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The streets were being filled with the supporters of Team Shinigami. They were running wild, cheering, celebrating for this was their first Japan National Cup. The wait has finally came to an end for today, the young Shinigami team, had defeated the Royal Espadas.
"Ok guys. Let's bring the trophy outside!" Ichigo looked around to see that his team couldn't contain their excitement of winning as they jumped and cheered. Renji was hugging the cool team captain Toshiro meanwhile the ever so upright team member, Byakuya, was smiling. 'That's something you don't see everyday…' the thought accord Ichigo.
Leaning against the wall while hearing the ruckus of the team members, is an childhood and best friend of Ichigo, Chad being quiet as usual but you could tell that he was very enthusiastic about the win but is taking it all in very calmly.
"Kurosaki. Are you just going to stand there, staring at everyone or are you gonna move your **!?" Said a stoic voice with a hint on annoyance. Ichigo glare drew daggers at the newcomers whom was none other than Ishida, team member number one goal keeper. That bastard always knew how to get under his skin but if it weren't because they were team mates, he would of already beaten him up a long time ago.
"Shut up, Ishida." He wasn't in the mode for this. Breathing out a frustrated sigh, he made his way to the exit before stopping and giving his team mates his full attention. "Yo! Let's roll! Can't keep the fans waiting."
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Stepping out into the cold weather, the auburn princess adjusted her scarf around her neck. "Wow…" Her breath was taken from the sight. Never in her life had see seen so many people on the streets of Karakura town.
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Bright orange hair came out of the tunnel of crazed fans as he heard their screaming and chanting.
"It's Ichigo-kun~!"
"You're the best!"
"He is so cool!"
"The best player in the world!"
They would always be the same. Crazed Fans…
Ichigo smirked. He adored his parsing fans; greatly. He made his way through the sidelines to sign autographs when he noticed a boy, not much older than ten, wearing the teams number 10 shirt. His number. The kid reminded him of his childhood past. He remembered standing on the sideline, wishing and hoping that one day he could be the one… His gaze softens as he watched the boy becoming nervous.
"K-Kurosaki-sama…" He stuttered on his words as he tried to find the confidence to speak; feeling as though he might faint.
"Yo! Care for an autograph of mine?" Reaching for his pocket, he pulled out a sliver looking pen. He looked down at the boy and saw himself in those brown orbs.
"Hey, don't give up on your dream, kid." He advised. He didn't deal well when it comes to emotions. 'Emotions are for the weak,' he always told himself. Turning around to make his way towards the bus, something caught his eye. A women. A long haired auburn women with those capturing grey eyes, looked at him in surprised. It felt weird as if those eyes were able to see through his very soul. No. He wouldn't be drowned by her scoffing as his scowl came on full forced. 'Emotions are for the weak,' he reminded himself. He kept repeating the mantra before stepping on the coach bus. He waved one last time at his fans before his attention was once again, on her.
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Wanting to see what the hullabaloo was all about, she made her way through the tough crowd. The first thing her vision pointed out was bright orange hair. She had a feeling to whom they belonged to. As the figure turned, Inoue froze. It was none other than Kurosaki-sama himself. 'What was he doing in Karakura town?' She began to wonder.
As their eyes met, she felt drown to him until the moment was shattered with him leaving. His gaze landed on her for one last time before the bus droved away.
Why did she feel weird when their eyes met? Tapping on her chin, she made a deduction that it was probably because of the little blue man; giggling, she had not realized that she had spoken out loud which earned her some odd looks.
"Orihime!" a familiar said voiced called.
"Tatsuki-chan!" An enthusiastic Orihime replied, waving her hands in the air; wildly. It has been quite a long time since she has last seen her best friend.
"Hey! Watch were your waving those arms!" An angry bystander yell, almost knocking Inoue off of her fear. Before Inoue could of blinked, the man was on the ground; holding his stomach while groaning from the pain.
"Ano, Tatsuki-chan… It wasn't very necessary to do that…" She pouted before embracing her friend in a tight hug.
"Orihime." The friend being embraced from the hug couldn't be able to breath and Orihime noticed that. 'Damn she's strong…'
"Sorry, Tatsuki-chan…" She apologized as she meekly laughed it off.
"Oh! Umm… Kurosaki-sama was in town!" Orihime's face had started to turn red but it seemed the her companion didn't pay any attention to it.
"That arrogant bastard." Peeping to see what Orihime's reaction will be didn't seem to disappoint her.
"Tatsuki-chan… He's not arrogant. I think it's the media." She defended.
"If you say so, Orihime, if you say so…" Tatsuki echoed the last part as she stolen one last glance at Orihime before focusing straight ahead.
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Ichigo didn't stay long at the party so he went home instead. Laying down on his bed, comfortable, the last thing (or someone) came into mind was the auburn beauty before he fell into a deep sleep.