Fork In The Road
Chapter 1: Rice Paper?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach!!
After a long day of prescribing different sorts of medicines to his many patients (he was quite a popular doctor), he was thankful to be home.
"Dad! Yuzu, Karin! Where are you?"
Shortly he heard a crash from the kitchen and a jumble of voices!#$#$#$#$&($$#$!$
A puff of black smoke appeared around his father, whose face was…well, black with whatever he was making.
"Dad burnt the chicken!" Yuzu and Karin pointed accusingly at their father.
Ichigo shook his head and headed upstairs to his room, yelling out, "Call me when dinner is ready and is NOT burnt chicken!" before closing the door. Laying on his bed, he let images of Rukia slip in and out of his mind before drifting into a comfortable and much needed nap.
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Kuchiki Byakuya lightly knocked on his sister's door.
"Rukia?" After not getting any response, he parted the two sliding doors and little and peered in. Rukia was curled up on her tatami with a book in her hand. Clearly she had fallen asleep while reading. The poor book, being squashed by her. He chuckled to himself and closed the door, letting Rukia sleep.
Walking further until he reached the gate, he spoke with the guardsman. "Is anyone heading to the human world today?"
"No, sir."
So he had to do it himself. He walked on towards the gate to the human world, clutching the piece of rice paper tightly.
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Waking up from his nap, he decided he needed a breath of fresh air. He walked past his mail box before noticing an odd piece of rice paper jutting out of it. Frowning, he picked it up.
Rice paper? Who on earth still uses it for mail?
He unfolded it. Eyes wide, he realized who it was from.
A/N: sorry, I know this is a pretty short chapter…I've been having a lot of homework lately so I'll try my best to update as frequently as possible! Please review! It means a lot! I'll accept any suggestions for my story. : )