I was really in my Bleach mode and decided to make another one for you guys! I'd like it if you guys could review; thank you!
Kimiko's Pov~
I stared at Ichigo with wide eyes as he gave me an assured smile as I rolled my eyes. I looked towards the other side of the table and saw Hana laughing lightly with her... co-worker from last time. I did not like him one bit. I invited Ichigo over to hang out, and he came over, right about the same time Hana brought him here... I still had some unknown hatred for him. She insisted that Ichigo stayed and that's what we are now... I absolutely hated it. Worst. Dinner. Ever.
"Karakura high school? I remember my years there. It was those times that I will never forget." The co-worker, also known as Daiki, had said with a nonstalgic face. Hana's face was like one of those girls who have interest in something... or someone. Anyways, it was gross. Gross... though, I do that sometimes...but it's not a point! The point is that she is doing a terrible job at hiding the fact and I am getting pissed.
"Sorry excuse for a mother..." I muttered under my breath, tightening my hold of the fork in my hand as I saw Hana put her hand on Daiki's shoulder, "Two-timing-"
"What's wrong?" Ichigo whispered over to me, looking at Hana and Daiki curiously, "You don't look to well... Are you sick?"
"Sick to my stomach. Just look at them. Her." I muttered, picking at my food viciously, "Let me just flip this table over and hope it will crush her ignorant mind." I looked over to Ichigo who gave me a raised eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm just ranting." I said and dropped my fork onto my plate. I was angry, as Ichigo could already tell, and I had all the right to be. I don't think it's a good idea to shamelessy flirt with some bastard with weird black hair while being married. Oh god, she does not know what I am feeling right now.
"Could Kimiko and I be excused for a moment?" Ichigo asked, standing up, bringing Hana out of her fantasy. She looked confused for a moment before nodding and looking towards me. I ignored eye-contact with her and stood up, sliding my chair in and walked out of the dining room, grabbing my jacket from the floor and slipped it on. I whistled loudly as I heard a bark in response and my beloved Alistair making its way from my room to me. I ruffled his ears and looked over to Ichigo, who was putting on his jacket too. I walked over to the door and opened it roughly, letting Alistair go first. I left the door opened for Ichigo and walked out of the door, zipping my jacket up and blew hot-air into my hands. I heard the door close and a loud sigh and footsteps next to me. I looked up at him as he looked down.
"Left or Right?" He asked as I shrugged.
"When in doubt, go left." I told him, grabbing his arm and starting to walk as he snorted.
"I thought the expression, when in doubt, go right-"
"You know what? It's my expression; get over it." I told him as he smirked and rolled his eyes. I stopped pulling on his arm once I got tired and slowed my steps, crossing my arms over my chest. I looked at him again and saw him looking at me expectantly, "What is it?" I questioned as he quirked his eyebrows together.
"Do you want to start talking about it?" He asked in an annoyed voice as I rolled his eyes.
"Start talking about what? Life?" I said sarcastically as his eyes narrowed.
"Kimiko... cut the crap." Ichigo said as I turned around and gave him a surprise look, "You are... not telling me everything about this Hell thing. You hardly talk about the last time you got captured. You are constantly avoiding it, thinking it's going to make you feel better, but it's not." Ichigo finished as I glared at him.
"It's my life, Ichigo. I will talk about what I want to talk about and I won't talk about what I don't want to talk about." I told him, poking his chest as he grabbed my finger, "Ichigo, you wouldn't understand-"
"You're wrong. I know the feeling... the feeling of confusion and guilt. I've been there, Kimiko, and trust me, it doesn't get any better in the end." Ichigo said with a glare, "I'm not going to stop asking you until you tell me the whole truth."
"I don't want to." I said, pulling away from Ichigo as he stroked his hair in fustration; I noticed that he did that sometimes.
"Stop being stubborn."
"Me stop being stubborn? What about your past? Why does it have to be me?" I asked as his eyes hardened, "You never talk about it?"
"It's something I don't want to talk about." He said, looking away as I scoffed.
"And I am forced to express my past?"
"Maybe because I think you're lying to me, to the group!" He called out as I chewed the side of my mouth, "We all trust you, but your not letting us in! We're friends!"
"I'm done." I said, walking away until I felt a grasp on my forearm, "Ichigo..."
"Kimiko, you have to stop running away-" I shoved him roughly away and glared at him deeply.
"I'm not running away. I don't need to spread my problems to you guys! You wouldn't understand what is going on right now. I can't just try to express it-"
"Cut the bullshit, Kimiko. You just don't want too... How can I trust you if you won't tell me?" He asked as I took deep breaths, but that wasn't working. All of this pent up anger won't stay for long-
"I'm so done with your constant crap! This talk about trust and lying! Maybe you shouldn't been friends with me in the first place! Why the hell should I talk about my horrible experience while you never expressed yours? Stop... trying to push me! Stop trying to force me to tell about my experiences! Just go home! Just go to hell and you'll realize what I've been through." I yelled out as and blinked in surpisement... so did Ichigo, but I saw a hint of sadness. I shook my head and walked off, leaving Ichigo all alone as I tried to clear my head... what did I just do...? I just lost my best friend... and I didn't even turn around to apologize. I stopped myself when I saw myself at the park and plopped myself onto the floor, grasping my head as I whimpered a bit. I gasped in shock when I felt a wet nose rubbing against my cheek and looked over to Alistair. I let out a struggled laugh and held Alistair close, closing my eyes as I let my tears fall...
"Look at what you caused me to do, Отец..."
I opened my phone and sighed...looking over my messages that I sent to Ichigo. I sent about 20 of them, but I never got a reply... I went back home after an hour staying in the park. I ignored a great deal of Hana and Daiki who were on the couch, but those images could never be washed away from my mind. I was on my bed with Alistair on the floor, laying down, closing his eyes once in a while. I went to send another text and let out a fustrated sigh. If I was ever going to get anything accomplished, I have to see Ichigo in person... I sat up on my bed and looked at the clock. It was eleven... Hana wouldn't let me get out. I looked over to Alistair and smiled. I ushered him up onto my bed and added piles of clothes from my closet onto him... I put the covers on and frowned; close enough. I slipped on my shoes and opened my window, pushing my desk to the side. I put one foot on the ledge and looked down; it wasn't a far fall, but still... I slowly made my way down, and jumped off when I made it to the ground. I looked around and started to jog towards the front before sprinting towards Ichigo's house, getting scared from the dark alleys. The sooner I explain myself and apologize, the better. Though, I doubt it wil be that easy. As I made it to the Kurosaki household, I saw that their lights were out.
"Shit..." I muttered and looked around.
I made my way towards the side of the house and saw Ichigo's room... I whistled lowly, but there was no movement. I looked around and saw no small object that I could throw at his window. I cursed lightly and hoped that he wouldn't kill me after this. I took off my shoe and lightly threw it at his window, hoping it would not crack. I saw the light in his room turn on and his window being opened fiercly and his eyes determined to track down the intruder, not expecting purple-eyed me. He raised his eyebrow and relaxed.
"Kimiko?" He questioned as I waved at him.
"That's my name, is it...a bad time to come and see you; it's kind of important." I told him as he nodded and held out his hand for me to wait.
"I'll open the front door; meet me there." He said as I nodded and jogged towards the front, looking around at the environment around me. I heard the door being opened and a hand shot out and grabbed me inside. I blinked at the brightness from his phone, "Sorry, I didn't want to turn on the lights and cause Dad to wake up."
"Yeah, it's fine." I muttered and took of my shoes, following him up the stairs, trying to keep my feet light, wondering how the hell Ichigo does it so good. He let me enter it first as I went inside and yelped slightly went I felt something grab onto my leg and I looked down. I raised an eyebrow once Ichigo turned the light on.
"Kon?" I whispered as he nodded, squeezing tighter, "Nice to see you too..."
"Oh, my goddess-" Ichigo quickly grabbed him and stuffed him in a drawer, glaring at Kon. I ever wondered if Ichigo threw Kon out of the window. I would be surprised if he never did. I looked at Ichigo as he sat on his bed, and looking at me with some sort of annoyance and sadness. I sighed and sat next to him on the bed, leaning my back against the wall as I kept my legs close to my body...
"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time before I chuckled and put a strand of hair behind my ear and looked at him.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked him with a confused look at he looked down at his hands.
"For pushing you. I shouldn't have done that. To be honest, I was mad that you didn't told me about your recent kidnapping. I just thought we were close and kind of expected you to tell me... I didn't mean when I said I didn't trust you. I do trust you, no matter what. But... I don't like being kept in the dark, Kimiko. You know that. I just want to know what you have been through; I just want to help." He said as took a deep sigh, "I sorry."
"Oh god, Ichigo..." I groaned, and pushed his shoulder lightly, "Only if you were in a suit, I would ravish you right now."
"Wait! What?" He cried out, his head hitting the wall as I chuckled and gave him a wink at his completely red face, "You... you-"
"Can't change what was already said." I said and shrugged, "But anyways, you shouldn't have apologized, I was being a complete... over-dramatic... clueless... bitch."
"Isn't that you everyday?" He teased as I glared at him, "I guess that was too soon..."
"Yeah..." I said with a slight smile, but cleared my throat, "But, I am sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way. I should have realize that you were trying to help and obviously, I am trying to keep some stuff away from you guys. I am not doing this to hurt you, but... I feel like right at this moment is not a good time."
"Then when will it be a good time?" He asked as I gave him a smile.
"You'll know when it happens..." I said with a smirk as he rolled his eyes and smirked. He laid down on his back, kicking me to the ground as I glared, "Not nice."
"You're the one who threw their shoes at my window; what happeed if it broke?" He asked as I shrugged.
"Then you better give your dad a believeable story." I retorted as Ichigo snorted and turned off his light, "You can hang out here for a little bit if you want." I grinned slightly and crawled on top of the bed and poked Ichigo's nose as he glared. I grinned even wider and wrapped my arms around his chest and put my legs between his, closing my eyes as he stuttered to breathe.
"Kimiko, y-you can't j-just-"
"Hush, dumb-ass." I scolded him, putting my head back on his chest, feeling my cheeks heat up. I listened to him as he controlled his breathing and let his muscles relax, "Thank you..."
"You're thanking me? For what?" He muttered as I let out a low sigh.
"You are truly a idiot. Thanks for caring. You know..." I told him as he let out a chuckle.
"That's not something you should be thanking me for. I'll always care for you." He said softly as I nodded up and down and grinned when I felt his hand on my head.
"My father...was a tough one..." I started, looking at the moon, "His philosophy was tough love. He didn't want me to take anything for granted, to respect life and death. Before living here, we lived in the coldest part of Russia. There were not a lot of towns so that meant we had to go hunting for food; that's why he always remind me to respect life and death. I couldn't dictate it sometimes, but I can minipulate it... he was part of the army once so he had his fair share of deaths and such. He can be a quiet man at times, not really one to express feelings, but once he does, you don't forget that moment. He was wonderful, always telling me bedtime stories, letting Alistair sleep with me. He took me sometimes on his hunts, though, I was usually... the bad luck person. I wasn't a really good hunter. Anyways, stuff happened..." I saw that Ichigo was giving me a look as I sighed, "He developed a disease and he got more... harsh you can say. I had to deal with him with my mother... My mother had left unannounced, saying she couldn't take it anymore and left.
"My dad went into severe depression, only making his symptons worse. I had to go hunting so he could barely get out of bed. I kind of thought... I was the greatest hunter out in the world and got stuck in a place where the ice had collasped easily. I got broken arm and my foot was sprained. I didn't know how long I was there, but I felt... disconnected with myself and it wasn't because of my injuries. I always got a tightening in the chest and felt like someone was tugging at it until... I didn't feel it anymore. I didn't really feel complete anymore. It was weird, like-"
"You felt disconnected..." He finished for me as I smiled and nodded. I laid next to Ichigo as we had our heads propped up.
"Yeah, but then... my father found meluckily and rescued me just in time before I got hypothermia. He was perfectly fine and healthy, as if nothing was wrong with him. I ignored it for a while and he never answered when I asked. And, he... he just... he was just different. I found... books in different languages and such, but I actually found the... truth. It was sad..." I said with a sigh, closing my eyes.
"Kimiko, did he-"
"He used me so that he could be better again..." I said quietly, letting out a small chuckle of sadness.
"A father used his own daughter's soul...just to revive himself?" Ichigo muttered darkly as I said nothing, "And you don't have any hatred-"
"I really...can't. I kind of grew up to be... the perfect daughter for him. I... I had to respect his decision-"
"Bullcrap. When I find this guy, I'm going to kick his ass for putting you through hell..." Ichigo said, glaring at the ceiling before looking at me as I gave him a large smile, "What is it?"
"I'm very lucky to have you as a best friend, and I do not regret it." I told him as he chuckled.
"Better not or I'll kick your ass." He replied as I giggled and wrapped my arms around his torso, closing my eyes with a smile. Ichigo looked down and I felt his lips at the crown of my head... I'll be with 'till the end...
I absolutely loved this chapter. I played Dragon Age 2 and I was so in love with Alistair *_*. If he was only real... anyways, You finally know why she had her soul taken... Thanks for reading.
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