WARNING: Slightly boring Author s Note: I know these names are familiar. This story takes place about 200 or so years after BLEACH. Story is still based in Karakura town. Sorry for misspellings and any improper facts about Japanese Law, since I don t live in Japan DISCLAIMER: TITE KUBO OWNS BLEACH! I MAKE NO MONEY BY WRITING THIS, ETC. _
Sage usually didn t mind long boring classes, but today he was in agony after what seemed to be eons of introductions, long-winded speeches, and meaningless pre-knowledge tests. Sage was itching for a fight. After leaving the front gate, he regained focus, but only so he could beat Jak Ikasoruk to a pulp. Much to Sage s regret, May turned out to live to doors down from him. Sage didn t want her to see the part of him that enjoyed fighting and violence. Oddly, Jak never showed his face, but Sage still got the feeling he was being followed. Before Sage could drop off May at her house, she shocked him. Your eyes are still a cute shade of green, did you know that? she giggled as Sage blushed but she nearly collapsed when Sage put an arm around her shoulder. Unfortunately, mays house was only a few seconds way. Sage waved good bye at the gate and watched as she walked in, her hips swaying. Shaking himself, Sage continued home Sage took the back alley home. Along the way, he hid in a gap between pillars and waited for the person following him to catch up. A weird cosplayer (at least that s what Sage thought they were called) in a white Japanese robe and bone looking partial samurai helm on his head passed him, but no one he knew showed up. Continuing home, Sage walked into his kitchen To find his uncle and that strange cosplayer at the table.
Frozen in shock, Sage dropped his school bag with a loud thump. His uncle looked up and smiled at Sage, pretending that a strange man wasn t in the house. You want Dinner? asked sage s uncle, who was still wearing his doctor s coat, was tall. His quick fingers allowed him to do his work with surgical precision. His hair was as a decidedly odd strawberry blond. Sage s uncle told Sage to call him Ichigo, even though they looked nothing alike. Sage honestly doubted they were related. Who s he? said Sage as he took some pizza from the box on the counter. Grabbing a plate, Sage sat across from this stranger. Sage looked at him carefully. Disregarding the odd bone headpiece, Sage schooled his emotions and studied the man s other features. He was pale skinned & had green tear mark tattoos on his face. What shocked Sage behind his carefully schooled expression was that the man had a HOLE in his chest! Then Sage looked the man in the eye. The eyes were Pale green. Just like his.
Sage, this may come as a shock but this is your long dead, many-greats grandfather. Sage looked at Ichigo. His face was serious. He wasn t joking or kidding or lying to him, Ichigo was telling the honest to goodness truth.
Does this mean I can see the dead or something? Sage asked quietly. Memories flashed through his head. The night his mother died a man in a black Kamino attacked a masked creature of nightmare. The creature launched fireballs to ward off the man. Two years later, a crowd of people were wearing chains on their chests, but no one seemed to see them. There were other times, but Ichigo nodded in response to Sage s question. Sage wanted to just leave and say he knew it all along, but couldn t, because the man addressed him.
I am Ulqiorra Schiffer, your ancestor, el cuarta Espada, underling of the Great Ichigo Kurosaki. Sage s eyes snapped to Ichigo, who was glaring at Ulqiorra. So Ichigo s not really related to me not surprising but good to know. Sage s thoughts didn t show on his face, but sage was full of questions. He decided to hold off for the time being, seeing Ichigo enraged would be a laugh, but not if the rage was directed at him. Sage there s someone I want you to meet. His name is Kiske Urahara; he runs a local candy store. Sage could feel the undeniable rage emanating off of Ulquiorra at the sound of this Kiske Urahara . Apparently they had a long history.
When? Sage was in shock, and he knew it. He nonchalantly took a bite of pizza and tried to act relatively normal. The events of the day were piling up and Sage needed a minute to think. He glanced at Ichigo, who was grinning ear to ear, and asked does the name Ikasoruk mean anything to you? the grin was replaced by a knowing scowl. How do you know that name? Ichigo asked darkly. Sage knew he had crossed the hypothetical line. Sage s mind worked in overdrive trying to connect Jak to Ichigo There s a jackass at school. That s his name. Sage s mind was still reeling to connect the dots. Ulquiorra had left while Ichigo s attention was on Sage, who thought that was a genius move on his ancestor s part. Ichigo suddenly stormed out the door, leaving Sage to entertain his own thoughts for a while. Realizing he was off the hook, Sage quickly devoured the now cold pizza and ran up to his room, which thankfully was easy to lock from the inside. Plugging in his cell phone, Sage threw off his shirt and stretched out on his bed. The bed was situated across the room from a small patio, barely big enough to stand on. Still the view was nice and it was warm, despite the incessant winds. Sage saw Ichigo storm off towards the edge of town, which wasn t in itself wasn t unusual since any time was remotely angered he would head out. What caught Sage s eye was May, who was walking up the street towards his house. Sage couldn t tear his eyes away from the beautifully shaped teen as she walked right up to his virtually empty house, and rang the doorbell.
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Sage usually didn t mind long boring classes, but today he was in agony after what seemed to be eons of introductions, long-winded speeches, and meaningless pre-knowledge tests. Sage was itching for a fight. After leaving the front gate, he regained focus, but only so he could beat Jak Ikasoruk to a pulp. Much to Sage s regret, May turned out to live to doors down from him. Sage didn t want her to see the part of him that enjoyed fighting and violence. Oddly, Jak never showed his face, but Sage still got the feeling he was being followed. Before Sage could drop off May at her house, she shocked him. Your eyes are still a cute shade of green, did you know that? she giggled as Sage blushed but she nearly collapsed when Sage put an arm around her shoulder. Unfortunately, mays house was only a few seconds way. Sage waved good bye at the gate and watched as she walked in, her hips swaying. Shaking himself, Sage continued home Sage took the back alley home. Along the way, he hid in a gap between pillars and waited for the person following him to catch up. A weird cosplayer (at least that s what Sage thought they were called) in a white Japanese robe and bone looking partial samurai helm on his head passed him, but no one he knew showed up. Continuing home, Sage walked into his kitchen To find his uncle and that strange cosplayer at the table.
Frozen in shock, Sage dropped his school bag with a loud thump. His uncle looked up and smiled at Sage, pretending that a strange man wasn t in the house. You want Dinner? asked sage s uncle, who was still wearing his doctor s coat, was tall. His quick fingers allowed him to do his work with surgical precision. His hair was as a decidedly odd strawberry blond. Sage s uncle told Sage to call him Ichigo, even though they looked nothing alike. Sage honestly doubted they were related. Who s he? said Sage as he took some pizza from the box on the counter. Grabbing a plate, Sage sat across from this stranger. Sage looked at him carefully. Disregarding the odd bone headpiece, Sage schooled his emotions and studied the man s other features. He was pale skinned & had green tear mark tattoos on his face. What shocked Sage behind his carefully schooled expression was that the man had a HOLE in his chest! Then Sage looked the man in the eye. The eyes were Pale green. Just like his.
Sage, this may come as a shock but this is your long dead, many-greats grandfather. Sage looked at Ichigo. His face was serious. He wasn t joking or kidding or lying to him, Ichigo was telling the honest to goodness truth.
Does this mean I can see the dead or something? Sage asked quietly. Memories flashed through his head. The night his mother died a man in a black Kamino attacked a masked creature of nightmare. The creature launched fireballs to ward off the man. Two years later, a crowd of people were wearing chains on their chests, but no one seemed to see them. There were other times, but Ichigo nodded in response to Sage s question. Sage wanted to just leave and say he knew it all along, but couldn t, because the man addressed him.
I am Ulqiorra Schiffer, your ancestor, el cuarta Espada, underling of the Great Ichigo Kurosaki. Sage s eyes snapped to Ichigo, who was glaring at Ulqiorra. So Ichigo s not really related to me not surprising but good to know. Sage s thoughts didn t show on his face, but sage was full of questions. He decided to hold off for the time being, seeing Ichigo enraged would be a laugh, but not if the rage was directed at him. Sage there s someone I want you to meet. His name is Kiske Urahara; he runs a local candy store. Sage could feel the undeniable rage emanating off of Ulquiorra at the sound of this Kiske Urahara . Apparently they had a long history.
When? Sage was in shock, and he knew it. He nonchalantly took a bite of pizza and tried to act relatively normal. The events of the day were piling up and Sage needed a minute to think. He glanced at Ichigo, who was grinning ear to ear, and asked does the name Ikasoruk mean anything to you? the grin was replaced by a knowing scowl. How do you know that name? Ichigo asked darkly. Sage knew he had crossed the hypothetical line. Sage s mind worked in overdrive trying to connect Jak to Ichigo There s a jackass at school. That s his name. Sage s mind was still reeling to connect the dots. Ulquiorra had left while Ichigo s attention was on Sage, who thought that was a genius move on his ancestor s part. Ichigo suddenly stormed out the door, leaving Sage to entertain his own thoughts for a while. Realizing he was off the hook, Sage quickly devoured the now cold pizza and ran up to his room, which thankfully was easy to lock from the inside. Plugging in his cell phone, Sage threw off his shirt and stretched out on his bed. The bed was situated across the room from a small patio, barely big enough to stand on. Still the view was nice and it was warm, despite the incessant winds. Sage saw Ichigo storm off towards the edge of town, which wasn t in itself wasn t unusual since any time was remotely angered he would head out. What caught Sage s eye was May, who was walking up the street towards his house. Sage couldn t tear his eyes away from the beautifully shaped teen as she walked right up to his virtually empty house, and rang the doorbell.
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