Toshiro lead me to his squad's barracks. "Sorry I need to stop here for a few moments." "Sure. What do I need to see?" All of a sudden Toshiro erupted from his room. He grabbed my arm and pulled back into that room. He sat me down on the bed, pulled up a chair and sat on it. I sat there nervously, thinking what is this about. He looked into my eyes with a seriousness.
Toshiro's P.O.V.
I was about to ask her if there was something wrong because she hadn't said a word, when her eyes caught something about my appearance. Her mouth parted, her eyes darting at my neck. Her mouth finally able to sustain a sentence, created, "Where did you get that?" It was a harsh whisper. What was she talking about?
I caught her gaze's path and followed it to my neck. "My scarf? I got it..." I can't think of it. Wait a minute- A girl. "Umm... I got it from a girl I knew very well a long time ago." "W-what was her name?" "Something with an I. Her father passed away the night, that I left." "Was that day.. May 24th?" Her voice trembled. How did she know that detail? "H- how did you know that?" SHe brought a small smile to her face. "I knew there was something similar about you. I gave you that scarf." Tears streaked her face.
*Flashback*
She slid down her back against a bedroom wall. Why was she crying?
I hurried to her side. She was after crawling under her desk. She tucked her legs into her chest. She was crying. I gently put my arms around her. She looked up at my face, hers plastered with confusion. She managed to stutter, "I thought you guys can't touch things." I smiled, "I'm making an exception. Just for you." She buried her face into my chest. She was breathing steadily, but tears stained her beautiful face. I took a few violet tips of her blonde hair and started to play with them. We sat there for hours, but just as she fell asleep. I remembered why I was still there, stuck there with unfinished business. But it was finished now. I lay her softly, leaning her back against the wall under her table. I stroked her soft hair. Good bye Ichiru.
I'd made a friend.
*ENd of Flashback*
"You were the girl...' SHe nodded silently. I put cupped her face in my hands and raised her head to be level with mine. "Ichiru I'm so sorry. I didn't realise it sooner. I should-"
SHe kissed me. Her arms wrapped around my neck pulling me closer. Our mouths opened and our tongues met one another. My arms travelled down her body, stopping at her waist. I pulled away and started rapidly kissing her neck. SHe groaned moving her body closer to mine and pulling me down onto her body and the bed. Her nimble delicate fingers start undoing my shihakusho. Her hands glide along my shoulders as she sweeps the shihakusho off of my torso. She places kisses all over my chest.
I pin her down and pull her into an embrace, where our lips make a connection. Until now, I didn't realise how much I wanted her. Every touch she brings to me makes me feel alive. The taste of her lips I cherish. The insatiable urge makes me want to kiss her and whisk her away from everything and everyone, only to ravish her and make her mine, but there is a small part that says this is dangerous, stop this now.
I could almost see them. What the hell! I could see them. My crazy side and my serious side, both on my shoulders. My crazy dressed in my shihakusho and my haori, but the shihakusho and my haori were halved as only the bottom was used for it's purpose. The top half however was hanging over my- his legs, with only a sash to hold it up. He was ravenously devouring a watermelon twice his size. On the other hand or should I say shoulder, my serious side was wearing the expression that is usually at home on my face. He was wearing my shihakusho and my haori except the colours were inverted. The white was black and the black was white.
Our conversation is irrelevant but the decision wasn't. My serious side won. I was going to stop what we were doing.
Ichiru's P.O.V
He wants me so much! A voice hissed, "Of course, he likes the power and willstrength, you showed when you stopped me, the other day." Who are you? "I'm your inner hollow. Just like how Ichigo's is Hichigo, mine is Hichiru." Ahh... Copying the hot guy. Huh? "No!" Uh huh... "The h is for hollow. And also to make us different from you people..."
I want this as badly as he does, but I don't know who. Who wants this the most, him or me or her? I could feel her rising within me. Waiting for a chance when I'm vulnerable to take over. But I couldn't let her win, and so I put a stop to the pleasurable act.
I stood up and left Toshiro there. I exited his bedroom and into the halls of Squad 10's barracks. The right shoulder of my shihakusho was slipping off.
I heard some footsteps and a hand on my shoulder, pulling the shihakusho up. I turned expecting it to be Toshiro, but it was a man wearing a captain's haori. He had pure white hair like Toshiro, but his came right down to a little past his shoulders. His kind face wore a gentle smile. I bowed and realised he had a man following him. I peered over his shoulder only to see a man running up in a shihakusho with a woman's kimono draped over it. I only noticed he was a captain, when I saw peeks of his haori from under the very pink and floral kimono.
He came up to us and stopped. "Ahh... Jushiro, you should have waited for me, before leaving me at that brothel." Suddenly he took notice of me. "Ahh... Who is your young friend? She's very pretty." "Actually I just me-" "She is my friend." "Oh no wonder..." An irk mark grew on Toshiro's forehead! "No wonder what!?" The captain shirked behind Jushi-chan. He turned to face me. "Forgive me. I'm Kyouraku Shunsei. Captain of 8th squad." My eyes widened. My voice trembled. "Hello..." His head leans toward Jushi-chan and whispers, "Did I do something wrong?"
I catch this and tell him he did nothing wrong, but did he know a man called Higetsu Ace?
I looked in his eyes and saw a flicker of recognition. He scratched his hat. I looked down, waiting for an answer. I heard someone snap their fingers. I looked up and saw a pale hand. Pointing at me.