He Who Protects
"Okaa-san! We're going to school!" Yuzu yelled. Both daughters looked at their mother with worry. Ever since morning, she had been staring into space like the day their brother died. They remembered that the air around her was tensed and pressured them to cry. It was almost impossible to get her to talk.
But it didn't stop Yuzu from trying. She continued telling her mother about happy things and how life is wonderful. Soon after, her twin Karin pushed her out of the house, leaving only their mother in the kitchen by herself in silence.
"Karin," her sister opposed in a soft voice.
"Shh. Okaa-san needs her space. It only been a few days since the anniversary and she's already seeing visions of him," she whispered back. Her voice had the tone that scared Yuzu. It mean and nasty, and it didn't sound like her sister at all.
Yuzu watched as here sister walked away from the clinic in anger and frustration. She took another glance at the doors and ran after her. While running, she could hear that Karin was muttering something about their brother.
"When I see him in the afterlife, I'm going kill him. It's his fault that Okaa-san is like this," she muttered, tears starting to form. Yuzu reached out to comfort her, but the soccer athlete ran away before she could touch her, leaving the poor defenseless Yuzu alone on the streets.
"Karin," she whispered as she cried. Her legs failed her as she fell alone on the road where she cried. No one heard at single sound she made while doing so. It must have been at least five minutes before a hand reached out to help her.
"Hey, are you okay?" a stern voice asked. Through her teary eyes, she could make out the uniform was from the high school for the boys. A back pack was slung over his shoulders . He was tall and looked like a gang member. But to Yuzu, he seemed kind and friendly with a sense of trust.
She dried out her eyes with a tissue the stranger gave her and stood up, gathering her stuff she dropped on the ground, still not seeing the man's face. She knew it wasn't anyone she knew of. Before she could introduce herself, the stranger was preparing to leave.
"Excuse me, who are you? I'm Yuzu Kurosaki. If you're going to the high school, you're late and going to wrong way!" she called out. The man froze at the sound of her last name.
He looked back and she gasped at the face that was looking at her.
It was their long known dead brother: Ichigo Kurosaki.
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How he gotten into this mess, he'll never know. He was only going to school, like any other Japaneses student should, and the moment he entered the building, he was suspended for bleaching his hair to a repulsive color. It wasn't like he actually liked school, he just didn't like being stereotyped as a gang member.
He felt uncomfortable in his gigai that Hats and Clogs gave him. He only told him that it was free of charge and it hid his reiatsu as well. If only if it felt like a real body, not like a rubber suit! He walked a bit crooked to the candy shop. Ichigo wanted the gigai Soul Society had given him. It felt much more comfortable than the one Hats and Clogs gave him.
It would have been a trip with out distraction if it weren't for a girl crying alone on the streets. He couldn't resist helping her. She reminded him of his younger sister when he was still alive. The lieutenant asked if she was okay and offered to help pick up her books and walked away without his face being seen.
'Maybe I'll visit the clinic after I get my gigai back,' he thought. He shook his mind at the thought. Everyone knows he's dead. It wouldn't be good if they thought he was revived from the dead. It would only add to the pile of rumors added to his name. Besides, he was strictly ordered not to show anyone his true identity to anyone. It was rare for someone who had just recently died to come back to the world of the living
"Excuse me, who are you?" she asked. He continued walking.
"I'm Yuzu Kurosaki." he stopped and turned around.
"If you're going to the high school, you're late and going the wrong way!" He heard a sharp gasp and didn't expect what was going to happen next. She ran up to him with her arms spread out, tears starting to come out. She hugged him. He didn't know what to do. He was fifteen and didn't know what to do.
"Ichi-nii. Ichi-nii, you came back! I knew you would someday!" she whispered in between sobs. He comforted her as she cried. The two must have looked odd to people, but both didn't care. Yuzu continued to cry, and Ichigo remained strong and comforted his little sister as if he's been doing it for years. Her books were scattered again and his uniform was wet, but the two siblings were reunited and that was all that mattered.
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"Why did you send him out to school? He only just arrived in the world of the living" a raven haired girl asked. The manager was staring out to the street of his shop. The officer scoffed at his lack of answers and went back into her room in the shop.
A smile crept out from Kisuke's stoic mask. The fan was risen as it showed. His eyes were covered by his hat's shadow as he felt the lieutenant's reiastu spike. His plan had actually worked.