What Sets Us Apart
Chapter Six - Forbidden
Author's Note: Sixth Chapter up! Enjoy After this Fanfiction, I'm gonna be working on a different anime for a while…D.Gray-man. I recommend all to check this awesome anime/manga out!
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It poured outside, and Inori found the day quite gloomy. Especially ever since his majesty returned from the dead. What was the chance? A dead king returning to his throne. He never knew such things could happen, and so he truly believed that right now. It was a dream. A strange fluffy dream that seemed so real he could feel it.
"Snap out of it, Inori!" Karin threw her rod at him. It was customary for the Kurosaki dynasty to sit upon the throne with at least a staff or some sort. And plus, Karin found it quite flashy wielding such a…magnificent golden pole. "Listen to Nee-sama." She retorted as the boy rubbed the back of his head while cursing.
"I'll be out for several days." Ichigo replied casually. "I will return by the end of this week. Any concerns?" He asked gazing at the group of people. No one spoke up. If someone had, nothing would have changed any way. Inori saw his father's shadow and it quickly disappeared through the vast hallways. Something seemed strange.
"What's up with you?" Karin growled childishly knocking Inori on the head. The boy groaned, why should they treat him like this? He was the majesty's son anyway! "Worried?" She asked making a taunting face. Inori pulled away from her and looked away. "Don't worry. Brother won't do anything so stupid…I hope." She snickered. Inori sighed.
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Two will rise from the ashes. One true blood will live. The others will disappear. Many sacrifices will be made. Many will give and not obtain. Kingdoms will be surrounded by flying flames. Once again. An event from before will occur like it hadn't.
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He walked through the small pathway in which Rukia's grave had been carefully placed. It was housed in a small but delicate porcelain shrine. He stared at the path with intense concentration. It was important for him not to be heard by anyone. Especially Yoruichi and Urahara. He knew those two too well. Jeez! Why'd they have to put your shrine ALL THE WAY up there? Ichigo complained mentally and trudged forth.
Moments later he reached his destination and found the small white house keeping a porcelain vase in a glassed container. "Heh…so much protection…" Ichigo grumbled sarcastically and walked forward. The trees' leaves rustled as he walked silently towards the ashes.
"What are you doing?" A voice timid but held lots of confidence rung from behind him. Ichigo turned around finding Unohana standing near the steps that he had passed by. A smirk escaped his lips as he found her, and only her to be the threat to his step. "Ichigo-sama?" Unohana asked gazing at his mysterious eyes.
"I'm doing what has been done to me. That's all." He replied simply and shrugged. A sigh was heard, and he could feel her warmth getting closer. She came close to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't." She commanded in a soft voice. He clenched his fists, wanting to punch anything, anyone! Why couldn't he do this?
"It's because…this is a forbidden art…Kurosaki-sama." A voice chimed and he stared from above. Urahara sat peacefully on the edge of Rukia's shrine. He was chewing on a piece of straw that he had obtained while doing barn duty.
"Who cares? I can do whatever I want." The king exclaimed and slapped Unohana's hand away from him. The doctor just stood there as she gazed at her majesty stepping towards the passageway.
"Even nobility aren't allowed to do such performance." Another voice replied gravely. Ichigo turned to his left and found Yoruichi perched on a tree branch staring at him with an intense glare. "You should know that…" She grumbled running her hand through her dark hair. "After all…wasn't your father who taught you not to do this?" She asked, bugging him.
He grunted. "So what?" Ichigo barked. "That geezer's gone! So I can do whatever I please." He stated and passed Urahara.
It was then all of a sudden that Urahara, Yoruichi, and Unohana grabbed Ichigo and placed him down neatly and harmlessly as they could. He barked on and complained to let him go. Just like a small child. "Seriously. You should know what it will do to this world!" Yoruichi snapped and bent his elbow. He turned red with hurt and anger.
"The world will turn into chaos." Urahara added. "Once other countries learn that a king has done resurrection. They would want to do the same too…" He grumbled. "And we don't know WHAT they will do with those people…especially when they can use the other forbidden technique since there are obviously no rules anymore."
"What the hell?" Ichigo shrugged them off and patted the dust off of his kimono. He stared at the three who seemed ready to attack him any time. "ALL I want to do is see her again." He responded with irritation. Yoruichi crossed her arms while the other two guardians looked away.
"You'll have to deal with being lonely." She painfully jabbed and stood in front of the passage. "We won't let you near her shrine, until you've finally got some sense in you." With that she sent him off. Nothing much to do since he would get beaten up again. Ichigo groaned miserably and traveled back.
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"Hmmm…I see now…" Ulquiorra smiled quietly. He had been gazing at the whole commotion for some time now, and he finally realized the second process. "Grimmjaw!" The man shouted, and the muscular maniac arrived with a bored expression stamped on his face. "I'd like you to do a favor for Kurosaki-kun." Ulquiorra commanded and pointed at the left wing exit. "Go." He replied.
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Grimmjaw couldn't believe what he had heard. "HE'S telling ME what to do?" He gritted his teeth angrily as he reluctantly traveled through the small forest. "It's gonna take me DAYS to go there!" He muttered, but a smile formed on his lips as he dashed towards the pebbled roads. "Heh. But it won't take me long, after Ulquiorra resurrects my strength." He shrugged a little happily and started walking.
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It was midnight and Inori had found his father angrily barging into the common area. He was clearly upset and somewhat…crazy. Ichigo was kicking waiters and pushing maids aside as he stomped towards his room. "Wow…he's just like a child…" Inori huffed and stared at the chandelier that hung over him. It was really pretty to look at. So the seventeenth step on the third story of the kingdom was his favorite spot.
"Who are you calling a child?"
Inori turned around and found Yuzu smiling kindly at him. He hadn't seen her for a long time and it was unusual for her to show up at this time of day. "Father…" He replied uncomfortably. He never thought of using that word. Especially since he had lived without one for fifteen years.
"Yes…Brother is always like that…" Yuzu whispered as she heard the door slam. Inori sighed.
"He's always…so mean." Inori dug his head deeply against his arms. Yuzu smiled gently.
"Heh. Well that's one characteristic you didn't get from your biological parents." Yuzu replied. "Rukia-san, was kind…once in a while…however I think you retrieved this personality from Unohana-san." She giggled.
"Why are you laughing? Isn't that good?" Inori asked looking into her eyes. Yuzu stretched her legs on the carpet floor, in a rude like fashion.
"Of course it is." She responded and ran her soft milky hands through her light hair. "It's just…I never thought that Ichigo would have a son opposite from him." She added and yawned quietly, while apologizing. Inori blinked.
"Am I really unlike him?" The boy crawled towards his aunt as he saw her gazing at the chandelier as well.
"In many ways." She whispered. "However…you still have brother and Rukia-san's temper."
The clock chimed one o' clock.
"It's time to go to bed." Yuzu sighed and got up lending her hand out. Inori gratefully took it and stood up as well. "Well goodnight!" She hollered as they turned away from each other. Inori smiled and left to go to his room.
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"And that's how it is." Grimmjaw smiled as he past the first of four gates towards the kingdom. "Heh. I didn't expect to get here so quickly." He shrugged and continued walking lazily. "Resurrection…Resurrection…" He hummed and swung his bloodied sword around.