A young girl with brown hair and light blue eyes, that almost lit up in the dark, walked down a dark street, a melancholic look on her face. Her jeans were dragging on the asphault, and her brown shirt stopped right above her naval. The sleeves stopped right at her fingertips. Her brown hair stopped at her shoulders, cut in various layers, with random blonde highlights.
She looked to her left, and then to her right. On her right, there was a small sign that "Welcome to Karakura Town!!" and she smiled a bit. She felt the strong weight of reiatsu on her shoulders, "Hm, there are some spiritually aware residents in this town. This is gonna be interesting." she said, with a small smirk.
She kept walking down the road, now at a faster pace, and she soon saw the town. It wasn't a very lively town, but it would do. She walked over to the first building she saw. It sort of looked like a house, and there were lights on inside, but judging on the sign, it was a health clinic. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times, and knocked on the door.
A boy, maybe fifteen answered the door. He had spiky orange hair, an irregular hair color, and broad shoulders. He had a red, long-sleeve shirt on the had the number fifteen written on it, and he had tight-fitting pants on, "Yes?" he asked.
"Um, My name's Maseko, and I'm looking for a place to stay. And this is a Health Clinic, so I figure that you could um... fix me and sort of... let me stay here?" the girl said nervously.
"Sure, come on in. Watch out for my dad, though." The young man said, letting her in. She came into the house and squinted a bit, she wasn't used to the light, "By the way, my name's Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. Nice to meet you."
"Uh, thanks. Nice to meet you, too." Maseko said, blushing a bit. She walked into the house a little bit more. It was a homey little place, she had to admit. She looked to her left and saw a small kitchen, and a young, small, chesnut-haired girl was cooking and a small, raven-haired girl was sitting at the table.
"Who is this, Ichigo?" A deep voice called. She looked to her right and saw a tall man with black hair that seemed to stand up on it's own, and he had a hawaiian-style shirt on, with a doctor's coat. She assumed that this was the owner of the clinic, and the father that Ichigo was talking about.
"She's a... um, customer, I guess. She... wait, do you have any money?" Ichigo asked the girl.
"Sadly, no. If I could pay you, I certainly would, though." She said. Maseko knew that this was all an act, but hey, she needed a place to stay.
"See, son? She's the kind of girl you need to be dating!" The father yelled, grabbing a small piece of her hair and rubbing it between his index finger and his thumb. She grabbed his hand and threw him across the room, his body making an imprint in the wall.
"Oh, I am sooo sorry! I didn't mean to!" Maseko said, running over to Ichigo's father.
"I like her already." Ichigo muttered under his breath. He walked over to Maseko and grabbed her arm. Her eyes widened for a few seconds, and she immediately took action. She grabbed the arm he grabbed her with and threw him over her shoulder, him landing on top of his father.
"She's a tough one, too." Isshin said from under Ichigo's shoulder.
"Oh, I'm really sorry! I really--" She said, until she was interrupted.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Ichigo yelled, grabbing the collar of her shirt, his knuckle brushing up against her breast.
"No physical contact, please!" Maseko yelled, socking Ichigo in the face and kicking him sharply in the stomach. He hit his dad's imprint in the wall hard, "I'm sorry, but I really don't like physical contact. I... I've been alone for a while, so... physical contact is irregular for me." she said, rubbing her arm tenderly.
"No... physical contact?" Ichigo asked, rubbing his cheek, "Like, you don't want me to touch you?" he asked.
"Um, in both senses, yes." Maseko said, blushing a little.
"That's not what I meant!" Ichigo yelled. He got up from his position, and so did his father. He walked over to Maseko and got his face very close to hers, "So, how do you plan on getting 'fixed', if my dad can't touch you?" Ichigo asked, his nose a centimeter away from hers.
"I... I mean, I guess i could get over it for then--"
"If you can get over it for then, why can't you get over it for just now?" Ichigo asked, his forehead now touching hers. Her bottom lip started trembling, and was holding back a few tears.
"I-I-Ichigo, s-s-stop t-t-touching me." Maseko stuttered, "Or I'll have t-to hurt y-y-you." Ichigo smirked and Maseko's eyebrows furrowed. She pushed on his chest and sniffed back some tears. She ran over to the door, opened it, and rushed out.
"See what you do, Ichigo? That was someone we would've needed to talk to." a small girl said from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, shut it, Rukia." Ichigo said, sighing.
Maseko ran farther up the street and stopped at a random building. To Maseko, it looked like an apartment building, but she didn't know. She walked inside of the building and picked a random door. She knocked.
"Yes?" A busty, orange-haired girl answered the door.