Hey everyone! I'm taking a little break from "Frozen Memories" (my story) and posting this up instead. IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! This story was not written by me at all! But I DID have permission to post it here on Fan Fiction. I am a big fan of this story (which I read on Quizilla!) and this story is written incredibly. This is the unrevised, unedited, version. The actual author (who writes amazing stories!!) is working on the sequel and then will start with revising the story. When that time comes, I will give you all a link to it, and then you can go and read the "super" edition. Heehee.
This story belongs to DemonAngelPrincess666 (for Quizilla) I had her permission to put this on the site. Her Fan Fiction account is: Eternity Crystal
This is not my story! I had permission from Eternity Crystal (also DemonAngelPrincess666) to post it!
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"You know, Ichigo, sometimes you astonish me in more ways than one," a young, black haired girl said. She was fairly short for her age, 15 years, and her dull, dark purple eyes expressed her embarrassment as she watched her friend, Kurosaki Ichigo, chase a very animated stuffed animal. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail with two thin sections hanging loose, clinging to the sides of her pale face. This young girl's name was Kanamari Tamara.
Ichigo momentarily paused his intense chase to give Tamara a dirty look, before returning to trying to capture the stuffed lion. When this task was finally over, Ichigo stomped on the animal repeatedly, and Tamara looked away in disgust as the animal cried out inappropriate comments that only lead to more abuse.
"Kanamari-san, is something wrong?" asked a girl around her height, and age (supposedly), with short black hair and blue eyes. Her name was Kuchiki Rukia.
"Ah, Rukia! No, nothing's wrong. I just can't stand to watch this scene," Tamara replied, her distaste easily showing through her tone. Rukia looked over her shoulder, and an unusually large sweat drop seemed to form on the back of her head. Rukia turned her head to face Tamara again with a nervous laugh.
"Doesn't it freak you out that a stuffed animal moves and talks?" Rukia asks. Tamara paused for a moment to consider her answer.
"No, not really," Tamara replied, her voice light like she hadn't a care in the world. Rukia had a sudden urge to fall to the ground, head first. Rukia laughed nervously once more. Behind her, in the background, Ichigo had started chasing the lion, Kon as they called it, once more. This time it was Tamara's turn to develop an abnormally large sweat drop at the back of her head.
The next thing anybody knew, Kon was pinned to the ground by a foot. Ichigo and Rukia had frozen in place with surprised looks on their faces. Tamara bent over, and picked up Kon by the back of the neck. She turned Kon towards her so she could stare directly into Kon's beady eyes.
"Listen up, you perverted, obnoxious, loud, annoying animal. The next time I catch you on one of these whining sprees, I will rip you apart, place your worthless head on my mantle, and burn the rest of you. Got it?" Tamara growled in a low, threatening voice. Everyone in the room had chills run down their spines, scared of Tamara and her threat, even though it wasn't necessarily directed towards them. Kon shivered in fright.
"H-hai," he answered, still visibly shaking. Tamara closed her eyes, and let go of her grip on Kon. Kon fell to the floor with a thump.
"Good," Tamara said, and then she made her way back to the closet door. Standing there, she let out a long sigh, tired. Rukia and Tamara began talking to each other once more. Time passed by quickly, and soon it was time for Tamara to leave.
"See ya later, Ichigo, Rukia,...Kon," she paused before growling Kon's name, obviously reluctant to say goodbye to him. She jumped out Ichigo's bedroom window, too lazy to use the front door. She landed on her feet, and then proceeded to walk away. She hummed quietly to herself as she walked confidently down the concrete sidewalk. Out of nowhere, she heard a loud screech, and Tamara tried to find where it was coming from. Though, when she found the answer, she wished she hadn't tried to. There was a very large monster with a white, bony mask and piercing yellow eyes not twenty feet in front of her. Too terrified to scream, Tamara just stood there staring at that monster. Unknown to her, these monsters were former human souls called Hollows.
The Hollow closed in on Tamara, and she closed her eyes tightly, awaiting the impact of the attack. Instead, she felt something warm collide with her body, and then something cold and hard underneath, something pressing her back. Her eyes slowly opened to see Ichigo in some odd outfit; one resembling to an old fashioned kimono. She saw him glaring at the Hollow, a glare angrier than Tamara had ever seen. (FYI: Ichigo's not in love with her.) Suddenly, she realized the awkward position she was in, and kneed Ichigo in the stomach. As he cringed in pain, Tamara rolled to the side.
"What the hell was that for?!" Ichigo screamed.
"You were on top of me! How else was I supposed to get away?" Tamara cried back.
"Ichigo, look out!" Rukia called out, and Ichigo luckily got out of the way in time. Then Ichigo got his act together, and started focusing on the Hollow, and then attacked it. At that moment however... Rukia had made her over way over to Tamara, and then several moments later screamed in unison, "There's another one?!" Tamara closed her eyes as the second Hollow drew closer. Suddenly, the Hollow cried out, and Tamara slowly opened one eye. More quickly, she opened the other as she saw a dark purple light cut the Hollow cleanly in half. Her mouth was slightly open as she watched it dissolve into air. Without her facial features changing the slightest bit, her head slowly turned to see a stunned Rukia.
"Oi! You two alright?" Ichigo called out as he jogged up to them.
"Yeah, no thanks to you!" Tamara said, and then stuck her tongue out as she pulled the lower part of her eye down.
"Hey! I just saved your life! You should be a little more grateful!" Ichigo yelled. Tamara just proceeded to stick her tongue out at him.
"Ichigo, Kanamari-san just saved us both," Rukia interjected.
"Huh?" Ichigo and Tamara said in unison, both turned their heads and attention towards Rukia.
"What are you talking about?" Tamara asked cluelessly.
"You mean it wasn't you?" Rukia asked in surprised. In her mind she added, either that or she doesn't know, or she just isn't aware of it. Tamara let out a sigh, and then started walking away towards home. Then something struck her. Tamara turned around to face her friends.
"Hey, what's going on? What just happened exactly? And Ichigo, what the hell are you wearing? I know you two know something about this, and I-" FLASH! Once the smoke cleared, Ichigo and Rukia saw Tamara's collapsed body on the ground."I was waiting for that," Ichigo said to no one in particular as he crouched down, and hovered over Tamara's body.
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"Mmm...doughnuts," Tamara mumbled. Suddenly she gasped, and sat up with a jolt. She looked around, and saw she was in her room. She looked down, and she saw she was in bed. Tamara swung her legs over the edge, and clutched her forehead as if it was in pain. Her purple eyes were filled with wonder.
"What a strange dream," she thought aloud. Then she got out of bed completely, and got ready for school. Her feet dragged behind her as she slumped forward. Somehow, her entire body ached, but she hadn't done anything that would cause this sort of pain to happen. Did she? Tamara let out a sigh as she continued to drag her aching body to school. Suddenly a pair of piercing yellow eyes flashed across her vision. She gasped, but then relaxed as she continued to walk.
Once she got to school, most of her energy had already been spent. Someone came at her when she opened the door to the classroom; she punched them in the face, and slowly made her way to her seat.
"Kanamari-san! How are you doing?" Rukia asked as she walked up to the exhausted Tamara.
"Oh, ohayo, Rukia. I hurt like hell," was her response, and imaginary tears could practically been seen coming down like a waterfall from her closed eyes. For a second, Rukia was silent, thinking. Tamara's eyes snapped open, and asked, "So how are you doing?" Rukia smiled.
"Just fine, and I'm sorry that you're in pain. Do you know why?" Tamara hesitated.
"I honestly don't know," she answered. Rukia noted the delay in her answer, but didn't mention it as thoughts ran through her mind. Tamara's eyes began to droop, and then she laid her head on the desk with her arms underneath. Rukia, then, went back over to Ichigo to talk. That stupid dream seemed so real. Tamara thought to herself. But it couldn't have been real, that's just impossible! Gah! This is just stupid! Unbeknownst to Tamara and most people in the room, the frustrated Tamara was surrounded by a bright, purple light. Rukia and Ichigo looked at Tamara, and then at each other.
A few days later, after school had ended, Tamara was no less distressed. Rukia, Ichigo, "Chad", Uryu, and Orihime were all close behind, which was not known to Tamara. While the walking students proceeded to their task, silence enveloped them. Then, out of nowhere, a loud, high-pitched scream/squeak sounded, and the group following Tamara jumped. Tamara just looked startled and scared at the object that caused her to shriek. A car, and a bush right next to it, had suddenly sprung on fire. Though, there was something odd about the fire; it was purple. Purple? All five of the teenagers thought in unison; Tamara was too petrified to think.
Unexpectedly, Tamara suddenly dashed away from the scene, the others jumped in momentary surprise from the sudden movement. Suddenly, Ichigo started chasing after Tamara. Soon he caught up to her, and tackled her to the ground. She had once more been pinned by him. Tamara froze as her scared, dark purple eyes met angry brown ones. Everyone else was running into the scene. Tamara saw them in the background over Ichigo's shoulder. Her eyes widened.
"Y-you all followed me?" Tamara asked with a gasp. They all kept silent, realizing that they had just been caught. Tamara cleared her throat, and Ichigo got off of her. Tamara stood, and stared at her "followers" with angry, narrowed purple eyes. They began to sweat under the intensity of Tamara's gaze. They gulped.
"What the hell were you following me for, eh?" Tamara demanded. Silence. The flame in Tamara's angry eyes grew, and one of them finally decided to speak.
"W-we all just w-wanted to see if you were okay," Rukia stuttered. Tamara's eyes narrowed, and the others' bodies tensed.
"Then let me ask you this, since at least of couple of you must know, what in hell is that?" Tamara screamed, and pointed behind her at the Hollow that had just shown up. The five just stood there with their mouths open, going 'uh' in unison. Tamara didn't turn around, but kept glaring with her hands on her hips. The purple, aura-like light surrounding Tamara had grown very large at this point, and from it came a large, extremely sharp, blade-like shape of purple light that went straight through the Hollow, and badly injured a far away man with a large afro. Tamara didn't notice this, but Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Chad, and Uryu did. A large sweat drop formed at the back of their heads, in sympathy for that man with the afro.
"Uh..." was all they could manage once more after watching that little scene. Tamara was fighting to keep control of her temper (or what was left of it) as she growled lightly, but soon that weak resolve broke, and Tamara exploded, along with a mass amount of somewhat secret reiatsu.
"I've had enough of this crap!" The extremely loud volume was nothing compared to the enormously strong reiatsu that nearly, literally, knocked the five off their feet. By the time they had recovered with their arms down at their sides and their eyes open, Tamara was already gone. There had even been a small mix of dust and dirt that had been created from the strong impact of all that reiatsu, and that eventually cleared.
A few more days passed, and Tamara was still trying to calm down and figure what's going on. She did, though, calm down enough to start talking to people again. At lunch, Asano Keigo started hitting on Tamara, or just ranting about how "cute" and "adorable" she was, although Tamara couldn't tell which it was since they were usually the same thing. Her polite attempts at making him stop failed, and lost the little patience she had, and resorted to violence by punching him square in the face. He was sent to the ground on his back.
"You never learn do you, Keigo?" Tamara asked, the rage in her voice was perfectly clear. All the witnesses developed large sweat drops. A Hollow cried out, and Tamara's hands immediately covered her ears, her legs also inverting inwards with her feet spread apart.
"Ah! Won't those things ever shut up?" Tamara screamed. Keigo looked at her oddly while everyone else was looking in any other direction possible. Suddenly, there was a huge force that seemed to attempt to blow everyone away. They all, somehow, managed to keep themselves from being pushed off the roof. Tamara's huge reiatsu had struck again.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else, the man with the afro from before was walking, wrapped in bandages in almost everywhere possible. Suddenly, a strong reiatsu hit him, and he amazingly obtained more new cuts. However, his afro still remained perfect. As he commented on this, another tiny burst of reiatsu hit him, and carved off a chunk of his large afro. His hands reached up, and held it while fake tears streamed down his face. He was complaining non-stop for the majority of the next hour.
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I didn't write this story, it belongs to Eternity Crystal (also DemonAngelPrincess666) and I've had her permission to post it on the site!