I have a troll, checking out my story and threatening me. Isn't that funny? I think he's compensating for something.
If you want a good laugh too, check out what he's been writing to me.
The Alpha, Ichigo Kurosaki was kind enough to stay with him after his cab was called. And she even paid for his trip home, and offered the driver a tip. Which was...very sweet of her.
Unnecessary, since he'd not lost his wallet in the attack. But sweet of her nevertheless. Which might be part of why he seemed to have her on his mind even when he let himself into his home a short time later.
A couple of weeks had passed since the incident had occurred and though he still thought about the woman every time he let his mind wander even a little bit.
Today he was making a valiant effort at attempting to focus on the search for an Alpha that would suit him as a mate.
And he was becoming more and more desperate to find his 'Alpha' by the day since the trial. Especially since he knew that it was only a matter of time before the judges passed a verdict that would either save him or destroy him completely as a human being.
Today was no different. Not really.
His routine was pretty much unshakable nowadays.
He went to work in the morning- after being picked up from his home by one of his friends and co-workers. He taught a few classes, and then shut himself away in his office around lunchtime. And then spent the better part of an hour or so alternating between trying to find what he was looking for using UA's extensive database to shift through numerous files on possible 'mate' candidates.
And wondering how the woman Alpha was doing right about then.
Had she gotten ill from being out in the pouring rain for an extended amount of time? Was she upset that he had sort of stolen her jacket? Did her packmates murder her for disappearing on them so that she could help him?
These were similar question to what he'd been asking himself almost everyday since he'd been saved by her. He had other questions too. But he tended not to let his mind stray that way too often since it usually left him feeling just a tad bit...hot and bothered.
He couldn't really help it. There was simply something about the woman that was unforgettable to him. So much so that he could recall every detail of her face whenever he closed his eyes to rest.
She'd been such a physically pleasing woman. And so very kind, warm, caring and so fiercely protective... He'd be lying if he said that he didn't find the fact that someone was willing to fight for him, pleasing to him. It was. Very much so.
He sighed and let his head fall back against the back of his seat as he imagined her as he had for weeks now. He usually imagined something naughty, kinky and X rated.
But his favorite fantasy so far was the one where she greeted him in his kitchen wearing nothing but a cute apron and a shy smile. And that usually snowballed into things that he needed cold showers for. But damn if it wasn't totally worth it.
Honestly, he'd had nothing but wet dreams about Ichigo since the night she that saved him. Which he welcomed far more than the nightmares that he should have had about the incident.
Opening his eyes for a moment, he looked at the ceiling of his office blankly and wondered if maybe she was in the database that he was shifting through. It took him seconds to make a decision on whether or not he wanted to make any attempt to try and look her up.
Especially since there was always the possibility that she wasn't actually in the database. But he was willing to face the disappointment. Later.
Right now he was a bit busy.
Pulling up a new window, he took a moment to type in her name in the search engine and then inhaled and clicked the button and then sat back for a tense moment and waited to see what popped up. Thankfully, Nezu's information database was nothing but thorough and a picture of Ichigo's face popped up right along with every little bit of information that he could ever think up.
Full name, age, height, weight, designation, blood type, education- He was a little bit startled to see that she was a doctor at a local clinic that took care of kids, pregnant omega's, and the elderly. She also did rounds a few times a week at a hospital where she did major surgeries and such on people who were injured during villain attacks, drive by shooting, stabbings, fires ect.
She was very well liked by members of the community as well.
She was said to be a very nice young lady for an Alpha. She was quiet and tended to keep to herself and her pack. She wasn't mated. Which was surprising, especially once he realized how old she was.
For the life of him he couldn't imagine a twenty seven year old woman, alpha or not, being unmated for any reason. Wasn't around twenty five when most females began to think of settling down? Having serious thoughts of finding 'the one' and having kids and such?
Every twenty five year old that he knew was married and dropping kids left and right. But then...he didn't really know that many Pro-hero's that age.
Most Pro-heroes tended to be either younger or much older.
Looking over some of the rest of the information, he wondered how on earth Nezu managed to get her favorite colors, foods, music, and flowers listed here. Grumbling about how weird it was, he made a mental note to fuss at the little chimera about how wrong it was of him to somehow manage to put a wire tap some random woman's computer and phone.
Which was followed by the worried thought of, How the hell had Nezu managed to tap her phone and computer in the first place? Had he used Aizawa? The man was oddly good at getting in and out of places without being seen. Had he used the front door? The back door? Or her window?
And more importantly, had he decided to snoop after setting the wire tap? Had he gone through her home? Her possessions? Her panty drawer?
Now he had some questions to ask Aizawa later. Damn.
Wasn't he distracted enough without wanting desperately to know if she was a lace gal? Or a brief's gal? He didn't really care what she wore since she was such a pretty little thing that just about anything, including burlap, would look good on her.
What he did care about was the fact that he was driving himself fucking crazy continually thinking about her. Seriously, didn't he torture himself enough on a daily basis already?
Finally deciding that enough was enough, he scrolled to where her address could be found, took a moment to memorize it and then closed all of his windows and then shut down his computer. He didn't have to teach anymore classes for the day, so he'd just leave early and go...check on Miss Kurosaki. Yeah, that was it.
He was going to check on her. Standing up from his chair so quickly that it spun in place as he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on as he made his way towards the door.
Ichigo was damned near bouncing off of the walls again for like the millionth time in the past few weeks. Chad, Karin, Yuzu, Rukia, and Orihime were all watching her move back and forth from the couch. Her actions at present were a lot like a ping pong ball.
She just kept moving back and forth, back and forth in a restless manner. Which under normal circumstances, would have been funny to them.
If not for the fact that they were actually starting to worry about her.
She just...wasn't acting like her usual self. She hadn't been since the last day of Chad's rut. But whenever anyone asked her what was up, or why she was acting so weird. She wasn't really able to tell them anything. Nothing that made sense to them anyways.
"I'm telling you, she had to have met someone." Rukia said in a hushed tone. "I've seen similar behavior to this in Renji from time to time."
"You know that Ichigo meets all kinds of people with her work as a doctor, Rukia." Orihime said softly.
"Yeah I know, but that isn't what I meant by 'meeting' someone."
"She doesn't do romance, Rukia." Chad said with a frown as he watched his friend and pack alpha continue to ping pong all over the room like a meth addict. "The last time someone tried to so much as touch her- she freaked out and threw them through an upstairs window." He finally said as said women made a frustrated sound and ran a hand through her mid back length dark hair.
"She's so restless." Yuzu muttered with a frown of her own. "I've never seen her act like this before."
"That's because she's never really listened to her instincts before." Karin finally chimed in as she watched her older sister carefully. "Rukia's right. She's met someone and can't get them off her mind."
"How can that possibly be? She hasn't been eating or sleeping for weeks now! And this is hardly healthy behavior even for an Alpha. I'm worried that she's going to have a breakdown of some kind if this keeps up." Yuzu finally said.
"You guys do realize that I can hear you, right? I mean, I'm literally just a few feet away from all of you." Ichigo finally decided to point out.
Everyone went totally quiet and still for all of two seconds, after that Chad carefully removed Karin from his lap and then stood up and walked over to his pack alpha and friend and bent down a bit to look her in the eye.
His poor girl was beyond tired, he could tell by the dark circles underneath her eyes. He hadn't seen dark circles like that since her residency at the local hospital.
Hell, he hadn't seen dark circles like that since she'd lost her first patient. And she hadn't slept right for months after that had happened.
So seeing her like this, now of all times when they needed her to be at the top of her A game, was becoming more and more concerning for all of them. Especially since she didn't usually tend to fixate on anything to such an disturbingly obsessive level.
"Come on Ichigo, lets...put you to bed or something." He said as he reached out to wrap his hand around her nape so that he could steer her towards the stairs. But she stopped him with a lightening quick nip to his hand that quickly had him backtracking because- what the fuck?
"D-Did you just nip me? With your fangs?" He asked her in an incredulous tone once he had his hand retracted.
Ichigo didn't answer him, she just licked her lips nervously and looked away. She was unable to believe that she'd nipped him too. It simply wasn't like her to do something like that to anyone. She usually had far more control of herself than this.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked, but wasn't sure who exactly she was asking.
Him? The others? Or herself.
Chad merely looked at her strangely for a moment. Because in all honestly, he had no idea what was wrong with her.
If she had met someone then he'd say that it was the beginning of a bond that was making her act so oddly. But only a handful of anyone anywhere in the world managed to even create bonds so quickly. And those bonds were...so unbelievably strong that people likened it to the fabled bond of a soulmate.
Which was utter nonsense because no one in the world had ever found their soulmate or even any evidence to suggest they they existed in the first place.
Still...Chad had seen Ichigo manage to pull off some unbelievable and definitely downright miraculous stuff in all the years that he'd known her.
And since he knew her so well- not to mention her track record- it wouldn't phase him in the least to find out that she was the first person in the history of everyone ever born to manage to find herself a soulmate.
Deciding on a different approach this time, hopefully one that wouldn't get him nipped at, he settled a hand on top of her head and asked, "What are you feeling right now? I know that your tired, Ichigo but do you think that you can manage to try and put it into words for me?"
She blinked at him and then started to chew her bottom lip as she thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Excited. Terrified. Worried. And anxious."
"And why's that?"
"Angel's," Chad frowned at the obvious choice of nickname since it definitely implied that she'd met someone alright. "Been on the move for the past...forty minutes or so."
"You're tracking...Angel?" He asked curiously as he stumbled over the nickname a bit.
"Off and on." She admitted softly. Chad made a humming sound as he considered her for a moment while she tacked on. "I've mostly been trying to check on him from a distance. If I didn't..."
"If you didn't?" Rukia prompted as she came up behind him to look at Ichigo.
"I...sort of kept catching myself starting to leave the house to go track him down. And that's bad. Like really, really bad. And creepy and hella stalker-ish. I had to stop trying to go to sleep because I worried that Hichigo might take over while I slept and track him down for me."
"That explains a lot." Rukia muttered with a thoughtful look on her face. "Hichigo does tend to show up whenever you feel very strongly about something or someone."
Ichigo nodded her head as Chad then asked, "So you've been keeping track of Angel from a distance because it's safer?"
"Well, yeah. Plus I didn't want to force my presence on him after what happened to him. It'd be wrong."
"Why? What happened?"
"I can't say. It's embarrassing for him." Ichigo said almost too quietly.
"So...Angel is a guy?" Yuzu finally chimed in from the couch. The alpha nodded her head.
"What's he look like?" Orihime asked.
It was like their alpha lit up like a Christmas tree. Her expression shifted from exhausted to radiant in the blink of an eye as she started to describe the guy to them. Apparently this...Angel fella of hers was big. Nearly as tall as Chad himself was. But he was also very, very thin and seemed sort of sickly.
Which was alarming to them since it sounded as if the man was either really sick, or very underfed and severely malnourished.
And there was no doubt in Chad's mind that once his alpha finally ran into the guy again she'd be dragging him off to god knows where, the first chance that she got just so that she could try to fatten him up.
Ichigo also mentioned that he was blond and had the prettiest blue eyes that she'd ever seen before. And her description of him also ended in the words, "God, he'd make beautiful babies with some lucky person."
At which point Chad and Rukia exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions mirroring one another's.
"Plotting to make babies with the guy Ichi?" Rukia asked in a teasing tone.
The alpha bared her teeth at them and muttered, "Fuck you."
And then immediately started to panic when they all heard a knock on the front door. Ichigo got this funny deer-caught-in-the-headlights look and started looking around for somewhere to run off to as Yuzu got up and went to answer the door at the same exact moment that she decided to try and make a run for it.
She didn't even get two steps before she was tackled to the floor by both Rukia and Chad.
Toshinori waited patiently for someone to answer the door while he checked out his surroundings. The neighborhood that Miss Kurosaki called home was nice. Not expensive or anything. But nice nevertheless.
There were a few places here and there that were abandoned and condemned but not enough to be really of any concern.
Glancing back at Ichigo's home, he took a moment to access it too.
It was a nice and very spacious, two story cabin style home. The design of which was typically seen more overseas in America than in Japan. Which meant that it had had to be custom built. And having that done was expensive in the extreme for many people.
But he supposed that given her occupation and her pack status, that a bigger home than usual was needed for pack events, bonding, and so on. Still, her home was impressive.
Looking down at the small gift that he'd picked up on the way over to the house, he couldn't help but wonder just how accurate Nezu's information on her may be. After all, he didn't know any females- alpha's, beta's or omega's- that would like daisies like her file stated she did.
Eyeing the small arrangement carefully, he couldn't help but think that maybe he should have bought something just a tad bit more elaborate. After all, the woman had saved him from a fate worse than death. Somehow showing up at her place with a small bouquet of plain old daisies just seemed wrong to him.
Even if he had tried to pretty it up a little bit with pink berry sprigs, some greenery, and light purple bachelor's buttons.
Hearing someone beyond the door yelp loudly, he turned his attention from the daisies and frowned as he started to move forward to see if maybe Miss Kurosaki was okay. Lifting his hand to knock on the door again he had so stop himself when the door suddenly popped open and a light haired young lady peeked out at him.
"Sorry about the wait, sir." She said politely as there were a series of pained yelps followed by someone male shouting from within the depths of the house, "Stop it now!"
Which was followed by an odd sort of silence that made him question the sanity of the people within the home. Up until the young lady wound up being rudely pushed out of the way. And a haggard and messy looking Miss Kurosaki appeared in the door, panting for breath, and leaning on the doorframe just to stay on her feet.
He instantly perked up as they stared at each other for a moment. Which allowed him to see just how tired and ill she looked before she finally gave him a shy smile. "Hi Angel."
"Hi." He responded as his lips quirked up a bit and he awkwardly thrust the daisies out to her and started rambling. "Oh, these are for you. I hope that you don't mind how plain they are."
She took the flowers from him and gently ran a fingertip over one of the petal's as she flushed a pretty pink color. "Thank you, they're lovely." She said with a grin as she started to reach out to him and paused just shy of touching him. She looked uncertain of whether or not she should touch him. Especially since he could tell that she was thinking about what had happened to him the night that they had met.
So he decided to give them both what they wanted.
Reaching out, he grasped one of her hands in his own and tugged her towards him and noted the relief on her face before she brought her arms up and wrapped them around his torso and gave him a hug.