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Ch.1 Tatsuki's Worries
Over the past year, nothing has changed. The leaves are still falling and the rain still pours. The clouds still roll lazily through the sky and life in the real world goes along like it always had. After the Rukia rescue mission, Ichigo is still a stubborn, gloomy-faced punk. Chad is still the silent protector whose humbleness and kindness exceed beyond concern for his own well being. Ishida, cold and rather aloof at times, is still sewing away like a madman. Orihime, well, maybe she is an exception to this slightly redundant routine…
Tatsuki, her best friend, of course couldn't help but notice this sudden, how we shall say, evolution in her character. No longer did her smile reach her eyes. No longer did her extra-large boobs heave with true heartfelt laughter. No longer can she stare at the rain without a sad…smile or was it a frown…plastered on her caring face. Tatsuki is irritated and downright angry. By golly, nothing is going to stop her from finding out whatever happened during that short interlude when she wasn't present to protect her sweet, dear best friend. It must have all occurred at that place… Soul Society or whatever it's called. After that, Orihime started showing these very blue symptoms. Tomorrow morning she will definitely talk to Ichigo, that bleached-hair ass that can only be responsible for this. Only someone that she cared for deeply can cause this always-cheerful-person such concern and even, dare one say it, sadness. Tatsuki, being a sharp and extremely keen person, notices the way Orihime smiles this one-of-a-kind smiles whenever she is around that boy. It's a smile that even she, her own best friend, has never seen. It's one that told of concern, heartfelt love, and encouragement. It's a smile that's different from the rest in that it gives and generously keeps on giving. At first, Tatsuki felt a slight hint of jealousy at how great the two will look as a couple. Tatsuki, though brief, once shared the same kind of affection towards that "bleached hair ass" as she now calls him. However, she can't blame him for not returning that affection because she showed it in the most unusual way that is Tatsuki. She punched him, kicked him, and scolded him for his sometimes negligent and clumsy acts. Hidden underneath it all, like the layer of chocolate underneath the coarse bread crust on a moon cake, lies her love for him, only for that boy whose smile shines brighter than the sunlight behind him as he runs into the waiting arms of his mother. It is too late now.
"sigh…if only he would dig more for that chocolate…NEVER MIND!" she thought to herself. I must be going ma to think of that dumb-ass Ichigo that way! Now putting all those thoughts away, her pursuit for her lost logic is driven out of her mind by her devotion to her best friend. She only wishes happiness for her, and if this Ichigo really did cause her harm or broke her heart, boy is he to pay for it tomorrow morning.
The next day…
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
A chant was heard at the school courtyard. Students crowded to watch the strange… and sad …spectacle. A girl was seen kicking the poor butt of some bleached hair boy.
"Ow! What the hell was that!"
"Tell me in full detail what happened in Soul Society."
"…Who told you about Soul Society…," Ichigo puzzled at the stoic and cool expression of his childhood friend, Tatsuki.
"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!" if you don't want to be the size of a strawberry within the next three seconds. Impatience seethes from the girl's ears. (A strawberry is, rightfully, the other meaning of his name other than the infamous "great protector, protecting the one and only thing"). This definition seems more proper at the moment.
"We just went to save Rukia that's all! Why so curious all of a sudden !"
"Save her from what?"
"You know what…youweren't even there to begin with. The story is too long and it doesn't even involve you. I'm tired so please leave me so I can be on my way. There are more important things to do than trying to answer the questions of some old irritable hag."
KICK!
"OOWW! at the NUTS!" exclaimed some excited spectator.
You're gonna pay for that Tatsuki… and Ichigo falls flat on his face.
"I warn you. You hurt her, and you die," the black belt emphasizes as she straightens her skirt then 'gracefully' walks over the flattened body that was once a strong and upright 15-year old boy.
Unknown to those two, a familiar figure standing in the back of the crowd just one minute ago, observed the whole situation. Amused and chuckling softly, the figure chose to step out now. As if possible, Ichigo's pride was downtrodden some more.
"Dense as always aren't we Ichigo…"
"Ishida…, what are you doing here?" damn it! Nothing can get any worse…