TO REGAIN MEMORIES

woot. Another cute chapter...I think...depends on your opinion... I love onions...I gotta eat dinner... enjoy...

He leaned over the side of Ichigo's bunk. It was a perfectly elaborate plan that would be executed to it's fullest to exact his rightly deserved revenge. It was as simple as justice. He pulled the cap off a marker, and the tip almost touched his face before he had a better idea.

He took the marker to his own face, scribbling random things. Then he moved on to the other members of the cabin. When he was finished, he put the marker in Ichigo's hand. This was even better than what he had originally planned!

"Hichigo. Why are you so childish?" Hichigo smiled sweetly at Ichigo as others went back and forth, washing their faces. "Idiot. Chizuru got a rash because of you." Hichigo pouted, silently mouthing a meaningful 'I'm sorry' at the itchy girl. Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Well hurry up and wash your face, you're breaking out."

It was raining out side. Hichigo's pristine clothes go dirty. Which showed him for bringing them to a camp. Karma was not on his side today. Hichigo was throughly depressed by lunch time. He'd fallen in the mud on the way to mess hall and Ichigo decided to would be amazingly fun to send him back for papers in the cabin, he took a wrong turn, got dunked in the creek beside the cabin. Got the papers, took another wrong turn, and had to go all the way back before he could find his way to mess hall.

Karma you bitch. It was one little marker prank! Stupid Ichigo, making me do all that work. Not to mention I missed laundry day, twice! I have no more clothes left! Oh yes, karma's got it in for me today. Fricken bitch, you'd think she'd have left me alone a long time ago.

"You're out of clothes right?" Ichigo asked, taking the stack of papers from him. He was shivering from the little dip in the creek. "I'll give you some of mine." Ichigo led him back to the cabin, looking for a set of clothes that would fit him. He threw him a pink shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Why is this shirt pink?" Hichigo asked, not hesitating to put it on. He was freezing.

"It was my sister's." Hichigo didn't even bother to ask why Ichigo had his sister's shirt. "You're all depressed, don't tell me it was just from the mud?" he draped a blanket on Hichigo's still shivering shoulders.

"Shut up!" Hichigo barked, a sneeze adding itself onto the command. "It's your fault anyway." he huffed, sitting himself on his bunk. Ichigo sat beside him, staring at the bunks in front of them. "Get off my bed. I want to sleep."

"Wait, let me talk to you first." Hichigo waited to see what Ichigo was being so serious about. "I'll tell you about what happened to me, since I forced it out of you." Ichigo waited a little moment more. "The doctors said they were shocked it affected so much, they expected that I shouldn't have understood. But I had a lot of teenage friends at that time. They were always talking about it." Ichigo sighed and smiled a little. "My little sister was molested by a family friend of ours."

Hichigo nodded absently, understanding but not really listening. In this camp, they all heard a lot of stories like that. "So that's why you're here? Why not your sister?"

"She...was pretty unstable afterwards. She had delusions. And her emotional balance had started effect me. So my dad sent me here. I live here all year round, but the camp only excepts stuff like that for special cases. When that happened, it wreaked our entire family, the doctors decided it would be best to make me top priority and get me out of the house."

"You're a really emotional guy aren't you? Heh, normally, it's only supposed to be something that directly effects you."

"Oh shut up. That was a long time ago. I've learned to deal with it. But it pops up, every now and again. And sometimes I break under the weight of it." Hichigo patted his shoulder, putting on a mocking face, but his yellow eyes were dead serious.

"Aww! Poor wittle Ichi-kun! Does he need his bwankie?" Ichigo rolled his eyes, giving him a smirk.

"Say that about yourself, bastard. You hug that note book like you'd die without it." Hichigo stuck out his tongue at him. "Well, you rest, you'll catch a really bad cold if you don't. I'll bring you back some lunch."

Hichigo lay down on his bed for a moment, looking serious. "I admire you, sometimes, Ichigo. You came to terms with your problems, I can't." Ichigo shrugged.

"You will, eventually. My problems weren't as bad. I'm just too 'emotional' is all." Hichigo giggled a little. "Get rest." with that, Ichigo left him in the cabin.

Ichigo isn't so bad. He's an idiot and a dork. But he's really nice. Everyone here looks up to him. I kinda do too. And he's cute sometimes. Ha, I think I really like him. He's serious a lot of the time...I think I should get him to loosen up... heh heh...I wonder where I put Grimmjow's number... HA! Operation 3 is underway!

To regain memories

what do we leave behind?

OWARI

nyahahahaha! You'll like next chapter. Trust me you really will! Nyahahahaha! But, unfortunately, today is my 'oneshots day', where I try to write all the oneshots that have been piling up. Too bad lovelies, there aren't a lot of bleach...only one, but you'll love it. REVIEW