Ryukansen FANFICTION: Sequel to falling together
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What Sets Us Apart
Chapter One - Dreams of You
Author's Note: YAY! This story might not be so exciting in the beginning…but it will…I PROMISE …it will show some Ichigo and Rukia romance!
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He sat up straight after finding the clouds quite boring to stare at. A sigh escaped his wet lips as he closed his eyes lazily, hoping to see that same image in his head. A man wearing a dark robe walked through his mind, carrying that huge sword. The Kurosaki legendary sword. But why was he dreaming of such a stupid man? He had no idea.
The boy sighed once again and lay back on the floor, completely defeated. He hated having the same dream. Some of his classmates told him that if he ever had a dream more than thrice it would end up coming true. But no way in hell would he want an orange-haired man hack and slash random things. NEVER.
"Inori!" A woman's voice called out from a small shack. He turned his attention towards his mother. She seemed quite worried as she ran towards him with an angst face. She was wearing her doctor's outfit. And because of that, he knew where she was heading. After all she was the Noble Kurosaki family doctor. He rolled his eyes as he found her shadow looming over him.
"Something horrible happened at the castle…dinner is ready, and I'll be back in three days!" She replied in a hurry and breathed frantically. The child nodded, ignoring all the panic. His mother quickly vanished from his site…probably using Shunpo, and he found himself wanting her to come back. He was lonely…but no way did he want to show her his fragile side. No way. She would probably just reassure him that there's nothing to worry about.
Getting up, Inori swiped all the dust from his beige pants and gazed at the direction of the kingdom. The tall towers soared with pride and nobility, it's beauty surrounded the whole land. He wished to see it…just once…up close, but as usual his mother would scold him - telling him it wasn't his place at all to go there. He turned around and gritted his teeth.
"I hate nobility." He grumbled to himself and ran towards his home. It was a beaten shack, but very sturdy. Most of the villagers were quite envious of his luxury, but yet again…it wasn't his fault that his mother, the great Unohana, was a doctor. A noble's doctor.
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"They're right here!" Kyouraku replied in panic, waving his hands back and forth with great speed. Unohana found the slaughtered bodies lying on the floor; their limbs torn and their faces stricken with horror. "Do you have any idea what….or who could have done this?" The man asked while biting his fingers. Lately Kyouraku had become paranoid; ever since the whole Ichigo and Rukia incident he swore that he was next. But of course…no one would believe him. He always did and said such stupid things.
"…It…it's very similar to one person's…" Unohana replied while covering her mouth with shock. Kyouraku gazed at her, hoping to hear who that person might be. "But…he's already dead." She replied, shaking her head. That brought his hopes down.
The doors swung open and the two gazed at Yoruichi who seemed a little alarmed - if it was not for her serious face. "It's gone…" She murmured gravely while leaning against the door. Unohana and Kyouraku faced each other.
"What's gone?!"
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He swore to himself that he wouldn't cry, but being all left alone nearly killed inside him. He remembered everything. Inori sniffed wiping his eyes. He didn't know if she was his mother…but it was like she was. A normal day…just a normal day, and she was gone. Dead. While he called out for her, no response. "…Why am I crying for nobody?" He asked himself bonking his head against the table while cursing non-stop.
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"…WHAT'S GONE!?" Kyouraku shouted for the third time. Yoruichi was having a hard time talking over his large voice, so she decided to wait till he was finished. She didn't have the energy to yell over him.
"…Ichigo's ashes…" A calm voice replied, and Urahara walked beside his wife. Yoruichi nodded as she found her husband's presence comfortable.
"…I-Ichigo's ashes..?" Unohana whispered.
"Yes." The man replied solemnly. "We do not know what that person is up to…however, we can not leave this event be empty." Urahara groaned and tilt his hat back. He sighed and a smile formed across his lips. "HOWEVER! I have already gotten enough information to know where that person is." He chimed in happily. For his happy attitude Yoruichi punched him hard with a frown.
"Don't be all happy. It's making me mad." She grumbled in a dangerous tone. Urahara laughed sadly and scratched the back of his head.
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"JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HEAD, DAMMIT!" Inori shouted angrily. The picture of that orange-haired idiot was in his head and he wished to get rid of his sight…forever! "Get out…just get out!" He replied in sadness. For a second the man disappeared, and he relaxed. But after that, that same woman that had died in his memories haunted him. "OH HELL NO!" He cried in defeat.
He rest his head against the wooden table. He had lost his appetite, and so left his food untouched on the stove. The boy let out a small sigh and scratched the back of his head.
For minutes he had thought who they were. Who that man was…and that woman. Somewhere…knew that it wasn't a coincidence anymore. After nearly fifty dreams of them in it…he knew it wasn't just a stupid fantasy. He closed his eyes and groaned pathetically. "Who are you..?" He asked staring at the ceiling wall.
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"What could they do with the king's ashes?" Kyouraku asked, lifting up his chin. Yoruichi shrugged while Urahara let out a small uninterested yawn. Unohana, however felt something wrong was going to happen.
"…It could be…resurrection…" She replied quietly while clasping hard on her white fabric. The three stared at her with intense perplexity. "…I have heard…of people being resurrected…through some rumors." The doctor grumbled weakly. "…I do not fully know if it is in fact…true…however, I find it hard why someone needs the King's ashes." She whispered grievously. Yoruichi lifted her head up and gazed at the palace ceiling.
"My god…"
"Is…Rukia-sama's ashes still there?" Unohana questioned in a frantic alarm. Urahara reassured her that the mistresses' was still there. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes. "If…ever…If they ever control him…we will have to use her."
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"Did you get it?" A stoic voice replied through the misty cave. A grunt was the only answer, but the man knew very well that he had obtained what they needed. "Good." Was what he added.
"When will we perform the ritual?" Asked an impatient woman. She was slapped by the man.
"Just shut the hell up." He grumbled in annoyance. "…Whenever I'm ready." He added with a small sign of amusement.