Authors note: Hello and good evening readers :) I hope you are enjoying the cold weather of December like i am. Please forgive me for the late update last month was not forgiving and finals were the pits :( not fun not fun... But now I am here to hopefully bring the joy :D Alright well 'Date' is pretty long so I want to tell you in advance since I normally try to keep the drabs short but this was just SO MUCH fun to write and yeah..it became a tad long T.T
Well there is alot of D stuff, disclaimer, december and of course DRABBLES! hahahaha ahh you have to love me and my bad attempts of being funny xD
Mucho Gracias por mi amigas (yes you reviews are my friends i love each and every one of you)
-ShuiroYuki
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-Chelsea Lynn
Enjoy and I shall talk to you after this :)
This chapter is for you Amanda Y: because you constanly thank youself for not taking history even when im pratically throwing myself down stairs because of how hard it is do i truly love you. and because i really miss you too :(
Disclaimer: Anything related to Bleach is own by Tite Kubo himself. If you see anything else that sounds crazy like Patrick Star yeah thats not mine either. All I really own is the wild thoughts that are mines :D
D is for...
Damage[ word count: 397]
And I will try to fix you
Bleach © Tite Kubo
This was not like a shirt damaged and could not be stitched together.
This was not like a damaged roof that would be fixed.
This was not even like a damaged knee that occurs when one bumps into a table thus scrapping and starching the knee.
No, this damaged was one that the height challenged girl had not seen.
The damaged inflicted on the orange head young man was one that she had only witnessed in movies or in pictures on the news but never right in front of her face fully covered in dried crimson. The damaged damn boy was a idiot. Trying to stop those white creatures while he was still injured from his last battle, who could be more stupid?
I could the female Texan sadly thought as she quietly observed the injured teen.
If she was not so stupid to push him all the time to hurry up faster when he battle the bleached creatures, if she was not so stupid to forget how human he really was, if she was not so stupid or horribly inadequate to even be considered his friend or even lacky.
She could not run fast enough, jump high enough, heal any sort of deal besides place a bandage on a wound, wield a weapon, have the ability to become a shinigami or be wise enough to decide tactics for attack.
All she could offer was the gift of sight that allowed her to see the creatures rear their ugly monsterous heads out, but even then all she became was a burden.
Just a spectator to watch the tall strawberry get slammed into buildings, become splattered with chips of cement, etched with scratches or even worse…
She flinched softly and scooted a bit closer to her own bed which he currently rested on.
No, she could not be like the auburn haired healer that currently, she believed, held his heart, the petite violet eye shinigami mentor, the busty strawberry blonde who fought with him during his older escapades or even his strong karate fighting childhood friend.
Definitely nowhere near being one of those girls.
No, she was simply just the frizzy brown hair short burden who all she could do was hope the damaged boy sleeping could at least find a space in that scowl hidden heart of his to find a tiny space for her to occupy.
Death God[word count: 250]
Like the grim reaper?
Bleach © Tite Kubo
A prince,
a knight,
an angel,
a vampire,
a werewolf,
a bad boy,
She had a list of all the ideal men she wanted to see sweep her off her feet and carry her into the sunset to begin their happily ever after ending. She had celebrities who she vowed would marry her like Johnny Depp, Will Smith and many more.
"I hate these small hollows! Taking up my damn time!"
But instead she fell in love with a Death God, a Shinigami, a soul reaper.
A stupid orange haired, tall Japanese, cocky-ass, hair brained, Death God. He wasn't like the image she picture upon hearing the term 'death god." The portrait she drew in her imagination was that of a skeleton holding a scythe and wearing a black robe with red eyes gleaming down..well he did wear black but Ichigo was exactly the opposite of how the grim reaper looked.
"One of these days when I become a shinigami I am going to beat you in a hollow killing contest!" She shouted from the roof top she currently sat on, her eyes flicking back and forth from Ichigo slicing through the white demon and the stars that were up above them.
Exhaling another held in breath, she ignored Ichigo's rants about how she would NEVER meet the requirements to be a soul reaper and glued her eyes permanently on the speckled abyss above her.
Why of all people did she have to fall in love with a Death God?
Date[word count: 993]
The horror! The horror!
Bleach © Tite Kubo
"HE ASKED YOU OUT!"
"Watch the table Erika we do have electronics and water near each other." Lisa noted cautiously.
"He didn't really ASK me out…we are just going out to the movies…with other people so it's not even a date it's more like a party." Kristen innocently stated.
Ichigo sighed. The elder sister sitting next to him practically was about to burst into one of those steroidal werewolf's on that movie she made him watch a couple of days ago. He rolled his eyes in complete annoyance when she began ranting. "They are irresponsible!"
"She will be fine Erika. You of all people I figured would be happy. I thought you liked Jason?' The cursed grin was trying to break across the mothers face, Ichigo had to chuckle inwardly at that.
"Not enough to let her go out with him and all her other crazy middle school friends! I object to the sentence your honor!"
Ichigo knew that her objection would not budge the decision made.
***8_8*****
It was 4 o'clock. His usual scowl becoming tighter as he realized that in an hour they would have to send off the smaller sister to the movies. Joy.
"We should go and follow them." Her tone was not forgiving and had no hint of joke.
"YOU'RE KIDDING!" Though he had to ask just to make sure.
"Nope. I've already checked times and I found that there is a movie that starts 15 minutes after hers starts so that gives us enough time to go in unnoticed and spy." Now the elder sister was standing up, holding her mother's phone in her hand with the movie time ready to shove in his face just in case he wanted to protest.
Which he did of course. "You are absolutely crazy! We are NOT going to spy just on your sister! Your mother would never let us!"
"Oh but you are wrong their also my good man." The orange hair shinigami's eyes widen while the human females became almost Ichimaru scary.
"MOM! ICHIGO AND ME WANT TO GO TO BORDERS THEN TO THE MOVIES SO WE CAN GO ON A DATE OURSELF!" She bellowed from her room. No modesty what so ever. His eyes glared holes into Erika's side.
"Really? Wait..are you going just because Kristen is going?"
"Yes." Ichigo grimly whispered but was silenced by an oversized Patrick Star plushie. "No mom..Me and Ichigo were just thinking that the movies sounded nice too and besides were watching a different movie!" The damn innocent tone fooled her mother and practically tricked him too. But he knew better.
"What movie are we even watching anyway?"
She never answered him until they reached the book store. "Paranormal activity 2."
"YOU KNEW I SAID THAT MOVIE WAS GOING TO BE LAME! AND YOU HATE THOSE KINDS OF MOVIES!" Ichigo roared at Erika as she stealthy snuck to the second floor, a perfect view to keep an eye when Kris and her party would arrive from the restaurant they were going to. "Hush! It's not like we're going to see it anyway!"
"So you made me buy 20 dollar tickets for NOTHING!"
"Pretty much…but hey you do like nice so stop complaining." Her lazy complement did in fact make him shut up and also had him fighting back the bad blush wanting to appear.
They wandered aimlessly back and forth in the huge two story bookstore. A few of Erika's friends from her school ran into the duo. Ichigo noticed that Erika did not really care for the girls but did care for the nice comments made towards the two of them being together.
He scowled harder towards the girls thus scaring them away much to Erika's semi disapproval.
She had not caught her sister and the entourage until both of them finally entered the movie theater. "THERE THERE! THEY'RE RIGHT THERE!" She yanked on his arm and when he showed no sign of moving, Erika gave up and bolted towards the escalader leading to the movie theater her sister was now entering.
"Erika! Erika wait! Ughhhhh!" Ichigo loudly sighed and jogged behind her. However, in the process of trying to catch up, he bumped into a couple of people holding food items.
"Damnit!"
The messed shaved off time of trying to catch up which now meant he had to book it or he would lose his.. "date". Once arriving to the top he caught Erika walking out of the movie theater, a sad smile on her face.
"What she caught you?"
Her eyes met his sienna ones and she shook her head. "No, I just realized how wrong I was….shes fine….better than fine actually. She is having a blast." Erika began slowly treading to where Ichigo stood. "I told you."
A light hit graced his shoulder but the smile on her face showed it meant no harm. "Yeah I guess you and my mom were right..for once." That had him rolling his eyes then she continued. "But I guess I was still being the over protective sister I am.. what it really boils down to is that I just don't want to see her grow up…so im going to let her enjoy her movie… and we should go and put those 20 dollar tickets of yours to good use."
Ichigo would never admit it but he was kind of glad the girl who currently screamed in terror decided be so over protective and follow her sister. Because if she hadn't he would not have seen the softer maternal side of her and he would not have seen his first movie in an American theater, even if it was bad. "I TOLD YOU THIS WAS GOING TO BE A BAD MOVIE!"
"THEN WHY ARE YOU HIDING BEHIND YOUR HANDS YOU TALL FREAK!"
"YOU CANT EVEN SEE ME BECAUSE YOUR HIDING BEHIND YOU OWN HANDS SHORTIE!"
"SHHHSSSSSS!" The others around them though would have liked it if they wouldn't have followed Kristen.
Detached[word count: 355]
Let's get over this anit-social deal and come together like magents
Bleach © Tite Kubo
When they first began to talk, the two were about as quiet as the dead.
Sort of ironic is Ichigo was a soul reaper.
She was absolutely unskilled with small talk and whenever she tried to make it, he was only scowl at her a sign saying 'Shut up American girl.' Which she would eagerly comply with.
The tall young man and his cold demeanor and detached attitude angered her. It was if he only spoke when he needed to, sometimes a bit more but then would retreat to his shell and become the hard eye detached boy.
And Erika thought she was anti social, no this boy was horrible!
If he kept being so isolated she would personally rip his arm off and make that detached!
She detested his mysterious self and even when they would go out to hunt for hollows he would be curt and so rude.
Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki was a blunt rude kid who just loved to be separate from everyone. He only began to slowly melt his cocoon around him when it was them two patrolling around the downtown area of San Antonio.
Like usual, they were beside each other, walking in silence. Erika making a few comments about the day or try and ask him about his life in Japan and like usual his replies were blunt and short. The mode however changed when a middle age looking man began to approach them in an unflattering tight superman costume. His flabby face as serious as ever and once he past the duo, who were trying to keep a straight face, he took off running zig zag in a childlike manner.
That was it; both of them began to crack up with so much laughter, Erika had to lean on the wall next to her.
"Doe-does that happen a lot?" The commonly stoic young man breathed from his laughter.
"No, but I'd like to know if he was going to see his Louis lane." Her laughter became louder as did his.
They might have been detached before but the man made of steel was the first step to connecting.
Demons
Out from our personal hell to destroy our sanity
Bleach © Tite Kubo
There are demons that haunt his memory.
Vivid, lifelike and chilling sending horrible twist in his stomach. The demons were not like the same ones that Erika mentioned a few times. The ones that were red and possessed people, those were literal demons. Demons are evil spirits he knew that. He faced real demons in the forms of hollows, and in his past battles.
Yet it was the demons that haunted his dreams that scared him the most. Whenever the old sleeping demons resurfaced they were not forgiving and ripped at his entire soul.
His mother's death being the worst of the bunch.
He was plagued with nightmares that had him tossing and turning for the past couple of nights. The demons were stronger than normal and thanks to the solitude of the predicament he was in, Ichigo could not seek the comfort of his wacky family when these demons would haunt him.
Or so he thought he could not find solace.
The shinigami awoke and found that the living room lights were still on. The tv was on a soft volume but he heard the stifled laughter. Erika was up and it was pretty late.
Might as well get up he thought and walked to the living room to join the small older sister. Once he saw the bed head Erika on the couch surrounded by a mountain of blankets he sighed and raised an eyebrow. "You're up late." She spoke jokingly.
"Same goes for you." He sat on the opposite side of her on the small couch, wrapping the warm blankets around himself.
"Why are you up?" She asked dully.
"I just couldn't sleep, got a problem with it?" He softly snapped back, his brows furrowing together.
Erika shrugged and continued to watch Toy Story 3. The silence settled between them and a few moments passed, Ichigo's eyes wandered to her face. She was wearing her glasses. A rare sight indeed and her eyes! They were so dark. Deep brown, in the dim light a black almost.
"You have your contacts off."
"I do take them off when I go to bed."
"Yeah but I'd never seen you without them." Again she shrugged, and unknowing moved to a more comfortable sitting position.
One that had them closer than normal. Ichigo did not say anything, just simply tense slightly and tried to focus on the movie. But as he watched the movie he still could not help but notice how warm he was. How soft the blankets had become and how nice it felt to be relaxing on the couch and the soft smell of clean linen, like his old sheets filled his nose as well as Erika's floral shampoo scent.
Ichigo could not lie but he was feeling sleepy.
His eyes were shutting close then rapidly opening in hopes of keeping awake.
"Go to sleep here, I won't leave you and you can laid your head on my shoulder." Was all she said. Pretty nonchalantly too.
"No way-y. I'm fine and I don't care if you leave..and im not using your shoulder!" That same defensive snap came back and so did Erikas shrug.
Sleep had other plans.
He soon felt the soft fabric of the blanket and then a gentle, yet slightly cold hand, brush his hair ever so gingerly.
She's such a creepy woman, he thought but once he fully became doused in the dream world, the demons did not show their face.
Well...Did I make Ichigo too OOC :(? I try not too but I feel that I always do and espically since there was a bit more deeper drabs here I over anaylize and constanly think that I deviated off our loveable Ichigos personality I do hope not though :(
But besides that I would love to hear how you liked these installments and if I do not hear from you I wish everyone of you happy holidays and enjoy the egg nogg and cold weather ;D
'I've got the magic, magic, magicccc' Now I hope you get this song by B.O.B stuck in your head like it is in mines BWHAHAHHA
oh and LOOSE THE GAME YAMAZI
I love you guys!
-Erika :)