Ichigo woke up surprised to find he didn't have a hangover. He blinked, combing his fingers through his messy hair. Ah, that's right. I danced the whole time, so I never had more than a sip. He was dancing with her. That impossibly small girl with dark hair and piercing violet eyes. How will he ever forget her? He probably won't. And Ichigo knew that. He climbed out of bed and stretched. What a night. The teenager glanced at his iHome. It was 11:00 am. He winced. Ichigo quickly showered and got dressed. He clasped his incredibly expensive Rolex watch on his wrist. Ichigo grabbed his bag and hurried down the hall. "Ichi-nii? What are you still doing here?" His little sister, Yuzu, asked. "I thought you had to meet—"
"Yeah, I know," Ichigo hurriedly cut her off. "I've got to go… So see you, Yuzu." He rushed out the door, quickly running to the elevator. Ichigo was born into a privileged family, his father was a prestige doctor in New York, granting him rank and cash. Before his mom died of cancer, their family moved to New York City, in a nice apartment. They moved soon after her death, into an even nicer apartment with an amazing view of Central Park.
Ichigo called for a cab, and while he rode towards the hospital, all he could think of was the girl he danced with. He felt bad for leaving her on the dance floor, but he was already late for his curfew. He knew he would hear it from his dad as soon as he got there. She was so beautiful; her pale skin and dramatic eyes. She was small, but so strong. He'd wish anything to be there with her again… Anything at—
"Here we are, sir," the cab driver said. Ichigo paid him and jumped out the car. His mind was still fogged with thoughts of the girl. He started to sprint into the hospital, going into the elevator panting.
"In a rush, are we?" A nurse asked with a raised eyebrow. Ichigo grinned. The elevator doors wooshed open and Ichigo rushed into the lobby.
"You're late," a voice said from behind. "Very late." Ichigo turned around. It was Ishida. He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," He said annoyed. They walked over and sat down, waiting for the doctor to come. Silence. "So, did you go to the masquerade last night?" Ishida immediately turned away.
"Yes, I did. And I found it completely pointless." Ishida was blushing.
"So you met a girl," Ichigo said, grinning. "I did too."
"Who said I met a…" He stopped. "Was it you dancing with the girl in the red mask?" Ichigo nodded.
"She was amazing, man," Ichigo said, leaning back in the chair. "Perfect. Not to mention the fact that she was totally hot. Her body was so...well it was enough to make you feel something. I wish I got her name, you know?"
"Whose name, Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo stood up immediately. The doctor finally arrived. Ichigo and Ishida were both shadowing Doctor Urahara for the week; the both of them wish to pursue medical positions after college. Dr. Urahara was a seemingly carefree man; with blond hair and a lazy smile.
"N-No one's name," Ichigo stammered. Ishida was stifling the urge to burst out laughing. Ichigo flashed a sideways glare at his friend for not getting a warning. "It's really no one."
"Ah, I see, you teens are getting involved with girls now," the doctor continued. "Be careful you don't do anything too rash." He eyed Ichigo. "If you know what I mean." Ichigo blushed.
"I do not know what you mean, sir, and sorry, but I don't intend on knowing," the boy said through gritted teeth. "Shall we get on now?" Ishida couldn't control himself. He started laughing, causing the whole lobby to look at him with weird glances.
"Why yes," Dr. Urahara responded with a silly smile on his face. The day continued on, with Ishida taking meticulous notes and Ichigo drifting in and out of daydreams involving the girl. Dr. Urahara would eye Ichigo every now and then, casting Ichigo weird looks. "Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki is shadowing me, along with Ishida Uryuu." The mentioning of his name snapped Ichigo back into reality. Dr. Urahara was talking to another man, clad in a dark suit. The man looked at the two teens as if they were vermin. "This is Byakuya Kuchiki. He is a good friend of mine." The doctor said, patting Byakuya on the back. Ichigo saw him visibly stiffen.
"Ahem," Byakuya cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Pleased to meet you, Byakuya," Ichigo murmured holding out his hand. But the man stared at his hand.
"Mr. Kuchiki," He corrected. "Well, I must be going. My sister is waiting downstairs." Byakuya turned on his heels and walked away. Ichigo stood there, withdrawing his hand.
"I hear he is an amazing lawyer. He must make a massive income," Ishida commented. Their day was basically over, and Dr. Urahara already said his goodbyes.
"I guess so. He seems pretty stuck up to me," Ichigo said. Even though Ichigo and all his friends were fortunate in the money area, it didn't make them all greedy and cliquey. They were different. "Well, see you around." The two of them departed from the elevator, Ishida leaving on a different floor to meet up with his indifferent father. Both boys' fathers were accomplished doctors. Ichigo would be seeing his father later on, for he worked different hours.
When the elevator doors opened, Ichigo saw a girl leaving the building through the automated doors. Her hair was dark, and she was wearing Ugg boots, a mini denim skirt and a vintage jacket. Ichigo noticed her body form, with her delicate curves and skinny legs. He instantly recognized her as the girl he danced with at the masquerade. His eyes widened and he started sprinting across the hospital lobby, dodging old women in wheelchairs and little boys on crutches. "WAIT!" He cried. The girl was already out the door, talking to someone on her cell phone. He couldn't see her face; her back was facing towards him at all times. "HEY! WAIT!" He shouted again, tons of people were now staring. Everyone but her. She was walking farther away, her small form getting lost in the crowd on the sidewalk. Goddamn, I lost her. And I don't even know what her face looks like without a mask on.
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