The scent of fresh rain, rough gravel and slippery mud, filled the air of the market. Regardless of the mood settled on the busy streets, I was still quite content with the day.

Ichigo was out in the farther regions of Soul Society delivering some locks to farms and repaired weapons to surveyors. According to the blacksmith he had to leave till now since my father's sudden request ruined his plans, which I couldn't argue since he was called to Kuchiki kingdom out-of-the-blue.

"Two pieces of beef", I pointed to the merchant.

While the blacksmith is away it was time for me to step-up, which meant: buying the food, tending to the housework, laundry, animals and changing the bed-sheets for Ichigo. In all honesty, I feel like a wife whose waiting for her husband to return from his travels—which is true on several levels, but, I am not his wife… I'm merely a house-mate.

After convincing the meat-merchant to lower the price of two rather large pieces of beef to a mere silver coin, I turned to head to the next cart, when I noticed a woman—not just some regular woman whom I've seen when walking around town or at the market, but, Ichigo's fiancée.

I pursed my lips tightly, not too pleased to see her around the market, but I should be grateful since she managed to save me from the King. Even though she came to the blacksmith and my own aid, I still don't enjoy her presence—probably because she's to marry the man I love.

Walking over to maiden as she giggled with a merchant, I tightened my hold on the woven-basket and swallowed my pride—I should give her my thanks and gratitude since she did request my housing with the blacksmith, which is a bold move for someone who's to marry the man.

I froze when I came to her presence—she was not speaking with a merchant but a man—don't get me wrong, it is not against the law for a woman to speak to a man, but, the way he is touching her is out of context. A gentle hand on the cheek and arm wrapped around the waist; it is nothing but actions of pure desire and admiration—I should know, Ichigo has done that to me on many occasions.

They smiled at each other with complete smitten in their aura—she seemed completely in love, which made my heart-race slightly, but it shouldn't since I know Ichigo is in love with me.

"I wish not to wed the blacksmith, my dear knight," she whispered; her hands tangled in the man's long raven-locks, grey-orbs burning into his deep-green one's and breast pressed against his muscular armored chest.

"We should run then", he replied.

"I shall aid you both in this knowledge," I spoke up, a little uneasy with the sight. "Running from your land is much harder than you would expect," the princess froze as she looked over my form—she probably never thought I (of all people) would catch her with her lover. "Especially running from a land like Soul Society, which is large and be-friended by many other kingdoms. You would have more enemies than allies in this case, but then again, you could elope in the forest and live in a cabin built-by-hand. Then again, if you were to bare children you would be at risk of death during birth—," I stopped myself.

All these different ideas' weren't firsts for me. I and the blacksmith have spent many meals speaking about what we could do to be together—running away was the simplest, but, how do you run-away when you are a run away?

"You have much knowledge," the man noted before kissing Inoue on the cheek. "We should take her suggests and play them out. Do you agree, my love?"

The maiden blinked for the sudden remark and swirled in her pink-silk dress. "I believe it would be merely a dream if we succeed," from her words I could tell she is deeply in love with this man, which is sickening to know since she is to marry a man that is in love with me, and her heart is with other. It is quite a love-square.

"Pardon my interruption," I bowed politely before making my way back into the busy streets.

I feel fooled for intruding on someone else's intimate moment—if it were I and the blacksmith, I would be livid and feel shame since it is a love that is forbidden.

My feet moved quickly as I dodged many women and some children; I hung my head in shame and sighed heavily. This is not good—not one bit—Inoue Orhime: engaged to Ichigo and in love with other man – a knight (nonetheless). Kurosaki Ichigo: engaged to Inoue-san and in love with the runaway princess of Kuchiki kingdom—it is nothing but a giant mess!

"Rukia-san," I pulled out of my rambling thoughts when a gently hand grabbed my arm.

"Inoue-san," I gasped slightly; she looked tired and out-of-breath from chasing me. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Indeed," she panted. "Please…is there anywhere we can speak in private?"

I nodded before pointing to the house—it seems as though, I had nearly sprinted back to the blacksmith's house, which didn't really shock me since I've been known to move quickly when nervous. "Ichigo is not home at the moment. Hence meaning, it shall be just you and I."

"Okay," she sighed.

I walked to the front-door and looked into the barn; Sode was the only horse since Ichigo took Zangustu for his travels.

Opening the door, I ushered her inside and closed it behind us. "Please make yourself at home," I told her while walking into the kitchen. "Well, this shall be your home soon enough… I suppose."

The maiden gawked for the large house—I had done the same when arriving—to think, a peasant like the blacksmith could afford such a large home. Now, if only everyone in Kuchiki kingdom had the same house, then I could convince my father to allow me to marry the blacksmith.

"This is huge," Inoue groaned while looking out the back-window.

"Indeed, but Ichigo wanted to purchase one piece of land to plan his future," I recalled the blacksmith's reasoning quite-well since he told me time-and-time again about the plan we could have. "And this is the lot he chose," even though I would love to follow-through with the plans I cannot.

"He must have been lonely when living here alone," Inoue sighed while leaning over the table and watching me put-away the fresh food.

"I believe not," I chuckled. "He seems to enjoy his isolation more than anything."

Inoue grunted for the news on her fiancée. "Great, he is an anti-social man."

"He has his quirks," I reassured with a smile but stopped suddenly—here I am sounding like a wife trying to convince my friend that my husband is a good-man? What is wrong with me? "You shall be happy together," I nearly whispered.

"I doubt such," she sighed with sad-eyes. "I am in love."

"I know," Inoue tensed for my comment. "I could tell when watching you both converse in the market, which I must say is not the safest place for two secret-lovers."

She bowed her head and placed a hand on her stomach. "May I tell you a secret, Kuchiki-san?"

"It is Kurosaki-san," I corrected; her eyes snapped on my form in shock. "I and the blacksmith agreed it would be best to change my surname since many of the royals in hiding have been de-crowned by my hand."

"Indeed it is a good decision, but you seem more of a wife than a house-mate," she giggled.

"I wish I was his wife—," I suddenly admitted.

"Nonsense!" she shouted in a laugh. "Kurosaki-kun is brash, rude and insensitive. Why would a woman of your stature wish to wed him?"

My stomach clenched for her amusement; there are many things that were good about the blacksmith besides his harsh ways. "I love him," she stopped for my confession.

"You do?" Inoue perked.

I cracked a grin as I looked down at the counter. "With all my heart and soul," I looked into her grey eyes. "I am envious of your engagement, Inoue-san."

"Please, call me Orihime" she bit her lip.

"Well, Orihime, throughout the venture to this kingdom I have fallen for a peasant," I placed the meat in the sink and sighed. "One whom is loud, rude, impolite, overprotective and engaged to other woman," my heart-ached for the love. "He may seem like a bastard to you, but to me, he is nothing but a prince whom is wonderful in every way."

She was silent as she looked over my dazed and love-struck eyes, appealed by the sweet-words from a princess who is known for destroying kingdoms on her own.

"I cannot wed him, Rukia-san," she admitted.

I snapped out of my daze and looked over to the woman in confusion. "Is it for the man in the market? The knight?"

"Ulquiorra is thy loves name," she hummed with starry eyes. "He is general for division three," Inoue continued with a smile. "But, he is not the reasoning—"

"Then what is?" I questioned.

She pursed her lips together tightly and looked to the wooden floor. "I-I do not wish for Kurosaki-kun to take on the burden of my mistakes," she admitted.

"Orihime, when you marry someone they accept all your faults and mistakes, it is not a burden" I tired.

"It is when I am carrying a child that is not my suitors," she snapped.

I blinked rapidly for the news. "Y-Y-You are with child?"

"Indeed," she rubbed her flat-stomach happily.

"With whom?" I asked.

"Cifer Ulquiorra," she proudly announced.

I admired her utter happiness written on her face—it must be a good-feeling, to know you are carrying a part of yourself and your love. Someday, I too would like to experience such with the blacksmith.

"Have you told the King?" I suddenly asked; if he knew than the wedding could be cancelled.

"No," she pouted. "My grandfather is far too busy to listen."

It seems as though she is the same position I would have been in, if I were in her shoes. Kings' are quite busy with tending to the land, controlling the army and dealing with other kingdoms. The Soul Society King is probably the most tended King since my disappearance from Kuchiki land; he's most likely on guard for my father, if he ever arrives, and must handle the grand worry of my hand in the land. I could end his power within a single hour, if I wanted to.

"You should make an appointment with your grandfather—with your lover," I pushed.

I know my father used to have tiny slots of his free-time to talk time to listen to issues or wishes from the land; many merchants, knights, women and families would enter their name to speak with him. It gave the kingdom quality-time with their ruler, even though he is a crude man.

Orihime locked eyes with me for my pushing. "Why are you so pent on telling my grandfather?"

"I have been in your shoes," she tensed for news. "My father would not listen to me when I did not wish to marry my suitor, he merely looks at me as the crown to Kuchiki land and not his daughter," I explained to her. "I cannot stand seeing two people married when they are in love with someone else—it is not right in my heart."

"Is it because you love the blacksmith and do not wish for him to rai—"

"Nonsense," I interrupted. "I know Ichigo would be thrilled to tend to a child, even if it was not his, that is the man he is—which is rare for a peasant, but that is how his moral-compass points," I waved my hands at the woman. "But, I believe your lover does not wish for you bare his child and have another man raise his blood," she tensed.

"You are right," she whispered. "Ulquiorra does wish to raise our child but—"

"I do not wish to hear any further excuses from your lips," I hissed. "You are to be a mother soon, one with the man you love, take that into your heart and use it to power your will."

She froze from my brash words and looked around to avoid my eyes.

"If you continue to sprout such worries, then it is best to call your love fabled," I bite. "Love is to be the strongest feeling we ever feel—do not use it as an excuse, Orihime."

Orihime's eyes brightened for my words. "I shall tell my grandfather today," I tensed for her bold move. "I will not marry the blacksmith but my love, and I shall bare my child with the knight along with my happy," I watched as she marched to the door and followed.

"I believe you, but will you have you love by your side?" she stopped at the knob and sighed for my comment.

"He always manages to be near," she spoke as she opened the door.

When I saw the knight at the door, I froze and stepped back slightly. "My love, what shall we be doing?"

"Confront the King of our love and child," she informed him—once again I felt out of place and wanted to leave the display of intimacy, but I cannot since I live here.

"As you wish," he caressed her cheek in his pale palm and kissed her tender lips—I looked away to the kitchen. "As long as we are together, I will be forever happy."

"You are far too sweet to me," Orihime whispered before looking over to me with a blush. "Sorr—"

"It is fine," I sighed before looking outside to the forestry. "I believe it is time for me to start cooking dinner," trying to change the subject.

Orihime perked for the news. "Why don't you accompany us to dinner?"

"No, no," I waved innocently. "Ichigo's parents are coming over tonight."

The two nodded for the reason. "Well, I hope you the best for tonight," she smiled before placing a hand on my shoulder. "Also, thank you for the encouraging words, they have helped me come to my senses."

"Not a problem," I grinned as while they walked out the front-door. "I bid you a good-night."

As I closed the door I heaved a heavy sigh and groaned—it seems like there is even more drama around this kingdom than I thought. Not to mention the news both Ichigo's parents would receive; knowing the King he'll accept the news but with a grumped face, and soon call upon the Kurosaki's to speak further about the engagement.

Either way, this is good-news for me and the blacksmith, we can finally be together like we wished, but that doesn't change much with my position. If I were to be with Ichigo and we slept together, there would be more trouble with my father. He'd definitely kill the blacksmith and try to re-marry me to Renji, which wouldn't go according to his plans—if he lived past my insanity.

*~*~Cherry Blossom~*~*

A bear-hug—not any regular hug but a bear-huge, one that is Isshin's signature (Ichigo had warned me about it).

"Rukia-chan! My beautiful third-daughter, Papa is here!" the scruffy man cheered as he tightened his hold around my waist, and lifted me higher into the air.

When he placed me back on the floor, I gasped slightly for air and soon became engulfed in Masaki's breast as she hugged me. "It has been so long," no it hasn't! It's been nearly three days since our little dinner, which was more of an information gathering for me.

"Indeed," I chuckled when finally released.

Isshin pouted at the large house and shook his head. "It is foolish of our son to leave such a woman here without company," he sobbed. "You must be quite lonesome!"

"No, not at all," I attempted to reassure them both. "It gives me time to fulfil duties around the house for Ichigo while he is away."

Masaki raised a brow and grinned slyly. "You sound as though you two are married," I blushed for the sudden statement.

"Nonsense," I squeaked. "The blacksmith made regulations for my stay; I am to tend to the housework, cook, care for the horses and shop," even though he really wanted me to feel like his wife and not some housemate. "It is only fair since he is charged for my presence."

Isshin grinned madly before wrapping a firm arm around my shoulders and pulling my delicate body to his. "Is bedding include is these conditions?"

My cheeks burned as I shook my head—we haven't even spoken about bedding each other, it was out of the question and frowned upon. "That is not my place."

"You have as much right to our son's bed," Isshin patted my head as he attempted to convince me into sleeping with the blacksmith. "Besides, soon enough you will be huge and carrying my grand—"

Masaki kicked her husband with force, sending him flying into the living room couch and grunting in pain for his behind. "Stop being a pervert and trying to get our son be-headed, Isshin!" she snapped.

"Be-headed?" I questioned over to the woman.

"Indeed," Masaki sighed while making her way to the kitchen table. "It is against the King's rules for a peasant to dirty themselves with another woman if engaged to a member of the royal blood-line," the mother explained in frustration.

"This is why you cannot end the engagement…" I trailed; Masaki nodded sadly.

"We do not have the power to over-rule the King's agreement," she rubbed her temples in frustration. "It is only the princess or another royal member of the kingdom, who can refuse the marriage as long as the reasoning is proper."

"If there were to be a pregnancy would that be a good enough reasoning for the King?" they both looked at me in surprise—Isshin overwhelming with joy for the thought of me being pregnant, but that is not the case.

"Y-You are with child?" Masaki's voice squeaked.

"My son has finally managed to become a man!" Isshin whaled before bolting to his wife. "Masaki, my love, we shall be grandparents!"

"No! No!" I shouted with my hands risen. "I am not with child!" Masaki blinked for the reassurance and Isshin sobbed into her lap.

"Thinking about it?" the mother questioned.

I blushed furiously—I have thought about bare a child but not now, well, I could but it is not a good-time. "I-I—I would love to become pregnant"—Isshin's eyes glowed like the sun for the statement and Masaki grinned— "With Ichigo it would be grand," the parents smiled to each other. "B-But I do not think it is the time for a child."

"So you do wish to bed our son," Masaki chuckled. Her hands snaked into her husband locks. "It is still in motion."

"What is in motion?" I jumped in interest; she perked and shook her head.

"Dinner! Dinner is still in motion, correct?" Masaki changed the subject, but I nodded and looked over to the meal on the counter. "What have you made, Rukia-chan?"

I rushed over to the kitchen and brought the dishes to the two. "Uh, well… "I looked over to Isshin as he grabbed dishes and utensils. "I have made roasted beef, potatoes and corn."

The loud father turned to me with grin. "That dish in the oven—"

"It is for Ichigo, "I finished before sitting down. "He is to return tonight but much later."

"How long has he been gone?" Masaki asked.

"Two nights," I replied.

The first night was nothing but me sitting around waiting for the blacksmith to return, but the second-night I had stripped all the bedding, waxed the floors, baked, tend the gardens and animals, cooked dinner, sorted his clothing and trained in the backyard. Never did I notice how much I enjoyed the blacksmith's company until now.

Dinner was quiet. It reminded me of the monthly dinners in the palace, when the nobles of the land would visit the castle and bring their best-food for our chefs to prepare. There would: lamb, fish, pork, beef, and deer—anything they could get for meat. The vegetables would be endless.

The chefs would cook for hours upon hours, until calling everyone for dinner, even the royal family. It was the only time I and my father ate together, he always stated that having me around during the meal would keep others in-line and well-mannered. I always thought it was so, I could mingle with the noble's sons and daughters to become familiar with the next generation; it would help when I married and crowned the next king. But I knew better, when I was around the noble-men wouldn't fight or start argument at the table—it was alone the sound of metal on plates and gentle request to pass the meat. It was boring beyond belief.

"No more of this silence," I placed my fork down and rubbed my fingers through my raven locks.

"Why is silence not to your favor?" Isshin tilted his head like a puppy—pushing to see if I would snap, which only meant he knew who I was.

"It is nothing but quiet screams of torture," I snapped before leaning back in my seat. "It is almost like I never left the castle."

"I was wondering when you would finally drop the act," Masaki sighed while leaning back. "I need to ask: why in heavens name is the princess of Kuchiki kingdom here? This is the land of refuged royals—you would be killed by mentioning your true name."

"I should ask you the same," I locked eyes with the woman and she tensed. "Why is it that Shiba's King and Queen are in Soul Society? Also, why is it that their blood-line do not have knowledge of their crowns?"

Isshin's jaw tightened for the questions. "You knew."

"So does your son," I added.

Both parents froze instantly. "H-How?"

"We were attacked in the forest by some magical-creature. Ichigo had come to my aid and became seriously injured," I rubbed my wrist slightly. "I cannot bare to lose him—when something inside me spoke of my blood, I did not hesitate to give him my wrist."

"You use your blood?" Masaki cracked. "What if he was not matched—"

"I knew he was my mate," I intruded. "I had been injured once or twice—protecting the blacksmith in battle—and while I slept he cleaned my blood from my body; that is when he found my marking," I explained. The tension could be cut with a stick. "Once I noticed him looking at my body, I retreated and he showed his mark on his hip."

Masaki bowed her head as she examined the meal, she was certain to avoid looking at me which gave a sickening feeling.

"I—I do not know what happened when I was a child," I held my breath while clenching my hands in my lap. "But—But I do know that I cannot fix it or leave it unturned. I must know why I attacked Shiba kingdom, especially when I was to marry the next King of the land."

"Masaki?" Isshin looked at his wife with concern. "Shall we?"

The mother nodded and looked into my violet eyes. "I should be the one to tell her," her husband nodded for the request. "It happened before your mother got sick. There was someone going around the land telling fables about our plans of the marriage—your mother knew right from wrong, but your father was still bitter about the decision. He did not like the fact: his little girl was going to marry someone from Isshin's lines—they hated each other for years and never saw eye-to-eye even when it came to you and our son," she sighed deeply for the matter.

"Did he start the attack for that?" I didn't see the need for a battle or destroying a kingdom because he disliked Ichigo's father – it was a childish reason.

"No, no" she calmly shook. "He wanted to start the war when the rumors spread, but your mother refused and stopped him—she had that power over him back then—but suddenly on the way to another courting with you and Ichigo, someone had snuck into our castle – a maid, one whom work for us for many years," she explained with a sour look. "She casted a spell of dark magic on Ichigo—making his heart stop and to seem dead."

"According to your mother you snapped instantly; killed the carriage handler, the horses, knights following behind and attacked her", my eyes widened for the news as a pounding came to my skull.

I could see it; my tiny form throwing the carriage around the misty field, slicing the handler in two and turning the knights to stone. Mother had jumped out of the carriage screaming for me to calm down, but I turned on her.

"Eventually you lost interest in your mother and stormed towards Shiba kingdom, screaming for Ichigo at the top of your lungs. We sent our army out to slow you down—we even sent messages to your father and his army for aid, but within seconds our villages were nothing but ice" she continued.

I clenched the table as ice crept over the wood—the images of the villagers screaming in fear as they froze, the knights charging towards me and the land covering with ice, swirled through my brain like a rattling snake.

"When you got to the kingdom you were in sobbing blood-tears and shrieking for Ichigo—it was like injured sirens by the sea shore," Masaki wiped a tear as she thought about the day. "We were worried you would kill our family, but you did not. Once at the castle you ran inside and searched for Ichigo's body—barely able to breathe as maids tried to get in your way; they all froze".

A hiss left my throat as the memories came flooding back—the screaming and shrieking, all the pain from the bloody tears and cracking in my heart. It was the worse pain I have ever experienced.

"When Kuchiki kingdom arrived, we all ran to find you" she bit her lip roughly. "You were in Ichigo's chambers—it was covered in ice—crying over his body, pleading for him to wake-up and to say something foolish," I sniffle for the memories. "We did not know what to do, so we stood watching you cradle his form and scream like a banshee while cutting your flesh to feed him your blood."

Isshin noticed his wives struggle and took over. "Eventually Ichigo woke up and your sanity returned, but you were never the same," he continued. "You experienced pure heartbreak and insanity—you became distant rapidly, never leaving the castle and barely speaking to anyone (even Ichigo). Your father had allowed us to stay in Kuchiki castle until figuring out a plan, but as the days went on you got worse, "he explained.

"W-What can I not remember this?" I managed to ask through the throbbing in my brain.

"Magic," he answered solemnly. "We all agreed to erase Ichigo from your memories and you from his—it was less painful for you too. Then we erased Kaien's and Tomo's so they would not slip-up and tell Ichigo of your existence," I leaned towards the father as he looked to the ceiling. "In the end they forget we were royals and your father arranged for the King of Soul Society to allow us to refuge here, but once we arrived everyone wanted to end the Shiba name, so we changed our surnames and created a story of living in the kingdom for years."

"Do you remember now?" Masaki asked before resting a hand on my mine.

"Yes…" I whispered before gripping covering her hand with my other. "I am sorry—"

"Please," Masaki shook her head. "Do not apologize, it is not your fault—it was never your fault," she grabbed me into a hug that Isshin quickly joined. "I have missed you so much," she whispered into my hair. "We have missed you so much."

*~*~Cherry Blossom~*~*

That night after Masaki and Isshin left, I waited for Ichigo to return—my heart-ached to see him and the memories continued to play in my head.

I have to see him—touch him.

Looking out the window I watched the stars twinkle in the sky and the moon glowing brightly while rain poured down—it is quite an amazing night, usually I would be out enjoying it but I cannot—I want to be with the blacksmith, now.

I stared at the front door anxiously—my thoughts rambled on about the prince and our past, when I thought I lost him. The swarming feeling that covered my heart never ended, it was like a slow burning acid that ate way, and Ichigo is the cure.

When the door opened and a grunt came through the air, I jumped from couch. "Ichigo," I gasped as someone struggled to take off their shoes.

Sprinting to front door, I smiled when I saw him—orange hair caked to his face, a slight shading beard on his cheeks, board shoulders hung from exhaustion and clothing stuck to his form.

He grinned when he noticed my presence in the hallway. "You waited for me?"

Instantly I leapt into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist—lips crushed against his and hands touching the roughly texture of his stumbles. He smiled into my lips and pressed my body against his.

When he tripped over his boots and stumbled into the wall, I gasped for the impact and looked into his amber eyes with desire. "Perhaps I should travel more often—, "he tried but I silenced him with another deep kiss that burned his lungs.

He matted his fingers through my hair, brushing his rough large thumb over my cheek and chest rubbing against mine—either though this is the most passionate and closest we've been, I still wanted more—I wanted to feel all of him against my skin, but I shouldn't even though I desired it.

I went to pull-away from his lips but the blacksmith snickered and kept me in place – it can tell he was enjoying the deep and rough passion we were sharing; I jumped with a gasp when he cleverly placed a hand on my bottom, hoisting me closer to his hips, to the point I could feel everything through my dress which lite a fire in my stomach.

"Ichigo," my voice hitched when his lips latched onto my silky neck. "We must st—stop," I squeaked as he nipped a sensitive area of my neck.

My hands pressed against his chest and pushed him away from my burning body—never have I felt so hot in my life, usually I was cold due to my abilities but the blacksmith managed to bring me to life.

"Welcome home," I panted as I attempted to shake the desire out of my violet eyes. I know the lust is perking through like red on white, it would only lead the bright-haired prince into another heated session of kissing.

He placed a hand on my blush covered cheek—they were warm and calloused, worn from his long journey and hold on his horse's reins. "I believe you have welcomed me better than anyone else."

I grew increasingly embarrassed as I thought about my actions—I had literally jumped onto the blacksmith like a whore, felt the pleasure of his lips on my body and wanted to feel everything – this must be the feeling my maids have warned me about, the leading emotions of the desire to be bedded.

This is not good – indeed, I am at the age to be bedded, but I have other things to worry about and being bedded isn't one of them. Why am I suddenly having these feelings? I never had them beforehand when I saw knights shirtless or the garden tenders with only cut pants; but now it seems to be the only thing on my mind and body with the blacksmith—it bothers me slightly.

"I have missed you terribly," I admitted while my thoughts ranted like angry monkeys.

He leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and held me to his strong-chest. "I missed you too."

"How was your travels?" I looked up.

"Far too long," he sighed with his eyes on mine. "The deep woods of the mountains are quite mysterious when alone—but mostly the strange fables the farming villages tell traveling tradesman are more intriguing," the blacksmith smiled while recalling the stories.

"What was the best story?"

He hummed while thinking and sighed when figuring out the answer. "A fable about a couple on the mountain—"

"One whom has magic in her veins?" I perked.

"Indeed, do you know the tale?"

"That is my aunt, Ichigo."

真実 means: The truth.

I was wondering if you guys would like me to do a little story on Karin and Toshiro's meeting, so, I would be updating that story every day and basically showing you all the story of their meeting and gradual growing love.

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