I DON'T OWN NOTHING MAN
"Excuse me; could you bring me another drink?"Nemu smiled, politely holding up her drink for Ichigo. The boy hurried to her side, afraid of what would happen if he didn't run fast enough. He grumbled to his self as Rukia raised her drink up as well.
+Flashback+
"Hello." a figure of white but black heart appeared form the darkness of his kitchen, and orange in his mouth, a body in his hands.
"Ahh!"Ichigo screamed as Byakuya appeared in front of him, a sleeping Rukia in his hands.
She looked terrible. Obviously, there jails must have not paid any attention to her state. Her frail eyes could barely open, and he wasn't very sure if she was alive.
"Take care of her" he slowly released her troubled body from his crying hands, as if he was passing on his burden to a teenager who was still learning how to handle his own burdens.
He reached down and white ghost gave his sister a last peck on the cheek his eyes were soft and milky, pain rolling throughout then as if in a washing machine.
Then he was gone.
+End of flashback+
Since then he had been reduced to waiter. Nemu greatly enjoyed this part, forcing him to do what she wanted without threatening. Strangely, Nemu had showed no signs of wanting to go back. The subject had been left alone due to the fact that she cried every time soul society was brought up.
But that didn't really matter right? Ichigo had a family, one better than his old one. Rukia was getting better, and a little birdie told him Byakuya escaped the death penalty. I didn't matter what happened with Nemu, she was just an extra burden.
Right?