Hey y'all. I know it's been a little while. I'm just kinda a wreck cuz ya know all tis fuckin' school work an' all. Ain't I just lucky? Anyways, enough about me. Here's the next chapter of White Chocolate Covered Strawberries.
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BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...
Ichigo awoke from his sleep to the steady sound of a heart monitor, his eyes instantly assalted by light. He hissed in pain as he turned his head as he started fully opening his eyes.
He realized from the room's style and contents that it was a hospital room. He sat up, noticing how he was no longer in his clothes, but a patient gown. He groaned and held his left side in pain. His abdomen was bandaged as was his leg. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stopped when he heard an unfamiliar voice.
"You'd better stay in bed. Don't want you re-opening any wounds, now do we?" He whipped his head around to be greeted with a face that was mostly shadowed with a white and green stripped hat. On instinct, he growled at the man. The man in question held his hands up in defense.
"Woah there doggy, no need to get too excited. I just brought you here was all. After all, you were dying." The man grinned through his words. Memories of that night flooded back. The person he stepped on, him transforming, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra...
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra!
Where were they?!
He jumped up and grabbed the front of the man's shirt, causing him immense pain but he didn't show weakness. Through gritted teeth he let his venomous sentence be heard.
"What the hell did you do with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra?" His eyes pierced into the others, but they held the same sparkle as before, not faltering under the pressure.
"Don't you worry, I've taken good care of them. They're here. But if you'd mund," He removed Ichigo's hands from his jacket cautiously " I like my personal space." Ichigo tisked at his smile and only thought of one question in response.
"Who the fuck are you?"
The man with the stripped hat put on a fake thinking face, pretending like he was unsure of his own name. After a few seconds, he snapped his fingers and gave him an answer.
"I am your, guardian, if you'd like. For lack of a better word, your protector. My name.. My name us a different case though. My name, well, you can call me Udahara." He grinned the last few sentences.
Ichigo stared in confusion until, "Does that mean you were there that night?"
"As a matter of fact I was. Guess that makes me," He grinned and stared straight into Ichigo's eyes. "The First of The Seventeen."
Ichigo didn't understand what this meant. But what he didn't realize was that his crimson charm changed to rose pink. The eye contact made him uncomfortable, causing him to turn away from the source. He changed the subject in hopes of making progress.
"I'm going. I must go find my brother." To his suprise, Udahara, just a few inches over him, turned to the side, giving hik access to the door. As he walked past, he put his hand out in front of him.
"Whenever you need me, just think of my name." With that, he dissolved into thin air. Not believing what he saw, he continued out of the room and down some halls to a desk. There was a man with spiky red hair sitting behind the white desk.
"May I help you?" He asked in a bored tone. Ichigo looked around for a moment, deciding what to say.
"I need to see Ulquiorra Kurosaki and Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Please." The man, Renji, as his nametag said, nodded, grabbed a piece of paper, typed sone stuff into his computer, and jotted the information down on a slip of paper. The orangette nodded in thanks and scurried off down the hall.
He jumped into the elevater as he looked at the rooms. He was on the second, Ulquiorra was on the seventh, and Grimmjow was on the third. He decided to visit his brother first, still not sure about his emotions towards Grimmjow at this moment in time. He pushed the seven button and got off a minute later.
Gliding down the endless halls, his eyes flickered back and forth between the paper and the halls. Belittling his fear, he walked into the room marked '716'.
Entering the room, he caught sight of his still bruised brother, hooked up to all kinds of machines. He walked over to the side of his bed and held his hand in his own. He thought as the steady beep of the heart monitor faded away in his head. He thought of what had happened to him. But he didn't know what to do now. He stayed by his side until consciousness left his side.
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I knowwww. Barley worth readinv, I'm sorryyy! I'm just kinda between a rock and a hard place with this right now but I put out this little segment so you wouldn't have to wait forever. I promise you I'm still working on this and I'll update ASAP. Please don't hate me Cuz I love you.
-IUG
