Jelly Paste Potatoe's
By: Inked
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
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Comfort
The emptiness in her heart swelled as she watched as Ichigo walked through the spiritual gate leading to the soul society. A part of her was happy for him, seventeen and honored in becoming seated Captain. She understood that where down the line Ichigo had developed the desire to become the best, because being the best means you could protect everyone. So in that aspect she understood, but standing back in the crowd that had bid him goodbye she wondered where her heart and soul went from here?
Letting the tears sip silently down her cheeks she placed her hands over her racing heart, willing it to calm. Closing her eyes she willed herself to imagination being engulfed in Ichigo's spirit power and get the mental high she always got from the feeling, however the process was broken with a feather light touch on her shoulder. Snapping her eyes open she was surprised to come eye to eye with Isshin Kurosaki, his eyes focused on the now disappearing gate and his only son.
Glancing back and forth, from father to the disappearing son she was slowly beginning to understand. Isshin Kurosaki could see the gate and the spirit of his disappearing son. Gasping in shock she watched as the elder Kurosaki-san silently began to weep, however his hand never leaving her shoulder. Nodding in the slowly dawning realization she moved closer to his side, trying to give him more strength.
It was long after the gate disappeared and people that had fought with and along side Ichigo Kurosaki had gone their separate ways leaving only three behind.
Inoune Orihime, Isshin Kursosaki, and one Kisuke Urahara.
Inoune Orihime stood between the two elders, one holding his cane with a white handed fist and the other who still had their hand on her shoulder. She was closer to the rather, trying to give as much comfort to him as he was trying to give to her. Slipping yet closer to his ridged body she sighed when their bodies finally touched and the damn broke open.
The tears flowed in a even stream from them both and the sobs they were holding in were released. To block it out she turned her head to his chest, wishing that he could quiet the sound. She was barely aware that his hand was slipping down her shoulder only to come to rest around her waist. Bringing her yet closer to him, the need to feel his pain was all that mattered. His pain was her pain and his comfort was her comfort, it was just as simple as that.
She was becoming sleepy and she knew that she would soon sleep her sorrow away, and as she felt her feet give way she felt the hands at her waist tighten. Blinking up to a dark protective glance she smiled and placed her arms around his neck. Trusting him as she had done with his son to protect her in her moment of weakness.