"It's that day."
"Hm?" Orihime turned away from the strange concoction that was her lunch.
" It's that day. You haven't seen Ichigo in school today, have you?"
" Oh. No, I haven't seen Kurosaki-kun today. I wonder if he is okay."
"Rukia is with him."
"Mm? The teacher got a call saying that she was sick today."
Orihime was so gullible.
"Tatsuki-chan?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think he's alright?"
"Well, it isn't raining today."
She was right. The sky was a deep, stunning azure. No clouds blocked the path of the relentless sun.
Orihime was obviously puzzled, which taking a bite out of her sour cream/bean paste/celery sandwich seemed to solve.
Zangetsu could sense all of Ichigo's movements. He could feel his breathing, his heart as it pumped life through his veins, the rigidity as he grasped his zampakto.
Zangetsu could also feel when his master was being talked sabout.
In other words, he could hear the two young girls talking, and he knew what they were saying.
They were wrong.
As the vibration of thunder thickened Ichigo's inner world, Zangetsu was suprised by a tap on the shoulder.
There stood Hichigo, a monotonous frown masking his usual crazed smirk. He offered an umbrella to Zangetsu, who took it, opening it just as the first cold, mercilless drops began to fall.
On the day of the anniversary, it was always raining.
(AN) I might continue this and make it into a series of Ichiruki oneshots. Unlike my other Ulquihime series, I'd focus more on making petite drabble chapters. I'd like to try that out.