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Thud. "What the hell?" agitated from before, Ichigo picked up the box that fell down. He was in no mood today as he has been packing the whole day. Curious, he wanted to open the box. He could not remember seeing this box anywhere, but it was oddly hidden in the closet. When opening, his eyes widened. There it was, infront him were all the drawings Rukia had left behind. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to touch them, but his hand automatically started going through the box. One by one, he looked at the drawings. After finishing, he put all of them back in box and carried it out.
"Are you done packing", his father asked, with a smoke in his hand.
"Yeah, almost done. Just have to throw the trash I don't need", Ichigo replied and stepped outside. He put the box near the trash and stared at it. No regrets. Suddenly rain came pouring down. Still, Ichigo kept staring at the box, now getting all wet from the rain. Goodbye. Filled with different emotions, he walked away and went inside the house.
"Ichi-niisan", Yuzu called out from the kitchen. Ichigo entered the kitchen with a surprised face. The dinner table was filled with all his favorite foods and every one of them smelled really good. He glanced at Yuzu, who had band-aids plastered in five of her fingers. "I tried my best, I hope you will like it", she said while slightly laughing. "Idiot, why are you still standing there? You know people are starving, right?", Karin stated as she was sending a sit-down-and-eat-or-I-will-kill-you glare towards Ichigo.
"Thank you Yuzu" Ichigo praised her sister and sat down. Really, thank you for your support.
They had their dinner like usual. Isshin talked nonsense as Ichigo would now and then punch him in the face, while Karin would just ignore him coldly and Yuzu frantically trying to calm everyone down.
"Are you sure about this, son?" now alone in the kitchen with Ichigo and the girls were in their bedrooms.
"It's only one hour away with car" Ichigo took a sip from his tea. Nothing is sure unless you try.
Isshin could not help but be concerned about his son. It was not long ago he made this decision which involved studying medicine and moving out from home. "I just want to make sure you made this decision with a peace of mind and not because….", he stopped. Ichigo looked at his father for a second before focusing on his teacup again. "Just don't cry during rainy days", Isshin continued, showing a smirk. He stood up and walked to his son's side. Gently he put his hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Make sure to give me a grandchild soon", Isshin expressed his feelings while looking at Ichigo with puppy eyes. From the hallway, one could hear the loud commotion coming from the kitchen.
Ichigo now back in his room, looked around to see if he had forgotten anything. It was weird for him to see his room completely empty. The wall was naked, the desk and the closet cleaned out. Finally I understood how it felt like having the past tattooed in your brain. He slowly walked towards his bed and sat down. His hands covered his face as his head looked down at the floor. It just hit him now, that he was taking one step into the future he was going to build for himself. And yet I am still missing someone. He laid down and was now looking at the ceiling. He could hear the rain pouring down. His arm reached out towards the ceiling, as if he was seeing someone in front of him.
"Don't cry…." Ichigo slowly pulling back his arm and rested it over his eyes.
The rainy days were now rainy again. For him, the rain stopped when that person was around. Now that Ichigo found himself being alone again, the rain had come back.
Water came unexpectedly and it would not stop. My body wanted it to stop, but my heart wanted to let it out for some reason.
Early in the morning, everyone woke up to find Ichigo already gone. In the kitchen, Yuzu was crying on her father's shoulder. Karin on the other hand, was sitting on the couch, trying not to fall asleep again.
"I'll see you later!" a note that Ichigo had left on the kitchen table.
