Hi everybody! How ya doin? I hope you're great, really. This is my first IchiRuki fanfic, so I hope you enjoy. Any input, suggestions, praise or whatever is always welcome. So please, scroll down and let this begin!
THIS IS F'ING IMPORTANT!
To help you guys enjoy this story (and, in fact, any other) a little more, I will ask you to pay attention a couple minutes. It's no big deal, I assure you. It is just a little technique that will help you get a little more from the fic. I'll ask you for a little favor, though. If you're currently listening to some kind of music, please put it on pause it for a couple minutes. Here it is:
First of all, close your eyes and visualize (imagine) your kitchen. Really, visualize it. With the refrigerator, the floor, the walls, the color, etc. Done? Cool. Now, watch yourself getting a fruit from the refrigerator. Ok? Great, now I want you to visualize getting that same fruit, but from your point of view. Feel the fruit. Is it cold? Feel the feeling of the refrigerator's door while you close it. Is the fruit a pear, an orange, an apple? Taste it. Feel its flavor. Now, I'd bet anything that that visualization felt a lot more realistic than the first one. Now, I want you to immerse yourself in the same way in the story you're going to read. If I describe how cold the air is, I want you to feel that sensation. Allow yourself to experience all the feelings and sensations I describe, because that will help you to imagine better and, thus, enjoy more the story. This will not only help you enjoy the fic more, it'll also help you with your general reading comprehension. If you are able to visualize properly while you read, you'll remember a lot more things in a text. If nothing of that matters to you, I won't blame you at all haha. But I'll ask you to give it a try. Ready? Here we go.
Chapter 1: Insomniac
It's nighttime in the Kurosaki residence. The small light of a lamp illuminates faintly the desk of a 15 year old boy in the second floor of the house. You can observe this kid lying in his bed, listening music in his mp3, entranced. His name is Ichigo, and despite how common his appearance is, there's something that stands out above the rest. His hair is orange; a trait that always has caused him trouble. Suddenly, the boy hears a noise in the closet at the side of his bed.
"Still awake, eh Rukia?" said the boy, with a smirk on his face. "Do you need me to tell you a story or something so you can sleep?" Another smirk.
"Shut up, idiot" said an annoyed girl, while opening the closet's door. The girl's name was Rukia, and she appeared to be very young. She had black hair, with a solitary bang that fell in her face, and big violet eyes that were the most appealing thing of her appearance.
"As if I could fall asleep after you tell me a story. I bet I wouldn't be able to close my eyes after hearing it" she said, with a little anger in her voice.
"You'd be surprised" Ichigo said, staring at her. "I've had to make my sisters fall asleep a lot of times when my old man isn't home, so I think I'm kinda good at it" he finished.
"Pff… I can't imagine it at all. I'm sure your sisters only acted asleep so you got out and stopped bothering them" now the black-haired girl was the one speaking with sarcasm in her voice.
"Maybe" Ichigo conceded. "But I still think that it'd be the best option for you, unless you have a better idea."
The girl looked at him angrily during some seconds before giving up. "Ok, I'll take the offer. But the story better be good" she said, smiling dangerously.
Ichigo, without losing his composure one bit, smirked. "I'm sure you'll like it."
After a long time I finally decided to update this. The chapters are currently under revision, and I wouldn't be surprised if I needed to fix more things. My English was awful when I first uploaded this, so there are many things wrong. Oh well, enjoy.
