Note: Alright, so, I know it wasn't much of a wait for this chapter, but that's because I actually managed to find about three hours to dedicate to it~ Yeah, not much more time. xD; My apologies~ Anyways... Yeah. This chapter was a bit of a bother, and I'm not very happy with the outcome, but whatever~
Oh, and there's a little bit o' angsting in this chapter. Just a teeny little bit, and you might have to squint to see it - I don't know. But yeah - I don't know when the next chapter will be up, life's pretty busy right now.
I hope you enjoy, and please - read and review~! 8D;
Summary: BleachxTsubasa crossover. Two dense, hot-tempered males, with the two that love them dearly. But the temperamental ones can't seem understand. It's up to Fai and Ichigo to help one another get the ones they love to see it. IchiHitsu, KuroFai.
Warnings: I'm not sure if the characters are a bit out of character - they had to be this way for me to continue on with the story. If they are a bit ooc, I hope it's only a bit... ^w^;; Also, there will be shonen-ai/yaoi in the upcoming chapters, and there's a little bit of talk about love somewhere near the end. So please - don't like, don't read.
Pairings: IchiHitsu, KuroFai.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Tsubasa R.C - Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite, and Tsubasa R.C belongs to CLAMP.
"Alright, here are your gigais, my friends!" Urahara grinned happily, bringing his fan in front of his mouth. His beady eyes surveyed the odd group of foreigners in front of him as the shinigami moved away to slip into their false bodies.
The newcomers had already changed into this world's clothing – the black-haired man wore a black, skin-tight shirt with a pair of dark-coloured, ripped-at-the-knees jeans. His mechanical arm glittered oddly in the dim lighting. The blonde was wearing a light blue polo shirt with the collar folded down, with navy blue jeans and a white trench coat. The brown-haired boy was dressed in a pair of pine green, baggy pants, and a hazel coloured t-shirt with the edges of the short sleeves frayed a bit. Finally, the girl was dressed in a light, rose-coloured dress that fell to her knees, but was still loose-fitting on her frame, meaning she could run if the need arose.
The man with the hilt of a blade – was that a dragon's head? – showing was clearly some sort of samurai, or ninja. The blonde had magic swirling around him, and although it wasn't very powerful, he was clearly some sort of magician. The girl had been referred to many times as 'hime', so she was a princess… And the boy held magic within him as well, and he was a very good friend to the princess.
All-in-all…
They were very weird.
He studied the group intently as the shinigamis flexed their material bodies, relaxing the stiff muscles of their gigais. It was a pity Ichigo wasn't around – he appeared to be the only one who could restrain the irritated taichou with his reiatsu out of control, by sheer willpower.
"Kisuke-san, are you a shinigami too?" Fai bounced around 'Hat-and-Clogs', as Ichigo had dubbed him.
"Why yes, yes I am! I'm so flattered that you noticed!" Urahara sang joyfully, flashing his trademark smile at the other blonde.
"So, for us to see you right now, you're in a… A… Gay-guy?" Fai's face screwed up as he attempted to pronounce the foreign word.
Rukia felt her cheeks heat up a bit, and Renji's eyes widened in shock. A choking noise was emitted from both Urahara and Hitsugaya, and Matsumoto hid her giggles behind a hand.
"U-Uh… Fai-san, it's p-pronounced 'gigai'." Rukia stammered uncertainly, shaking her head to try and remove the rosy tint that stained her cheeks.
"Hm… Oops?" The blonde offered, grinning sheepishly and raising his hands with the palms facing skywards.
"Bakayaro." Came the twin response to the blonde's feigned innocence, causing the two who spoke to glance in surprise at one another.
"Oi, shrimp, you feel the same way about this idiot?" Kurogane gave the white-haired taichou a toothy grin.
"Of course, baka – that's all he is. An idiot. Like Kurosaki." Hitsugaya responded in a dull tone of voice, furrowing his brow in irritation at the clearly fake wail of pain coming from the pouting blonde.
"Heh, we might just get along, kid."
"I find I must agree with you there, old man."
"Who're you calling old man?!"
"I didn't think you could be that dense, Kurogane-san." Hitsugaya deadpanned, his teal eyes staring up at the trembling ninja.
"Why you little-" Kurogane began, his tanned hands twitching as they reached out to shake the life out of the white-haired taichou. Fai latched onto his hands, bringing them up in between them.
"Kuro-pon, please don't threaten Shirou-chan!" The blonde pleaded, tightening his grip on Kurogane's hands. He could feel the warmth radiating from the furious ninja, and the cold blasting out from the frosty taichou.
"It's Kurogane!" Said ninja ripped his hands out of Fai's grasp, not noticing the slight flicker of sadness that appeared for a brief moment in those multi-coloured eyes.
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou!" The white-haired taichou snapped viciously, the temperature around him dropping to a considerably low temperature.
Fai clapped his hands before dodging the blade that Kurogane swung down in his direction.
"Get back here, you bastard!" Kurogane thundered, racing after the retreating blonde to start one of their famous chase scenes.
"… Taichou, where are you going to be staying this time?" Matsumoto inquired tentatively, her lightly-coloured eyes shimmering uneasily at her taichou's anger.
"I'm staying here, with Kisuke-san, along with Syaoran-san, Sakura-san, Kurogane-san and Fai-san. Rukia needs to return to Soul Society with Rangiku-san, which leaves just you to find somewhere to stay." Renji added, after a moment's awkward silence. Syaoran and Sakura nodded their heads at the Juuban tai taichou, immediately sweat dropping when a loud crash was heard somewhere outside, followed by a long string of loud profanities.
Hitsugaya finally opened his mouth to respond, when a voice beat him to it.
"Why doesn't Toushirou stay with me? That way, Urahara, you're not stuck with too many people."
"That's very sweet of you, Ichigo-kun." Said man chuckled from behind his fan, and his beady-eyed gaze moved down to stare unnervingly at the surprised taichou.
"You're alright with that, aren't you, Hitsugaya-kun? I don't have enough room for you here, what with the group of foreigners. And, since Ichigo-kun is offering… I think you should take it up."
"Why?"
"Well, if you want to sleep on the streets, that's your decision, not mine." The blonde smirked jovially at Hitsugaya as the boy's eyes narrowed, and he gave a clearly noticeable twitch. Urahara's smirk was mirrored in all its entirety by the orange-haired shinigami, who crossed his arms as he silently approached Hitsugaya from behind.
"Yeah, come on, Toushirou. You're gonna be fine – my family doesn't bite." Ichigo teased, ruffling the snow-white hair affectionately – only to have his hand violently smacked away by a petite hand.
Hitsugaya spun around, and focused his trademark glare on Ichigo's face.
"I suggest you refrain from touching me whatsoever, Kurosaki. And call me by my title – Hitsugaya-taichou!" The boy snarled vehemently.
"Unless you want to die alone, without the ability to have children." The unspoken threat hung in the air, sinking slowly into Ichigo's mind. The teenager felt a bead of cold sweat roll down his face, and he gave the boy a nervous laugh.
"Anyways... Back to my original question – are you gonna stay at my place?" Ichigo responded, before clearing his throat and glancing up at the blonde man with a pleading gaze. The only thing he received in return was a shrug of the shoulders, and a helpless look.
"… Fine. I will not sleep on the streets, and I am having to stay here to keep an eye out for Arrancars. They seem to be coming at the most inconvenient times now, and there are large numbers of them, apparently. I wonder what's going on." Hitsugaya replied blandly, closing his cerulean eyes with an exasperated sigh.
Ichigo felt his heart soar inwardly, at the thought of having the uptight taichou in his house. Maybe they would actually begin to get along somewhat.
Because Ichigo's idea of 'getting along' did not include getting the crap kicked out of him by some kid-like taichou with a temper problem.
Especially when Hitsugaya injured his 'manpride'. Literally, and metaphorically speaking.
Bringing himself out of his thoughts, he grinned amicably down at the white-haired boy.
"Come on, then. It's time for lunch, and I'm sure I can get Yuzu to cook a little something extra, just for you." Ichigo chuckled, turning on his heel.
"Later guys. Nice meeting you, Syaoran, Sakura-san, Mokona." The orange-haired teenager raised a hand in a pleasant farewell, before receiving a kick to the back of his left knee that sent him stumbling forward, where his forehead struck the doorframe.
Hard.
Ichigo yelped in pain and spun around, ignoring the bright red mark decorating his forehead that was in the shape of the decorated frame.
"The hell was that for, Toushirou?!"
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou! I'm not a child, Kurosaki! And don't bother your sister to make any more food!"
"Why not?!"
"I'm not hungry, alright?! Don't bother your little sister to cook more things just because you have company! I'll just wait upstairs so I don't interrupt!"
"Since when do you care about being polite, kid?!" The orange-haired substitute shinigami realized he had struck a chord when the taichou suddenly fell silent. Too silent.
"… What did you just say…?" Hitsugaya's voice dropped to a deathly quiet tone, and his teal eyes darkened considerably. Ichigo began sweating bullets, and he raised his hands with a sheepish smile.
"I… I, uh… Hm… You see… I d-didn't mean it!" The teen stammered frantically, backing up quickly as he noted the slow steps that the taichou was taking towards him.
"Didn't mean what, Kurosaki?"
"I didn't mean to c-call you a k-kid! I'm s-sorry!" Ichigo wailed, his hands flying down to protect himself in case the white-haired boy decided to attack him again.
"… Bakayaro. Keep your childish comments to yourself. And, to answer your question… I care about being polite when I am around someone's family, no matter how rude and insolent that person is, if their family is kind enough to allow me to stay somewhere, I will treat them with respect. You, on the other hand… Watch your tongue, Kurosaki, or you might just find it torn out someday." Hitsugaya scowled, his cerulean eyes flickering dangerously.
"… Whatever. Come on, Toushirou."
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou!"
"Yeah yeah, I know. Just come on." Hitsugaya let out a snarling noise before padding softly after the 'Strawberry'.
Syaoran and Sakura exchanged glances nervously.
"Did you hear what Hitsugaya-kun said? He said that someone's gained more power… Maybe that's my feather…" Sakura murmured.
"I think so… Let's go check around town, and see if we can learn anything. Who knows – there might be more shinigamis who we can question." Syaoran responded softly, before he turned and bowed respectfully to Urahara.
"Our apologies, Urahara-san, but we must find Kurogane-san and Fai-san. We will return in a few hours, we wish to wander around town for a bit." The brunet spoke in an apologetic tone.
"Ara ara, no worries, Syaoran-kun." Urahara waved his fan in the boy's direction. "It's perfectly fine, just please be back in time for dinner!" He finished, flicking said fan shut and pointing it at the clock hanging above the doorframe.
"Which is at six o'clock precisely."
"Alright, thank you very much, Kisuke-san." Sakura smiled heartwarmingly before the two children turned and made their way calmly from the room, unaware of the suddenly serious stare following them.
"So… That might explain how they've become more powerful." Urahara stated solemnly to the couple remaining shinigami, and the black cat hidden in the shadows.
"An interesting dilemma indeed." Yoruichi hissed, shaking her night-coloured head slowly from side-to-side.
"A very interesting one, my dear. A very interesting one." The ex-taichou responded quietly, before giving Renji, Rukia and Matsumoto a sad smile.
"We're going to have to keep an eye on this town entirely. No one will be safe."
"Get your scrawny little ass back here, mage, so I can kick it!"
"Wai, Kuro-sama is so scary!"
"Baka!"
"Hyuu hyuu!" Fai laughed brightly as he bounced just out of Kurogane's reach, the sunlight flashing off of Ginryuu's silver blade as it was swung at him once more, falling short of striking him.
Passerby threw themselves – quite literally, actually – out of the pair's way, not wishing to be sliced open or trampled. That did not stop them from shaking their fists and swearing loudly at Kurogane and Fai… Who, of course, ignored them entirely.
"Kuro-pyon, do you know where we are?" Suddenly, both of the men stopped dead in their tracks, and Ginryuu was slid quickly into its sheath.
"… I have no clue." The ninja stated bluntly, bringing out a whine from the blonde.
"But Kuro-chan! You should use your nose, like a good puppy, and find the way back to Kisuke-san's shop!"
"For the last time, I'm not a damned dog, baka!" Kurogane barked, narrowing his crimson eyes.
"Then why is Kuro-puppy going 'wanwan' right now?" The blonde sang joyfully, spinning on his heel.
"Why you little-" Kurogane began chillingly, placing a hand on Ginryuu's hilt, when twin voices interrupted his tirade.
"Kurogane-san! Fai-san!"
"Ah, Syaoran-kun! Sakura-chan! Where's Moko… Ah, there you are!" Fai giggled as he flounced his way over to the rapidly approaching pair, and was instantaneously tackled by the white 'manjuu bun'.
"Urahara-san is allowing us to wander around Karakura town for the time being, but we must be back at his shop by six… I think that means when the smaller hand is pointing at the number that is on the bottom of the clock. I think we should investigate – Sakura-hime's feather might have something to do with these odd phenomena that Hitsugaya-kun was talking about." Syaoran explained, taking a deep breath afterwards.
"… Hn. Well, we may as well make the best of our free time – at least we know we'll be able to see those… Things… What were they? Hallows?"
"It's Hollows." Came an unknown voice.
"Thanks- wait, who are you?" The ninja spun to face the newcomer, only to narrow his crimson eyes warily.
Two men stood in front of them, dressed in normal attire for those in this town. One of them had hair that almost reached his shoulders, with a glossy black colour. Two red feathers stuck upwards from the front part of his eyebrow, and two yellow feathers stuck out horizontally from the smaller corner of his eye. His violet gaze held self-confidence, and he was clearly a narcissist.
The other man's most noticeable feature was the top of his head – which had no hair whatsoever. A red mark was visible coming up from both of his eyes, which were narrowed irritably in the group's direction.
"I must say, you four aren't very ugly, compared to the brutes I've run into in this town." The 'narcissist' commented dryly, ignoring the annoyed noise that the ninja made at this statement.
"Anyways, my name is Ayasegawa Yumichika. My friend here is Madarame Ikkaku." Yumichika moved his purple eyes in their sockets to look at Ikkaku from the corners of his eyes.
"Pleasure to meet you, Yumichika-san!" Fai stepped forward, resting a hand on Kurogane's shoulder.
"My name is Fai D. Fluorite. My friends here are Syaoran-kun, Sakura-chan, Mokona, and Kuro-"
"-Gane. Kurogane." The ninja muttered angrily, his blood red eyes flashing dangerously.
"Wai wai, he's bald! That man's bald!" Mokona laughed joyously, bouncing up and down repeatedly on Fai's shoulder. Yumichika blinked his eyes and his smile slowly faded. A tick formed in Ikkaku's eyebrow, and his eyelid began twitching rapidly.
"… Who's bald?!"
"Puu, Baldie's scary!" Mokona began to tremble – it was clearly fake – and hid its face in Fai's neck.
"There there, Mokona. I won't let the mean man get you." Fai soothed, completely oblivious to the fuming 'Baldie'.
Suddenly, without warning, Fai was struck over the head twice. Once, by Ikkaku's wooden katana. A second time by Kurogane's fist. The blonde yelped and placed both hands on his head, crocodile tears forming in the corners of his multi-coloured eyes.
"Wai, so mean!" He wailed pitifully, only gaining two glares from the temperamental males.
"Oh, suck it up – you're just as bad as Yumichika." Ikkaku snorted, but quivered slightly at the terrifying glare he gained from his friend.
"You're a wimp, you know that, baka?" Kurogane scorned, crossing his muscled arms over his chest.
"In every group of people we meet, at least one of them has a temper like you, Kuro-puu." Fai whined, placing his hands back at his sides and turning to face the ninja.
"Eh?! I don't behave like that bald guy." He ignored the profanities that streamed from Ikkaku's mouth – he was quickly shut up by a hand on his shoulder, which tightened painfully.
"What about Shirou-chan?"
"What?! I especially don't behave like that kid!"
"Shirou-chan?" Fai glanced over at Yumichika, having heard the interest lacing the man's voice.
"Hai – Hitsugaya-kun." The narcissist's eyes widened in bewilderment, and the bald shinigami let out a barking laugh.
"Don't let him hear you call him Shirou-chan – he'll probably rip your head from your body and kill you when you reach Soul Society." Ikkaku joked, shaking his head.
"Ikkaku…" Yumichika spoke warningly, his sickeningly sweet smile still fixated in place.
"Hm?" Ikkaku responded absently, glancing up at the sky.
"I suggest you watch your tongue, Madarame-san." A chilling voice causing goose bumps to crawl up the shinigami's arms, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"A-Ah! Hitsugaya-t-taichou…" Ikkaku turned around, meeting the hardened gaze of the white-haired boy. Ichigo was limping along, quite a few metres behind the miniature taichou, his face twisted into a look of pain.
"I'm sorry for my comments." Ikkaku swallowed dryly, noting Ichigo's expression – it was a clear warning not to mess with the small taichou.
"Watch your tongue next time, Madarame-san." Hitsugaya responded coldly, before brushing silently past the pair.
"Hitsugaya-taichou." Yumichika bowed his head in respect as the frosty boy passed him.
"Good day to you, Ayasegawa-san." Came the short response. Hitsugaya ignored Fai and Kurogane entirely – he did not have time to deal with a bouncy, blonde twit or a raven-haired ninja in serious need of some anger management classes. Syaoran and Sakura were both wringing their hands despairingly – everyone here seemed to have some sort of temper problem…
Or, in Urahara's case, a problem with mental sanity.
"Bye bye, Shirou-chan!" Fai waved cheerily after the irritable taichou. Said boy's head snapped around, and he cast an angered glare at the blonde.
"Stop calling me that." Hitsugaya ground out, forcing himself to remain where he was instead of strangling Fai where he stood.
"O-Oi, Ikkaku, Yumichika." The bald male turned his head away from the argument going on just a short distance away to glance at his friend.
"Ah, Ichigo – you look worse for the wear." Ikkaku chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head as the orange-haired boy panted, regaining his breath from limping in pain.
"What happened? Did the little Strawberry stub his toe?" Ichigo glowered balefully at the bald shinigami, before growling darkly.
"No. He has a stick jammed up his ass. He overreacts to even the littlest things! Toushirou-"
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou, Kurosaki!"
"See?!" Ichigo's voice took on a slightly pleading tone, and Yumichika watched him in an almost bland way.
"How pitiful. It's not beautiful at all." He sighed wistfully, gaining a pointed glare from his friend.
"Ah, would you quit it with that stuff already?! People in this world look at us like we've lost our minds!" Ikkaku barked.
"'Us'?" Yumichika quirked an eyebrow, his smile widening slightly at the pluralized pronoun.
"Yes – they look at me odd because I hang around you." The bald male grumbled in annoyance.
"Aw, is the cue ball embarrassed?" 'Strawberry's' voice teased. A vein pulsed angrily on Ikkaku's head, and he glanced at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye.
"What did you say, Strawberry?"
"I called you a cue ball." Ichigo snickered, bringing a small laugh from Yumichika.
Fai was watching the three intently, with that fake smile plastered on his face – as always – and was clearly enjoying the bickering. Kurogane, on the other hand, was staring at them like they had each sprouted a tail and two more heads.
Hitsugaya had his arms crossed over the black polo shirt he was wearing, and his cerulean eyes were emotionless as he gazed at the exchange of pitiful insults.
"What the Hell, Strawberry?!"
"You heard what I said, ojiisan."
"You should learn some respect for those who are older than you!"
"I'll respect those that respect me!"
"Hah! Then you should gain respect, kid!"
"At least I am a kid, and not some old, creepy bald guy, O Mighty Bald One!"
"You're taking it too far, you wuss!"
"Now I'm a wuss? You were too scared of Toushirou to let your little joke stand!" Ichigo laughed. Suddenly, a hand was pressed to the back of both Ikkaku's and Ichigo's head, and smashed them together. Both shinigamis let out a shout of pain before slumping to the ground, heads throbbing in unison with large red marks on their foreheads where their skulls had collided.
"I've had enough of your squabbling. And, Kurosaki, as far as I recall… You apologized profusely for insulting me when we were at Urahara-san's shoten." Hitsugaya quirked a white eyebrow in a contradicting manner, causing Ichigo's cheeks to flush a delicate shade of pink from embarrassment. This brought out a bout of strained laugher from the bald shinigami on the ground nearby.
"You look like Kuchiki-taichou's sakura petals."
"Oh shut it, Pachinko head."
"Come on, Kurosaki. Get up." Hitsugaya nudged Ichigo – not very gently, mind you – in the side of his rib cage with a foot, causing the orange-haired teen to mumble profanities incoherently as he forced himself to his feet, rubbing his injured forehead with a tentative hand.
"Wai wai, Shirou-chan is so cruel! Just like Kuro-wanwan!" Fai skipped over to the bald man – still prostrated on the ground in pain – and crouched down, tapping him repeatedly on the back of his bald head.
"It's Kurogane!" The ninja stared balefully down at Sakura and Syaoran, as if daring them to say anything. When they remained silent, he glanced around and picked one random street from the intersection, and stomped off. The children panicked, glancing back at their blonde friend – who was still bothering Ikkaku – before scurrying like mice after their ninja friend.
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou!" The white-haired taichou snarled in fury, before storming off towards Ichigo's house. Defeated, the orange-haired shinigami followed him, but as he passed by Fai, he bent down ever-so-slightly. Ikkaku scrambled away from the pair, latching onto Yumichika's proffered hand and pulling himself to his feet. The two of them waved briefly at Fai and Ichigo before starting off in the direction of Keigo's home.
"I'm used to his bouts of anger – but, if you're not careful… You could end up missing some very vital parts." Fai's mismatched eyes blinked after a moment in careful understanding, and he giggled nervously.
"Oh… So he's threatened you with that? Kuro-puu just threatened to cut my head off."
"Toushirou never threatens to decapitate you – it's always more painful threats, ones that you usually won't die from, and therefore suffer agony…" Ichigo's tone became thoughtful as his voice drifted off into silence, and he stared after the enraged taichou. His ochre eyes softened considerably, but he was brought back to reality when Fai gasped.
"… You like Shirou-chan, don't you?" Ichigo's eyes widened in shock, and a bead of sweat rolled down his face.
"I… Uh… Well…"
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me, Ichigo-kun." Fai winked at the orange-haired substitute shinigami, gaining himself a confused gaze.
"Do you like anyone, Fai-san?"
"Actually… Hyuu, take a wild guess!" The blonde grinned amiably, his gaze following after his friends.
"… Do you like the man in black?! Kurogane-san? But… You always annoy him, and it doesn't seem like you two get along!" Ichigo whispered in an almost urgent tone of voice, his chocolate-coloured eyes widening even further.
"Point one for Ichigo-kun!" Fai sang brightly, before he sighed slightly.
"Yes, I do like Kuro-sama. I don't know if he can tell." Fai shook his head sadly.
"I don't know if Toushirou can tell." Ichigo's head bowed forward.
"He's just so dense!" Both males spoke up at the same time. They stared at each other, before twin smirks crept onto their faces, lighting them up maliciously.
"Well well well, Ichigo-kun. What say we assist each other in our… Endeavours?" The blonde's gaze now moved to the retreating form of Hitsugaya.
"I think I know where you're going with this. And I agree – it's a good idea." Ichigo responded, his ochre gaze moving to stare after the hulking form of the ever-so-loveable ninja.
Fai opened his mouth to add something to their whispered conversation, when both males stopped and turned to glare at the two hanging behind.
"Oi – mage, hurry up!" Kurogane yelled in a clear show of irritation.
"Kurosaki, get a move on!" Hitsugaya snapped – his voice was softer than the ninja's, but it carried clearly through the air to Ichigo's ears.
"We're returning to Kisuke-san's shoten at six o'clock for dinner." The two males straightened up, and Fai smiled secretively.
"Alright. I might show up to speak with you, then." Ichigo replied, before running – well, walking as fast as he could with his painful limping still in place – after the white-haired taichou.
"Bye bye, Ichigo-kun!" Fai called out after the boy. Once he had almost caught up with the temperamental Hitsugaya, the magician turned towards his own group of friends, and decided he hadn't embarrassed Kurogane enough yet.
"Oh Kuro-daddy!"
"It's Kurogane!"
"Of course, Kuro-min. Come give mommy a hug, daddy!" Fai then shot towards the bewildered ninja, throwing his arms around the ninja's shoulders as he tackled him.
"Get off of me, stupid mage!"
"Aw, but Kuro-wan's so warm!" Fai shrieked with laughter, before finally releasing the fuming ninja and running off down the street, passing the walking forms of Syaoran and Sakura.
Ginryuu's blade gleamed in the light of the sun as it was sent flying in the direction of the blonde magician, who squealed with delight at the daily chase.
'So dense… Ichigo-kun, we're quite alike. They might never realize what is actually right in front of them.'