Okay so i actually decided to continue this again. I'm not sure why i keep coming back to this fanfiction, probably because there aren't that many IchiSen fanfics on this and some of the better ones (there used to be one called "Sennagami") have been taken down and i can't seem to find them no matter where i seem to look. On top of that the movie is quite old now, so not many people are writing fanfics for them, which is probably why.
Update 1: Sorry for the update, but i was contemplating another chapter for this fic and realized something had to be changed for the next chapter to work, if you notice the change (literally 3 letters) let me know because it's just three letters but it's a huge difference.
Disclaimer: i do not own bleach, or any of the characters associated with it. If i did... i would be earning a crap load more money than i am earning now.
Hey Ichigo Part IV
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"Hey Ichigo."
"Yeah?"
"How did we end up in this mess?"
"How should I know, this has to be your fault."
"Really now."
"Defiantly!"
"Well… I guess we better run."
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She ran through the night street, her legs carrying her to a far away destination as though her life counted on it. After seeing the destruction of the city block, she was certain her life did depend on it. He stayed back to fight whatever that thing was. It looked human enough but its power, its suffocating sensation; there was no way that thing could be viewed as human. So, what of the black clothed, orange hair idiot running in the opposite direction?
She collapsed, hands upon knees panting. She ran as far as she could from the city block but still she thought it wasn't enough. She felt "him," felt his power. She could feel him fight whatever that thing was, that demon that came crashing through the night. Since when had this sensation start? Since when had she been so aware of the things around her? Oh right, it started after that first day she saw him on the bridge.
It had started after that first night she saw that blurry image standing high in the night's sky. He was standing there next to the moon and stars. She couldn't make him out clearly at the time; his image was fuzzy as though it wasn't quite complete. She had waved it off as some weird dream the next morning. There was no way a person could actually stand in the sky now could they? Plus she only ever saw him once, on the bridge that morning as she ran past, not caring who he was. After all he was a 'nobody,' another face in the crowd. That was, until he made himself a 'somebody.'
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"Hey Senna."
"What do you want pervert? And how do you know my name?
"I'm not sure… I'm just returning this."
"My ribbon! So, you're a stalker and a pervert… creepy."
"I am not! I didn't even know it was yours until I caught it 20 seconds ago!"
"Wow, are you for real? Whatever, I was going to get a new one anyway; I think yellow this time around."
"I think red suits you a lot better."
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He came crashing into her world, like a protagonist from some teen anime or drama. He was standing there, a red ribbon in hand. She had no idea if it was actually hers or not, but she had lost hers two days before and he knew her by name. Of course it was only natural to assume the worst.
"Alright Mr. Perverted Stalker!"
Of course he denied it like anybody would. At least he was honest. But she took it in stride all the same taking her ribbon back from him and allowed to meet with him again on another occasion. She ignored common sense and agreed to meet with the 'perverted stalker.' Why? She was not so sure herself. In her mind, matching the image of the orange haired perverted stalker with an actual stalker seemed so far fetched it border-lined on bad teen comedy.
But she had watched his retreating back wishing that the two didn't have to be separated just yet. She had watched his back with the image of a giant sword across his back, chasing after something high in the sky, something that was just beyond both of their reach. Something, which she wished he would be able to reach some day. So she tied her hair back up, and took that step to their second meeting.
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"Hey Shinigami."
"Yeah?"
"How long are you going to be running for?"
"As long as I need to"
"You can't protect that soul forever."
"Senna! I told you to run!"
"Die!"
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She cast her gaze skywards only to realize that their battle had drawn them both to her. She saw them resume their battle as she continued to run through the night's street. The pair in the sky clashed in battle over and over. Each time sending a giant shock wave though the night's still air. She looked around at the houses but nobody seemed to be disturbed in the slightest. As though this event was only happening to her and her alone.
What the hell was going on?
She wanted to scream at the absurdity of the situation. She wanted to yell at the world at how this situation even happened. Why did nobody else notice the battle that was currently raging in the night's air? Why could she see what's going on while those around her paid absolutely no heed. Right… The only logical conclusion was this was just a dream. This was just a continuation of that dream from all the way back then. Every part of her body screamed at her that his was real, that this was happening; however her mind was made up. This was a dream, so the only way to end this dream was to turn around and face those demons. The only way to escape this nightmare was to simply die.
She turned around, arms spread wide, willing to face whatever this nightmare had to throw at her. Her body, her soul screamed at her to run. To listen to the orange haired idiot that snow balled into her life. Screamed at her to listen that this was real, that this was happening, but her brain had over-ridden all those emotions. The blue haired demon was coming for her.
"Senna! What are you doing! Run!"
"Cero!"
"Hey Senna." Those were the words that were first spoken to her that fateful morning. Words that were felt more forced then actually said. She had skidded to a stop, her eyes wide and fearful. He stood there, holding nothing but a simple grin. Common sense told her that she should run, to deny his advance but some part of her held her there. What was this long forgotten feeling? What was this missing memory? Will standing by his side help answer these questions?
"What do you want pervert? And how do you know my name?
She had answered his advance with nothing more than a joke of a question. Something which was both supposed to be insulting and repelling, however he continued to stand there, his grin growing ever wider. Why? She didn't fully understand. What was that mysterious knowing glance in the back of his eye every time she opened her mouth, insulted him, or talked about her love of heights. Why did his eyes twinkle or his smile widen whenever she insisted on helping a lost child on their 'dates,' or when she dragged his lazy ass to the ferries wheel no matter how many times they had ridden it previously? Why did it feel like he had known her for a lifetime if not more?
Why?
Nobody had been able to put up with her antics previously. Nobody had been able to beat her in her game of tag or hide-and-seek, except for this Strawberry that appeared in her life. Why had this stalker come crashing into her life with no warning in the middle of Autumn? Why did her heart soar when he first called out her name? Was this how all those girls felt when they spoke of love like they do in all those teenage dramas? No this feeling is quite like that, this was more of a forgotten memory, of a forgotten promise between two people that was struggling to survive within the turmoil of doubt of one's mind. What did his eyes hold? What memories did he have? Why did he call out to her on that day in Autumn?
Why was he looking at her like that?
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"Hey Senna"
"Yeah?"
"It's okay, I'm okay, you don't need to make that face."
"This is all a dream right?"
"Of course it's a dream, when you wake up, everything will be okay."
"You promise?"
"Of course, now you need to run. Get as far away from here as you can."
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He lay there by her feet, injured and broken. The demon was laughing high above them both. He was struggling to stay conscious, to return to the fight to protect her. Right, that was this feeling. He didn't feel like a stalker to her. He felt more like a silent guardian, somebody that was constantly watching her back, constantly looking over her shoulder making sure she was okay, making sure that she didn't even realize. He had protected her from that blast; he had protected her from that blue-haired demon.
He was using his sword as a support. His black uniform was damaged and covered in his blood, but he was still standing, he was still fighting. He was struggling to stand even though his body was beaten and broken. He still stood his ground even as his legs wavered, threatening to cave in at any moment.
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"Hey Shinigami."
"Yeah?"
"Is this all a bankai can do?"
"Aki-ga Tenshou! (Autumn-Fang Heaven-Piercer)"
"What the hell was that?"
"Am I still disappointing you Arrancar?"
"Now I have a reason to kill you!"
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He grabbed his face in pain. No he was already in pain but he was nearing his limit. She could see that clear as day. Why was he pushing himself so hard? What was he trying to protect? The demon was charging forwards, his arm outstretched to punch a hole through his chest.
If the world ended, you'd disappear as well.
I'd rather sacrifice myself then let you die!
Oh right. There was this decision in the past lifetime. A decision like this was made previously. What was this memory again? Who knows, a decision like this was already made. There were only two choices in that lifetime, and the choice made then would be the same made now.
"Senna!"
It would be option 2 every time. Her body had moved on instinct, she stood there standing between him and the demon. She stood between his death with her own. So that was the sensation buried deep within her soul. He knew didn't he? Without a doubt he knew or felt something because of these forgotten memories. That's why he chased her; he chased her because of his curiosity. He wanted to know what these memories were; he wanted to know the feeling associated with these forgotten memories even though she had forgotten. So why did she chase after him? He was a nobody, however so was she. He had become a somebody, and so did she. It's funny how these memories only begin to surface when one was facing death, when one was watching their end of existence. It was a fitting end to this nightmare after all.
"RRROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRR"
Her eyes opened, wide and fearful, his were covered by a white mask as he roared into the night air. What had happened to him? He gripped the demon's wrist a hairs breath from her body, crushing the bones underneath as the demon howled in pain. The demon fired a blast and separated himself from her guardian. If the demon was forced to retreat, who was the real demon here? He chased after the retreating figure, high it the night's air as the duo continued to do battle there. She could only watch from the ground below.
"That's more like it Shinigami!"
"I'M MUCH STRONGER THEN YOU ICHIGO! I SHOULD BE THE KING!"
"What the hell are you?"
"I DON'T HAVE A NAME! AHAHAHAHAHA"
"Grind – "
He had cut off the demon's left arm. The demon screamed in pain clutching the stump that used to be his arm. Another slash across his chest caused the blue haired demon to fall, blood trailing in his wake, crashing down to the earth several meters below. She could only gasp in horror as the orange haired demon followed so she ran in the direction the pair. She ran to save her guardian from the demon that he had become.
"Ichigo!"
She had flung herself across his back, to stop him from butchering the blue haired demon. She wouldn't allow him to sink down to his level. She wouldn't allow him to become a demon. She may not have all the memories of that first lifetime together, no matter how long or short it was. He had stood by her then. So she would begin to repay the favour now and stand by him. The orange haired demon continued to howl into the night air, throwing her petite body to the side of the street. Ignoring the broken body of blue haired demon, he directed his attention to her.
She could only chuckle at the absurdity of the situation once again. Here she was trying to save him. Right, option 2 each time wasn't it. The orange haired demon's figure was looming ever larger, it's sword in hand. Her sad smile only widened slightly as she clutched her bloodied arm. The demon had immense strength; it was able to do so much damage with such a small throw. She didn't stand a chance against it. So much for saving him.
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"Hey Ichigo."
"…"
"It's a promise right?"
"…"
"Promise that I will see you again."
"…"
"You didn't forget. I'm glad."
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It laughed at her while swinging its sword. However each time the sword swung down it stopped centimeters from her body. She could only chuckle in amusement at the creatures attempts. One swing, two swings, ten swings, a hundred swings each swing stopping a centimeter or less from her skin. It couldn't scratch her body much less injure her. It screamed in frustration.
"WHY! I SHOULD BE IN CHARGE! YOU'RE SO GOD DAMN WEAK!"
That's because you promised. Isn't that right Ichigo? You promised to go on the ferries wheel, you promised that we would see each other again and you promised that you'd keep me safe. You really did engrave them onto your soul didn't you? You really did find a way to hang onto these feelings, these memories within your very existence. After all you may be a strawberry, but you also protect those around you, don't you? That's just who you are. That is the existence that is known as Kurosaki Ichigo.
"I AM THE KING!"
She slowly stood to her feet, leaning heavily against the wall; the blue haired demon lay there, if he was conscious Senna was unable to tell. His left arm lay close to him as the cut across his body bleed. The wound looked deep however it didn't look life-threatening... yet. The orange haired demon roared at her, pointing it's sword to maintain the distance between pair. Stopping her from getting any closer to it. Stopping her from influencing it's control over him anymore. Well that just wouldn't do. This was her dream after all, she could end it anyway she wanted.
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"Hey Ichigo."
"NO! STAY BACK!"
"This is all a dream isn't it?"
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"
"So the only way I can escape this dream is by dying right?"
"I AM IN CONTROL DAMN IT!"
"I trust you after all."
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She placed both her hands on either side of the blade; the creature looked at her confused, before it started to shout at her once again. It tried to pull the sword away from her but something held it in place. It had enough strength to throw her petite body away like it was nothing, however it couldn't remove the sword from her grip. She didn't understand the situation. She didn't understand what was going on. But she wanted to understand what he was going through; what it was that he was chasing after. What it was that he fought for and the reason he tried so hard. She wanted to understand what it was that he was chasing after. So that's why she was chasing after him. She wanted to know what these forgotten memories would entail. She wanted to exist and not be a 'Nobody.' The black blade was aimed directly over her heart as the creature continued to shout at her. To leave, to disappear. No. She couldn't, wouldn't abandon him. After all, in that once upon a lifetime she had given everything for the man before her. Those very memories which were engraved upon his soul.
"Hey Ichigo… I'm scared."
She leaned forwards, plunging the dark blade deep within her body, piercing right through her beating heart. She felt no resistance. She felt no pain. Her eyes didn't work, neither did her mouth or ears. All she felt was a rush of warmth spread through her body starting at the point of contact between herself and the obsidian blade. She could have sworn she heard voice's in the very distant corners of her mind argue about her. They were arguing what they should do with her and how their 'King' would react, but that was beyond her. Her legs finally gave way and she fell forwards into that unknown, into that pit of darkness.
She wasn't sure when she stopped falling, nor did she know what was happening around her. The ground never came to meet her; all she could do was drift in and out of consciousness, supported by what was in front of her. A new found weight had formed on her left hip.
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"Hey Senna."
"…"
"You idiot."
"…"
"Why didn't you run?"
"…"
"Why did you become a Shinigami again?"
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-fin-
To reviewer's, while i don't particularly mind negative reviews. i would prefer them to be constructive, i'm a lazy ass and if they keep coming, i may actually start deleting but for now i'm just lazy going through the menu options. i would rather dedicate that time to writing. firm believer in if you don't like it... don't read it.
To my other reviewers, thanks for the positive comments and reviews and keep them coming, i'm not sure how much longer i will keep writing this fanfic, but for now here is a continuation.
So what did you think? Drop a review and let me know what you think or if you had any quetsions. Let me know if i should continue, if it's what you expected etc etc.
