Italics are thoughts
bold for Ichijo's sarcasm
Nope, I don't own a thing except for my OC Ichijo and the plot bunnies planting themselves here and there as we go. Everything else goes to it's creator.
It was bright, but there was no source to it. Shining through closed eye lids that fluttered every now and again. The lids were hiding rich chocolate brown irises. The being was lanky but still managed to have some curves, distinguishing that they were a female. Seemingly in a dream like state. Her hands laid on either side of her head; full of blond ringlets that were spread around her like a halo. Although she was dirty and covered in grime. Those eyes opened and a hand covered pouty lips as she yawned. Her clothes were ripped in some places, but they remained in tact as she stretched her muscles. Man that was some good sleep...
"Yo! Ichijo, where are ya?" Someone was calling for her? How long have I been out? She thought with her index finger to her lip. "Ichijo! Come on, we got things ta do! If someone finds you out her, who knows what'd happen to ya!"They yelled again probably hoping to get a response.
"Yea Yea, I hear ya Isshin!" Ichijo finally called back.
Her pace back to her 'rescuer' was a slow one since she had no real interest to return back to the academy. When she got there, Isshin was dressed differently than what she was used to; that being the garb of the shinigami. But he was wearing a white hoari over it...must've gotten promoted. "So you did it after all, squad ten. Sheesh, Isshin you make us other shinigami look bad." She joked lightly. He nodded with a grin.
"I'm leaving soon," the brunette started as they walked the path back to her dorm. She was quiet, almost to quiet as she stared ahead of them. Her eyes never met his the whole time they traveled. Ichijo was always unpredictable when she was like this. To his surprise what he got was, "Who is she?" He face-planted in shock, quickly scrambling back to his feet to catch up with her since she kept walking, ignoring his short meeting with mother Earth.
"U-uh, her name is Misaki..." He continued to chatter about his 'beloved' until the had finally reached her room. Isshin had thought about how much of an improvement it was from her past residence in the 75th district in Rukongai...those days had been dark indeed. He shook his head to rid himself from the negativity and to refocus on Ichijo who started to speak again.
"Good luck Isshin, I hope you make it through your journey in the world of the living. ." He smirked. "Of course," winking at her "I would kill myself if I didn't succeed!" Ichijo chuckled at his antics. She would miss the of when he decided to take his leave. Even though they had discussed it before...it was still saddening to see him go. Shaking her head as she moved to enter her dorm room.
The blond looked around her 'home' and sighed.
50 years later
Isshin was gone leaving an ever loyal Ichijo Hatake behind to pick up what was left of his division's members and motivate them to keep moving. Most of her time was spent in the fifth's quarters moving up the ranks quietly to avoid attention. Things weren't exactly as she had hoped when she managed to get transferred into her friend's former place in the ten division. How the hell did he manage to get anything done with his troublesome third seat Matsumoto around?
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On the other hand at least she made a friend out of Kaien Shiba and Yoruichi Shihoin. Unless you count how much their appetite empties one's wallet after losing a bet not to long after the friendship began.