Games People Play
(I do not own Bleach. D: Tite Kubo owns that. I do, though, own Ash.
Ichigo POV.)
It was early September when she walked into KaraKura High. It seemed as if it were her first trip to not only the school, but the world itself.
The girl who was the color of chocolate pie. The girl who towered over the student body and could compete with Chad. The girl who noticed how dark it got when your eyes closed.
She had a slouching kind of walk, but there was always the loud squeak that reminded you of P.E. class when her sneakers graced the floor. Her eyes.. her eyes were the color of cinnamon, much like my own. A goofy grin was spread across her face as she said hi to people she had never met, those sepia-colored eyes sparkling under wisps of half-pink, half brown hair.
The day she came, she introduced herself in an overly-welcome way. Her Japanese was off.
She sat next to me that day, in the empty seat I had gotten used to having. I expressed my distaste, and she gave me that grin, softly crooning a verse of some English song in my ear.
"It's Motown," She explained to me later, in science class. "The Spinners. Have you heard them before?"
I shook my head no.
"It's a shame, they're my favorite." She turned back around in her seat, ears tuned to the lecture, picking words apart so she could understand.
Her name was Ash. That's all that she told us.
-End Chapter 1-