Life Moves On
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She became a cat. He never understood animals, but he tried his best with her. He tried.
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I'm going to open a shop.
That's crazy.
What do you think about calling it Yoruichi and I?
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He did open a shop, but it wasn't called Yoruichi and I. The business was striving, and there was less and less communication between the human and the cat. Often, she would just watch from the door way; watch him handle all the boxes; watch him putting on a smile for the costumers; watching him, watching him, watching him.
Ah, do you feel lonely?
Hm.
I'll hire someone to help me. This way, I'll be able to spend more time with you.
I don't need your pity.
The hired one's name was Tensai.
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He spends most of his time with her. He noticed that she likes her milk warm; that she likes a good scratch behind the right ear; that she likes to spread out on his crossed legs when he's drinking his late-afternoon tea; that she loved chick flicks; that…
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One day, she just disappeared.
She's independent, she'll come back. Life moves on, right, Tensai?
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He never did manage to remember how long it took for her to come back. He stopped counting the days. It hurts less that way. And he just waited. He sat in the doorway and waited. Everyday.
She'll come back tomorrow, he told himself at the end of everyday.
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Everyday, Tensai would mourn for his boss. So enter Ururu and Jinta, whom, in his opinion, puts a bit of life into the shop. And he kept waiting.
Just one more day, he would say.
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She did come back. He smiled. A real smile that went missing with her long ago, but was now found again.
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Everyday, a similar conversation would pop out between the two.
Are you here to stay?
I wonder.
But you never came to like kids.
And every time he said this, she would turn away and rub herself against Ururu's leg.
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A few more years. She never left again, and he was grateful that everyday when he opens his eyes, a black fur ball would greet his face. He would smile at this. At her breathing form; at her soft purring sound; at her moving whiskers.
She still likes her milk warm; still likes a good scratch behind the right ear; still likes to spread out on his crossed legs when he's drinking his late-afternoon tea; still likes chick flicks; still…
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A late afternoon. He was still drinking his tea. She was still spread out on his leg. The sun was still setting.
I like you.
He smirked. I thought you would.
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Sometimes, he questioned her.
Do you love me?
Love is too strong a word.
I see.
And he would kiss her.
Life moves on.
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Author: ZOMG First Bleach fanfic ever! I know it wasn't very good, but I hope you enjoyed it! Um, what else? Yeah, that's about it!