Hyuu…..I'm writing fast this turn round. Its hols so there's nothing to do at all (well, except write) so I'm writing faster. Future chapters will no longer have the other credits except disclaimer. That way there won't be any redundant words. I hope you guys like this chapter like the previous chapter.
Special thanks to ennui deMonte, Rasgara, Sleeve of White Snow, Lea Cat, Oxygen Pirate, werwqFA, Cerulean Soul, First Lady and person for reviewing my last chapter. Since the system's down and I'm not getting ANY alerts whatsoever, I will reply to some of your questions through here.
Cerulean Soul: Well, Ocean blue is actually a greenish kind of blue, and since I'm not sure of the color, I followed Jedi Boadicea (so sorry). In a way, you're right too. As for Matsumoto, it's gigai.
werwqFA: Yes, it's the same Hyuuga as the Naruto Hyuuga. However, there's no blood relation whatsoever. The kanji for 'Hyu' and 'Hitsu' were the same and since the back sounded the same too, I took Hyuuga as a replacement for Hitsugaya's cer name. If you are a Naruto fan and feel offended about this then I'm terribly sorry.
First Lady: I will admit, some of your observations on my chapter was quite true. The beginning is pretty dull but I plan on spicing that up. As for it being short I'll admit it is, but please, it's just the beginning. It'll get longer. If it doesn't I'll just try updating more frequently. Next, Matsumoto not having enough expression ...you're right on that count. I didn't think about that at all But for the the fact with Toushirou being rude... I have no comment on that because I have no idea what to say. But overall, I'm glad you liked Frozen Memories. Don't take this respond too seriously, I'm not back talking or anything. I glad you did tell me all this things. I do welcome critism. It gives me something to think about.
Now, please. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters. However the storyline for this fanfiction and OCs do belong to me.
Reincarnation of Ice
Chapter 2: My Life through My Eyes
Toushirou slammed the door behind him with all the strength he had, smiling menacingly when the door closed with a loud bang. Shihou took one look at his dark expression and quirked an eyebrow.
"Nagaya, right?" she said tentatively. It was more a statement than a question.
"That bastard teased Momo again," Toushirou said, snarling through bared teeth. "He put roaches in her drawer. I swear, during training tomorrow I'm going to pummel him into the ground until he eats dirt!"
Stomping up the stairs he made his way to his room and slammed the door behind him.
Shihou sighed when he slammed his bedroom door for the second time and winced slightly when he closed the bathroom door with another resounding bang. Honestly, he was such a child at these times it was hard to comprehend that he was a child genius, a prodigy at that too.
Sighing again for the second time, Shihou returned to her work.
Hecate and Hiro would be home soon enough.
And then the real trouble would start.
Toushirou paddled his hair dry, messing it so that it was rowdy and spiky. Throwing the towel onto the chair, he flopped onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling with nothing to do, he couldn't help but muse over his life.
His life was mostly average to say the least, but it was hard to tell. What with a strict father, an overly hyper mother, an uptight older sister, a pair of sarcastic younger twin brother and sister, a psychotic class rival and a babyish, bed-wetter childhood friend, life was indeed far from normal.
His father, Hyuuga Ryuujin was a descendent of a great samurai -or so he says- and owned a well known kendo dojo in Tokyo. His mother, Soraya had been a miracle doctor, taking her great skills from her mother. Now she was a housewife, busily cooking and cleaning and passing her healing skills to Hiro, his younger brother, who was also equally talented. However, she was pretty much a klutz. Shihou was a talented artist and author currently studying fine arts, animation and graphic designing at Tokyo University even though she was only 18. She was also apprenticed to Hina Mai, a well-known Manga-ka.
It was no surprise that the whole family were fast learners, skipping grades left and right. Even Hiro and Hecate had done so and were currently studying at Chiyoda Middle High in their final year at the age of 13; Hiro as already mentioned was a great healer, but contrary to his mother he had no interest in that field what so ever. Instead, he took a liking to explosives, and tended to mix gunpowder and dangerous chemicals in the kitchen. His twin Hecate was also interested in weaponry. Though she was under aged, she could handle the gun as well as any grown up. It was a wonder how they both got out of as many scrapes and close calls as they did.
His family was in truth, by far the strangest, yet most intelligent family you could find. However, when Hecate suddenly starts shooting with her latest gun at the dummy in the back yard, his mother starts wanting to do acupuncture on him, and Hiro blows up the kitchen from a wrong concoction of chemical compounds; Toushirou can't help but yearn for a normal family. At least Shihou and his father were pretty normal.
Thinking back on today's events, a grimace formed on Toushirou's face. Nagaya would pay; he'd make sure of that.
Nagaya Hibiki had been his sworn rival ever since they had met two years ago when Toushirou had skipped grades up to the first year of high school. Nagaya was still the same now, coy smile and play boy attitude. He had been the smartest boy in the entire school before Toushirou had come along and ousted him from that position. It didn't help that Nagaya was training at his father's dojo. But then, Nagaya had been complaining a lot lately to his father about the succession of the dojo.
Toushirou was a black belt in kendo, karate and judo and was going to inherit the dojo from his father when he retired. Nagaya on the other hand, was not happy with the arrangement. He had been hoping that-even though he was not Ryuujin's son- he could succeed the dojo. However, that dream was quickly destroyed when Toushirou had been announced as the heir. Now, he took his pointless anger out on his childhood friend Hinata Momo.
At that, Toushirou smiled at the thought of Hinata.
They had both met under quite strange consequences. When he had been five and her seven, Hinata had gotten lost in the Kanda district and Toushirou had been the one to find her. After knocking her on her head –which was quite a feat considering their height differences- he had chastised her on not being brave enough; she in return, had retorted that he had no idea what she had been through. He had then promptly declared her a bed-wetter.
After arguing for a while, Toushirou had finally had had enough of it and dragged her along with him to a book store where his family was waiting. Back then, Soraya had been expecting with the twins and had suddenly had a craving to read a book she hadn't finished. The whole family- Ryuujin, Shihou, Toushirou and herself- had been dragged down all the way to Kanda to do book hunting.
After introducing her to his family and explaining her predicament, his mother promptly decided that they should search for her family. No one dared argue with her at that moment, knowing full well how she was when she had hormonal mood swings. After searching high and low- and half of Tokyo Toushirou could have reckoned- they finally found her home at Chiyoda district, just five blocks away from their own house. It seems that she was their new neighbor that had just moved in a day ago.
Toushirou could have banged his head against a wall at that moment from all the frustration they had to go just to find her place, and it had only been five blocks away from them. But when she smiled at him and thanked him for bringing her home, he couldn't help but think that it had been worthwhile after all.
From that day on, they had been fast friends. Now, even though she was two years older, Toushirou would always protect her from all the bullies there were, just to make sure that she never lost that smile of hers.
As he turned around to stare out of his bedroom window, he noticed the dark clouds in the sky. It would most likely rain later. He'd ask Shihou. She would most definitely know. The thoughts on rain reminded him of the encounter he had had with that strange woman about a week ago.
He had charged under the roof quickly to escape the rain and had not felt her presence until a little later. Orange hair, grey eyes and breasts that looked too big to be natural, she was most definitely a foreigner; not that he didn't look like one as well, what with his white hait and ocean blue eyes. She had stared at him for quite sometime until he had been irritated. When he had asked her what was wrong, she had just said that he had looked like someone she knew.
Upon further questioning, he had found out that the person she mentioned was dead. He had given her a bit of his condolences, but she had just waved it off. He had then paid no attention to her. After the rain had lessened down considerably, he had left before she could even ask him what his name was.
It wouldn't be good to associated with strangers that looked suspicious.
However, Toushirou couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. That woman had seemed familiar, like they had met somewhere before at some relative past. But he was sure it was the first time they met.
Toushirou was shocked out of his reverie when a loud explosion resounded from the kitchen, shaking the house and its foundation. A string of curses and cries for the fire extinguisher soon followed after that.
Toushirou sighed; they would most likely be eating out tonight, seeing that the kitchen had been blown to bits again by another one of Hiro's concoctions. Getting up, he made his way out of his room and down the stairs to inspect the damage. He hoped it wasn't too severe. Honestly he had no idea how his father was abled to pay for the repair bills that came frequently.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed that the damage wasn't as bad as the last time. The shoji door was burnt to a crisp and the side table where they prepared the cooking ingredients was half singed. Other than that, everything else was fine. Sighing again Toushirou rolled up his sleeves and helped them clean the redundant of the accident.
Really, life couldn't get any weirder than this now.
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