to sleep, we'll talk again in the morning."
"I don't want it." Ichigo uncurled and now lay on his back.
"Urahara put a great deal of effort in them. Just so you could walk around here without having to eat the staff members when you get hungry." Chocolate brown eyes became yellow again, telling him to watch his words. "I'll leave them here," he put the cup back on the nightstand and filled a empty glass with water before he left the room and his son alone, closing the door behind him.
Urahara had created the pills on Isshin's request. Now that the shopkeeper knew that his friend was the King he couldn't turn down the request. The pills were specially made for Ichigo, they prevented him from needing souls. Ichigo had been grateful at first, but as the days became longer when he was alone with the servants in the enormous castle he started thinking. Those pills were nothing more than replacements, one day they wouldn't work anymore – then what? Making his decision he would try to master his hunger, eat only when needed, take the pills once every two days. Today was one of those days, he picked up one of the pills; it looked like a M&M, but with white and green stripes. Sighing he put the pill on his tongue and swallowed with the help of the glass of water his father had filled. Once the candy-like pill was inside his stomach he felt the hunger lessen and laid back down on the bed. 'There must be a way to get back to school...'
Looking at the now empty plastic can he got an idea.
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In Seireitei Byakuya had returned and drawn the same conclusion Renji had, who was also finished with his report. No words were spoken when the two made their way to the 1st divisions office to inform the Yamamoto-sou-taichou. Upon their arrival the door was already open and another captain; Hitsugaya, was already inside. It was their intention to wait outside; but when they 'accidentally' overheard the conversation,
"...We must consider that Kurosaki Ichigo has gone back to eating innocent souls. No matter if he is the son of King. It should be impossible for him to enter here, but someone with his power and connections could easily gain access to this place." Hitsugaya had told the sou-taichou in a serious tone. The Rukongai district's that were assigned to his division had found several villages completely eaten and annihilated.
"There too!?" the red haired vice-captain blurted out, interrupting the conversation without meaning to do so. "Ahh, sorry!" He quickly bowed low before Byakuya came walking into the room.
"It seems there is more than one village attacked, in a familiar manner." The captain of the 6th division spoke calmly.
"Elaborate yourself Kuchiki-taichou." Yamamoto spoke, one of his eyes opened to look at the noble captain.
"I just returned, and confirmed that the village in the 75th west Rukongai district have been destroyed in the same manner that Kurosaki Ichigo used to do when he was working under Aizen Sousuke."
"We might have to face him again in battle... Something that would be difficult since we don't know the boy's limit – if he even has one." The short white haired captain thought aloud.
"My, my -" The occupants in the room turned their head to see who the new arrival was. Although his voice told them who it was. "I just came to report that someone or something completely emptied two of the districts of east Rukongai." It was the captain of the 12th division, Kurotsuchi Mayuri.
The faces turned grim as the heard the news, If Ichigo would have to eat this much just to regain his energy... What would he do when he's starving. "This is a great problem indeed.." Hitsugaya spoke again.
"It isn't possible for Ichigo to have done all this alone!?" The red wouldn't believe what he was hearing, that many villages, is so little time, with that distance. "It's impossible."
"That boy is now 75 percent hollow or more, I can't tell for sure until I get him back in my lab though. But he will have to eat souls, normal food will turn to ashes in his mouth," The idea alone was enough for Renji to enjoy the food he was eating now, what if he would never be able to eat taiyaki(1) again.
"All evidence we have seen so far point at the Prince, continue to investigate this matter and raise the security. I'll arrange a meeting to inform the other divisions." Yamamoto used his cane to tab the wooden floor loudly. "Dismissed,"
Renji wanted to ask Rukia about her thoughts. She was the one who knew him best, and even after he last showed his face she still trusted him. But then he realized that she had gone back to the real world about a week ago. She said something about 'understanding of the human realm'. He didn't understand what she had meant. She was safe in the real world, Ichigo couldn't reach her – even if he wanted to.
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After Isshin had left to go back to the clinic in the real world, Ichigo opened his eyes again; he had pretended to be asleep. Sneaking around the castle was the only option at the time, if he would almost be discovered he could always use sonido/shunpo. It was unlikely that the servants were fast enough to see him. Arriving in his fathers room he looked around for something he knew should be in here somewhere.
Arriving in his fathers room it was something you'd expect in a giant castle such as this. It resembled the chambers of a king often seen in movies – but this was real. All the silver, gold, diamonds and silk made Ichigo want to leave the room fast as possible. But he had to find that thing first. Sitting down on a stool in front of a giant mirror he saw little pictures taped to the edge of the frame, each one was someone he knew or seen somewhere. Pressing the tiny picture with Urahara's face on it he softly spoke to himself; "I need help, and you're the one who-"
He stopped talking the second his own reflection in the mirror changed shape and began moving while he stayed motionless. He recognized the things as the inside of the Urahara Shoten and could see those two little helpers run out of the room and close the door afterwards. The shopkeeper stepped into view and was clearly surprised to see Ichigo and not his father. "To what do I owe this pleasure my prince," the blond said as he bowed.
A vein popped on the hybrid's forehead. "Don't call me that!" he growled at the one on the other side of the mirror. 'How typical of him, to have a communicator build into a mirror.' Ichigo thought as he glanced around not to be heard. "I need your help," he stated seriously.
"And what would someone who has everything want with a lowly shopkeeper like me?" Urahara's voice was innocent and clearly curious.
"Cut the crap already!" One of his irises had turned yellow due to his anger rising fast. "I need my body, Kon should still be in it-"
"Ah yes, he has been staying here since you have been arrested by Soul Society."
"...and a way to get to the real world,"
"Can't you just open a gate yourself?" A large part of his face was hidden behind his trusty white fan, eyes looming over the edge from the shadow the hat cast over his face.
The second iris turned yellow. "You know why, you always know everything!" His voice slowly changing, from the usual rough one to the slightly insane that had belonged to his now submissive and weak white skinned alter ego.
"My my, what temper for a future-"
"Shut it!" He roared at the mirror. "Can you do it, or not?" He still growled, which, to his pleasure, scared the shopkeeper greatly that he almost dropped his fan.
"I could," Urahara's trusty fan back in front of his face. Ichigo glared at him, not trusting his word completely. "Does your father know about this?"
"No, and he won't."
"And why is that?"
"It's my problem, and I want to go back to school. It's none of your business anyway!" His eyes turned back to their original chocolate brown. "So tell me how and leave the others out of it.'
Behind his trusty fan the blond shinigami smirked. The boy hadn't changed at all. Always taking all responsibility and not wanting to involve others, or they could get hurt because of him. "Understood – I will help you." The orange haired teen looked at him suspiciously. "Oh, please don't look at me like that your highness," He added happily. "Even if you can't come yourself, you must have servants who could hurt little old me."
There was a idea. Ichigo never even thought of that. He could sent Ulquiorra or Grimmjow to 'force' Urahara to co-operate with his plan. "Now tell me how you're planning to do things." His voice was serious and left no room for a joke.
"As you wish," he bowed deeply before the mirror. "I shall explain-"
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Rukia had gone back to Karakura to become a expert on the real world. She decided to simply attend school to learn the basics, modify the memories so they wouldn't remember her and join the class as a new student. Of course the spiritually aware knew her already. She had told them that Ichigo had been taken to Soul Society for training to control his reiatsu better. Seireitei was tired of everyone seeing them do their work and all because one boy couldn't contain his own power.
It had been a easy lie – made up because she was to scared to tell Ichigo's friends the truth about what had happened. They knew nothing about the events; Aizen had stopped attacking the real world and concentrated on strengthening his army before the war that would surely come one day. Inoue was the first to ask her questions after she arrived in the classroom. "Kuchiki-san!" She waved happily, looking slightly worried. "Do you know what happened to Kurosaki-kun?"
The lie had begun, blinding them from the truth that was too hard to tell. How could she tell them what the teen had become, what he had done. But most of all, where he was now.
It was now a week later and Rukia fitted into the class like she had before, only running out of class when a hollow appeared. It weren't strong hollows. Ichigo was taking care of that; he was the ruler of Hueco Mundo after all. "Good morning everyone!" was her daily routine as she entered the classroom. The usual greeting from Inoue was missing. Scanning the room she could see the girl she was looking for standing happily next to a table surrounded by other students. Walking closer she could hear a voice – his voice. But how? "Ichigo?" she asked uncertain.
"Oh, hi there. Rukia." His tone was normal, the same way he spoke before the whole thing escalated. "Why are you here?" But it wasn't the way he really felt or thought. He was angry at Soul Society, and right now Rukia was the only one from that place, the only one he could vent his anger on.
She was scared, the strongest man she knew was right here, acting like nothing was wrong, "H.. How?" the raven haired girl stammered.
Inoue looked from Rukia to Ichigo and back again? "Something wrong Kuchiki-san?"
"N.. no, not really. I'm just surprised Ichigo finished his training so soon."
When Ichigo had entered the classroom he was instantly hugged by Inoue, who asked him how his training was. Not really wanting to tell the truth he played along. It was easy; he could control his reiatsu better than before anyway. Judging from her reaction Kon hasn't been school in his place. Probably due to Rukia's influence ; Kon would have kissed every girl and drawn attention to himself – Which Ichigo would have to deal with when he got back – if he went back.
"Soul Sociery really helped me there," Rukia was the only one who knew the truth, who could hear the hidden sarcasm hidden in his voice. "Remind me to.. 'thank' .. Kurotsuchi-taichou next time I see him." Cold sweat covered her back and a bead of it rolled down the side of her head. She was scared, he could kill her with ease, why come back here while he can have everything in heaven?
"Okay class!" Their teacher, Oochi-sensei, had entered the classroom. "Take your seats and -" She noticed the orange mop of hair. "Oh,Kurosaki, what made you come back here? I thought you left school for good."
Ichigo stood up and all eyes were turned to him. "I had some urgent family business overseas and forgot to inform the school." He bowed as a apology, "Which is also the reason I will be moving there after this year, three months from now."
"I will come and visit you Kurosaki-kun," Inoue told him, trying to hold her tears.
"I'm not gone yet," Ichigo tried to sound optimistic. "But the place is kind of far away and difficult to reach. So there is a big chance I won't be seeing any of you again after I leave ." It was clear to his friends that he was sad about it, but even more the way he had to. He was really glad he had taken those pills before leaving – he could sense them, smell them. Without the pills he would probably lose control and rampage till he had enough.
"Good to hear, now take your seat so we can begin," Ichigo sat down, "Now turn your books to page 222."
During the lesson Rukia was nervous, waiting for Ichigo to lose it and starts a massacre. But it never happened, he remained calm, answered questions – just like the past four months never happened at all.
Ichigo on the other hand felt her gaze on his body, observing his reaction and trying to figure out what was going on and how he managed to get here in the first place. When the bell rang he needed to get outside for some fresh air and headed for the roof where he always sat during break. He used a shunpo, not wanting to deal with the annoying question his 'friends' would ask him. Sure they were his friends before, but when the moment came thay they would find out what happened to him after they had saved Rukia and Aizen betrayed Soul Society. They would fear him, hunt him down like a rabbit during hunting season, were it not for the power he held.
Rukia had followed him to roof and found him there, staring to the town he grew up in, the same he was banned from seeing ever again. "Why did you exile me from this place?" His voice was robbed of any emotion as he spoke to the horizon, he had sensed her coming to the roof. "You know I wouldn't hurt anyone here. Never."
"I had nothing to do with the decision, Yamamoto-sou-taichou and the other captains made the decision." She knew Ichigo was the same as before and that he just wanted answers – but why was she getting the feeling he was hiding something else. Something that he didn't want others to know about. "But how did you get here? You have been exiled from this realm and Soul Society."
Ichigo turned around, his eyes staring directly into hers. She stepped backwards, almost the same eyes as when they 'met' in the Seireitei library. "Why does that concern you?" he walked closer, "Going to call Byakuya and tell him I'm here?"
"No!" She didn't want to be weak. Rukia trusted this teen and refused to back off. "I won't tell him. I heard you in class and do you really mean what you said ?" Along with Ukitake, Rukia had been the only one of the few who knew Ichigo had turned back to his original personality after his first trip to heaven. Yet, what she saw him do afterwards made her a bit uncertain about his motive.
"I meant what I said. I intent to leave this world for good after I finish the last three months of school." His tone had become 'normal' again. The same one she got to know and trust. "I just wanted to be in class until then. I just want to say 'goodbye' to this life." He went back to the fence that was preventing students from jumping off and continued to stare at the town. "I wanted to give them a good reason for not seeing me anymore, you helped by making up a believable excuse for why I was away." He looked back at the raven haired girl, his face gentle. "Thank you."
"But what about..." She didn't want to bring up subject of his food. "Your 'lunch'...?"
"My dad asked Urahara to create some pills that would take away the hunger and need to kill souls to fill my stomach." He accepted the fact that he would need to kill in order to survive, it wasn't going to change anyway – nothing could change it. "I took them before coming here. He called it a working 'medicine'. That's how I can control the hunger. I just don't know what happens when people with high reiatsu are around."
"So you won't go on a rampage and attack the others?"
"No, I won't, at least I hope." He tried to sound a bit sarcastic, but failed. "Urahara kept a close eye on Kon; who had been in my body while I was away. So it was easy to reclaim my body, or not everyone would be able to see me."
"What about your sisters? How much do they know?" He was being unusually talkative, and she wanted to make the best of it, she wanted as much answers as she could get.
"They know nothing, and will not know what kind of monster I am. So don't tell them." He spat at her, not meaning to do that. "Dad told them I moved out and far away for school and a job so I don't have a lot of time to go home and visit." Something was bugging him. "Where are you staying?"
"At Urahara's. Your father -" she had completely forgotten that he was from a royal family and should be respected and treated as such. "I mean the honorable King, has cut off his communications with Soul Society and refused further contact. His highness claims-"
"Cut that crap!" Ichigo barked at her, he hated it when people treated him different just because of that and didn't bother to hide that in his angry voice. "I know I said I would succeed my old man when the time came. But I am really starting to dislike the whole 'royal' crap around it. I'm a normal huma- " He stopped in mid sentence, knowing he was about to lie. "You know what I mean.." Looking away he stared at the buildings he might never see again if he was found. "How can I call myself normal..." he muttered to himself.
Normally she would have kicked him, but she didn't dare. She looked at the floor when he wasn't looking. "Rukia?" She looked up, straight into his chocolate brown eyes. "Could you keep it a secret that I'm here? From everyone who knows the truth?"
"Sure, but... why?"
"Soul Society would sent captains to drive me back, away from my home town and dad would get furious." He hoped she could be trusted – she was the one who made him calm down before. Hopefully she could be trusted. "They still don't trust me enough to-"
Ichigo was interrupted by Rukia's ringing phone. "Kuchiki Rukia speaking." Ichigo watched with interest as she continued the conversation. "Renji? Calm down! What's wrong?" Ichigo didn't have to try very hard to figure out what the red head was yelling about.
::Rukia we have big problems over here.::
"What do you mean?"
::We think that Ichigo went back to eating villagers like when he was sill Aizen's pet.:: It was obvious by the tone in his voice that he didn't trust the orange haired one like he did in the hours before and after Rukia's execution.
Ichigo twitched at that name. He hated it and wanted to tell that to the red but refrained. It would mean immediate discovery. None of them noticed the bell or went back to class, not after what Renji just spoke.
"W-what...?" She stammered, the question directed at both males.
::We think he's hungry or eats them for fun. You remember how he was back in the library, it wouldn't surprise me though.::
"Are you sure it's him?"
::Almost, the villages look exactly the same... I'll come over as soon as I can.::
"Why...?" Rukia didn't know what to do or think about the situation. Ichigo was standing right there, claiming to be here to finish school. Renji was on the phone claiming Ichigo was back to being a hungry hollow without a consciousness. What was she supposed to believe?
::Just to make sure you're alright off course!!:: He stated simply. ::I know we exiled him from Soul Society and the real world. But don't forget who and what he is. With his connections he could find a alternative route there.:: A minute of silence. ::I gotta go and write another report, see you in a couple of hours.:: He hung up.
She shakily put her phone back on her pocket. "Did you..."
"No, that wasn't me." Ichigo said flatly before turning back to the door that led to the stairs that would eventually lead to his classroom. He cursed Soul Society, blame him for something he didn't do. No matter what he would have told her, he knew she was lying – he could smell her fear.
"I believe you!" She yelled before he slamed the door behind him. Sinking to her knees she started sobbing, not knowing what to do next.
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(1) Renji's favorite food.
My Ramblings/Sort of Diary;
(1) Rukongai is divided in 4 quarters, (North, East, South, West) Each of those is subdivided into 80 districts each. So 320 total xD
(2) I just like Ichi in white clothes xD
(3) Finally I decided to upload
(4) Sorry it took so damn long~ Blame my school c_c;;
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