Ichigo sighed. Writing a poem about his family was a true invasion of privacy. That, and he didn't know alot of words. Slowly, he got up from his desk and layed down on his bed, yawning.
Well, maybe if he slept on it.
"The King has a poetry assignment due tomarrow." Hichigo said dully, watching as rain pattered to the never-ending ground.
"And what do you want me to do about it?" Asked a just-as-lazy Zangetsu, who was leaning against a building. The hollow shrugged.
"Well, arn't you his Zanpactou? Isn't it your job to give him advise on shit like this? Besides, being held back a grade doesn't look good on a resimee." Drowned out the Hollow, raising out his hand to feel the soft rain.
"If you want him to pass, you write a Poem." Said the Zanpactou, who dissapeared into the endless shadows.
Hichigo snorted.
"Maybe I will."
Being in the King's actual body was weird, in it's own way. But Zangetsu was keeping Ichigo busy, so it really wasn't time for complaints.
He grabbed a blue pen and started to write.
"Meloncoly Rain"
Did You Know I had the perfect mother? The Rain here is so dreary, King,
She had a heart of gold
the songs she sang when I was young,
Forever mine to behold
They wern't really for me, oh no
At least I don't think they were
But sometimes it's nice to pretend,
That I, to, have her Heart Of Gold
But I'm happy all the same
For in the darkness of your subconcious
A golden Bell will ring
The gold will crash
It will bash
And wall you cry I will laugh
Because that little bell you hold so dear
Cannot outshine our Mother Dear
I have two sisters, do you believe it? We have a father, to? But blood isn't all that binds us His sister isn't our sister "Big Brothers Are Born First
One An Iron Hold on our shared Soul
The other a gentle grasp on our Swored
One sees what the other does not,
The other looks beyond the drought
Nothing passes their sugary eyes
For they do not hold a single disguise
Well, I never knew
He's loud and he's crazy
A face like the goat of a beard that he is
Lets call him goat beard
We know he doesn't like it
But that's why I like it
For seeing him angry
Truly makes me happy
Oh no, no it's not
Don't forget our Brother,
A prince with a Dragon
A dragon made of snow
He keeps him safe wall we're away
So we are enternally thankfull
We hate her, don't we king?
For what she does to him,
Is cruel, beyond saving
We can't, we shan't
We will never forgive her
For whose so cruel as to force a boy
To become a man at his early age?
To protect the ones that come after"
As our Mother once said, not to me but to you
So do me a fovour, my King
Protect Our Sisters, protect our brother,
Protect them not for me, But for Mother
Don't stomp on her grave today,
Do as she says
And protect the others, okay?'
Ichigo snorted as he woke up, face flat on the desk. Groaning, he got up. Looking at the clock, he realised about two hours had past. He got up, about to join his sisters for dinner.
He stopped suddenly, though, and looked at the phone. Sighing, he walked towards the phone and dialed Toshiro's number. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make sure the youngest Taicho was still alive.
Well, alive as a Death God could be, anyways.
"Kurosaki?" Came the cold voice of the Taicho.
"Hey, Toshiro. Just calling to ask if you remembered to write that Poem for school, since your, well, yeah..." He could hear the white-haired Shinigami grind his teeth together through his Soul Phone.
"First of all, Kurosaki, it's Captian Hitsugaya. And secondly, yes, I remembered the project. I have yet to do it, as Matsumoto won't do her paper work unless I put her under constant servailance." His voice sounded very annoyed, and Ichigo couldn't help but smirk, picturing a scowling Toshiro hold a phone to his ear, unblinking eyes strained on his whining Lieutenant.
"Well, how'd you like to come over for dinner, then?" The quistion slipped out before he could stop it. But when he said it, he honestly wouldn't want to take the offer back.
"And what, praytell, would I do with Matsumoto?" He could practically feel the cold from the other side of the line.
"Leave her at Urahara's and bribe Jinta with a lollypop. Trust me, it works."
The Captain sighed. He wasn't getting out of this one.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Great!" Ichigo grinned, hanging up.
Walking down the stairs, he saw Yuzu had just started preparing dinner.
"Hey, Yuzu, mind if we have a guest over?" Ichigo asked, and the girl looked up.
"Not at all! Oh, could you help me with the salad, Ichi-nee?"
He smiled.
"Sure."
'This is my family. And, Toshiro, I think you need to be apart of it.'