The kurosaki curse
Were the kurosaki men cursed? I guess it's true when they say history repeats it's self. How foolish of me to think everything would be perfect. You would think I Ichigo Kurosaki with my experience on the matter would know we don't get everything we want. I was standing in my living room looking out of a small dusty window giving me a perfect view of my front lawn. Allowing me to watch the two little orange blurs running amuck outside. My children. Her children. Twins, a boy and a girl. It was beautiful, spring was everywhere, but it was winter that had seemed to have taken hold of me. It seemed the only ones these days that could melt through these days were my kids something years back only she could do. They remind me so much of her it's almost painful. The oldest by only an hour was Ryo next was his sister Akemi. Ryo was a spitfire especially when it came to Akemi. It wasn't unusual for me to get calls from other children's parents about Ryo getting ruff with them and starting fights. Akemi was more into strategizing and tried to talk her way out of everything, they where one hell of a team. Despite their differences they were similar with their devotion to family their love of ketchup on everything, and wanting to help wherever they could but above all they shared her puzzling and wondrous imagination. Something I could never understand it was one part of them that she could only feed. God they missed her, I missed her. Life was easier when she was around. There was no pretending. When there was no hole in the family. How did it get this way? I sighed, and rubbed my temples looking for relief from the pressure of my thoughts. Memories played through my mind on repeat. But all of her…. Orihime