(God is good. I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
Ichigo was simple. Ichigo was complex.
Ichigo was all too wise. Ichigo was all too naive.
Say what you would about Ichigo Hitofuri and be inclined to think what you will but when it came to his brothers, nothing but their well being and happiness came first in his heart.
When they were sorrowful, Ichigo would bend the fabric of the universe till it gave way and their smiles returned and once they did, he would bend the universe the other way around to keep it that way.
This is, of course, if he was able to. Sadly Ichigo, despite what his brothers may think, was only human.
He could only watch as what the universe had to offer unfolded right in front of his tear ridden eyes.
Midare.
Midare had locked himself in the bathroom.
When Ichigo knocked on the door, he didn't answer but the sound of the boys uncontrollable sobs was enough of a response.
"Midare? Midare, please just let me in?"
But he never did and continued to cry.
Ichigo many times considered forcing the door open to get to his younger brother and take him into his arms but what good would that do? The last thing he wanted to do was appear angry to the boy that already blamed himself.
"It's just me…. Please let me in….."
So badly he just wanted to yell even from behind the door that it was fine. That Sadamune's injury was not fatal and that a surprise attack from the Kabishi was never his fault, even if it was his first time as captain.
Such things could be so traumatizing to a boy like Midare but Ichigo, like a small child, struggled with the prospect of them feeling such things at all.
They were too pure, too innocent, far far too perfect. They did not deserve to suffer like this.
But he couldn't stop it.
As much as he despised it, he was only human.
And so, Ichigo backslid down to the floor, resting against the door in hopes his presence would offer some comfort to his crying brother, because at this point, it was all he could do to help.
