ah... finally, i get this updated *sigh*
im sorry for the excruciatingly slow update T.T
thankyou so much for the reviews . and i would like to thank you for anyone that actually bearing with me this far... and for being patient from all this time... -_-'
ah well, cant really help it since i was distracted by someone called kurosaki miki in digimon savers and got my brain full of making a BLEACH/DIGIMON crossover... which is rather embarrassing...
how could they have the same name .'
DISCLAIMER: I did not own bleach. If i was, i would still be able to draw despite stopping to do so for the whole two moths T.T
Chapter 8, All of That Confusion
Ichiru froze, his muscles won't work for him as the shock of the sudden revelation dawned on him. His body trembled from the shock, his body started to run cold with every attempt on processing the newly gained information. He sat silently on the concrete floor with both of his arms supporting him, His mind was reeling as he tried to make sense of this situation.
"Yagari Ichiru, who in the world are you?"
That one question kept repeating over and over in his mind like a broken tape, keeping his mind on the edge. The harder he thought about it, the more it didn't make any sense. Rukia has given him a crash course on Shinigami earlier that morning, that Shinigami comes from the realm of the dead. Soul society as she called it. And that they were some kind of military group called the gotei 13 and was ranked by captain, vice captain, seated officer, and the unseated ones.
But if what the Quincy said was true.. Then... Does that mean he was dead already?
That cant be, the very thought of him being dead is simply impossible. After all, how can someone that was dead still living on this realm, doing day to day jobs and pretty much alive? Ridiculous. He can't be dead, he is alive, for 17 years now.. Well, something around it anyway, since no one really knows at how old he is... They found him one day and put him on an orphanage, and that's pretty much it.
Despite his unusual childhood, Ichiru was sure he is normal, living and breathing student with orange hair.
But now.. He is not so sure any longer...
"Who am I?"
He never thought that he would be mulling over the famous psychology question that only the most troubled ones could ever think of asking themelf. Personally, he thought the question was stupid. Why the hell are people asking about who they are? The answer is simple, I am me, this is me, there is no other answer to that. Who knows better about yourself than yourself right? Except, maybe when someone lose their memories or something..
Or in his case, just found out that he isn't that much of a 'normal human'. Apparently, he is an afterlife military solider, Shinigami, a death god.
However, it was utterly impossible as he has been living as a normal human for the rest of his life. So how can it be? Since when?
Again, his mind gone down to another 'looping of thoughts' as he was desperately searching for an answer.
Ichiru simply wanted to believe that any of these isn't true, what that Quincy was saying is just a lie. But then, the soulless body, his soulless body that was laying uselessly in the ground has given him the reason to believe.. To believe that impossible thing the Quincy has just said.
"No answer?" Ishida voiced himself. He stepped closer to where Ichiru was, walking past his empty body "It seems I do have to force it out of you"
Upon hearing that one sentence, the other snapped back from their shock, it was replaced with fear, fear for Ichiru's safety. It's true that he is a soul reaper, but that doesn't mean he is their enemy. They had no idea what made the Quincy so.. Impulsive... They were about to advance to Ishida and demand him to stop it but Ray beat them to it. Once again, Ishida has his bow in the ready, however, he was alerted by the sudden movement coming from his right. Ray has started to move.
"Stop it!" Ray shouted, earning the eyes of all the spectators.
Ray could not stand this anymore, he has to do something to get them out of this rather dangerous situation as some spiritual archer is trying to shoot a hole trough your body. The best bet he has right now is to somehow negotiate with them. That is why he mentally slapped him self as he throw himself forward to hold the archer down. A very impulsive act, one that he has 'supposed to' not to do.
And yet here he is, holding down the hand of the archer, at least that what he wanted to do. Right before he reached him, Ishida has fired his blue arrows yet again. It whirled past his head with in several centimeters of difference. The Quincy has stopped him on his tracks once more.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" he said, coldly "I suggest that you refrain yourself, at least, until your friend decided to give us his answer"
Upon his sentence, Ichiru gave an eerie chuckle which has surprised every single one of them, including Ray. Ishida tilted his head back to where Ichiru was, looking on every inch of his gesture as he was trying to get back to his feet.
"Answer huh?" Ichiru said with a grin as he keep his head down, giving his eyes a dark shade. "You wanted to know who I am?"
A pause, everyone on the scene was observing him cautiously. He was now on his feet and he let his grin drop as he stared at them rather seriously. "To tell you the truth, I had no idea... If you think of me as a threat, I can understand" he said with a voice that was unusually carefree, however, the sharp glare and a heavy pressure that followed after that is no joke "But, if you lay a hand on my friend, I will beat you down"
Ichiru assume his fighting stance ready for a fight. Ishida was slightly baffled by the pressure he gave off. This pressure, it was the same as Kurosaki's.. Slightly different, yet alike... But he is dead, years ago, this stranger cant be him.. Then again, he should know better, Ichigo has miraculous way of reviving himself back from the dead. Heck, he even became a hollow once after he was killed by Ulquiorra, shoot right trough his heart. Even so, it was still impossible for him to be revived after he is... Turned to dust... Disintegrated by his own power for the sake of protecting the world they lived in... So what is he, how can he look so... Alike.. How can he be a soul reaper?.. Like he is..
This doesn't make any sense...
"Oh my~ looks like we have quite a situation here"
The new voice has made everyone came to a halt. Ishida was gapping as a middle aged blonde man with a green hakama walked closer to them, thrusting his trusty cane to the ground as he walked. The sound it made make the impression that he has three legs. He was shocked to the bone, so was the rest of the group. The shop keeper has made himself known.
"Urahara-San?" Ishida asked uncertainly to his un-wanted appearance.
Both Ichiru and Ray was shocked on the appearance but neither could put it to words. For Ichiru though, that green striped hat, his wooden sandal and that cane... It triggers something on his mind. He has this flash on him fighting that hat n' clogs on some barren land beneath his candy shack... His surprised face morphed back to his scowl. These snippets was rather infuriating, like he keep on getting a memory that wasn't his... He didn't really know in the world he could know about it in such detail but he just knew..
"Lower your weapons, Ishida-san" that hat n clogs said with a weirdly cheerful tone that was not suited for the current situation. Ichiru watched him intently as he brought out a fan out of nowhere "After all, attacking a defenseless man is an unworthy act of disgrace"
Once again Ishida gaped on his words "what are you talking about Urahara-San, he is a Shinigami, and on top of it, he has kept it a secret from us. Since Kuchiki-San didn't notice about him either, then it must mean that he is not coming from soul society, besides it was you that told me about this... his reiatsu... Something is off about it"
"Wait!" exclaimed Rukia, the shock was apparent on her words as she ran closer towards them. "You... Urahara... You know about this! Then why-"
"Hai... shall we stop it right here before any of you get the wrong idea?" Urahara interjects. It is not the time and place to discuss these things... "Ja... How about I'll answer your question on my shop?"
"Wait a sec, Urahara-san, don't tell me that you actually trust this gu-"
"Ishida-San, where exactly is his Zanpaktou?"
Ishida froze as he took a good look on his adversary. Urahara is right, this guy... Even though he is a Shinigami, he didn't have any Zanpaktou with him...
"Even if he is our enemy he won't give much of a threat without it"
For some reason, that one sentence has somehow given a blow in his pride. He didn't know what is this Zanpaktou all about, but he is sure as he'll that he could beat whoever that hat n clogs is bare handedly. Not to mention that these guys are speaking about him like he wasn't even there.. Who are they anyway! That's the limit of his patience.
"Argh!" he shouted, his frown goes even deeper as he stared to the hat n clogs with daggers and scissors. "Who the hell are you, talking about me like that.. No, better yet, who in the world are you guys!"
To the rest of the group, they felt that they wasn't staring at Yagari Ichiru any longer, they were looking at Kurosaki Ichigo, and an angry one at that.
Urahara sighed on the sight of his former student. Well, the one that awfully looks like him.. But it still is a wonder to him that some stranger could- anyways... He should left the thinking for later, he really need to sort out this mess first before getting any kind of information.
"You guys sure are impatient.. This isn't the place for a question and answer. Come to my place, and hopefully, we could come to terms there"
this must be the shortest chapter that i've ever written T.T
im so sorry, i guess my head just wasn't at it lately =.=
i know im having a hard time portraying urahara and ishida... my head is all messed up .
P.S: well.. fanfiction has changed a lot since the last time i updated.. and that new text box for reviews as well..
anyway, like usual i guess.. REVIEW! if you want to see more ;)