CHAPTER 2: ALICE?
"Italian" = thinking
Italian= time/situation.
(disclaimer: i donot own bleach. Kubo Tite does.
i do own my OC though.)
A five-year-old girl stood right below him staring at his face expressionlessly. She was tiny; she had silver shoulder length hair and a pair of innocent brown eyes. She wore a maroon frilly dress with a small hat on her head. Ichigo kept staring at her until he realized that she'd get scared if he kept staring.
A few hours later .Ichigo sat on the sofa right across her. She held the cup of orange juice Ichigo gave to her an hour ago. "Talk you damn midget you're giving me creeps! Talk…. Never mind I'll talk." He thought as he stared at her and she stared back. He cleared his throat "Uh… hey I'm Ichigo and I'm seventeen years old. Tell me your name?" he managed a gentle smile. "No answer?!". "My name is Alice. I am five years old." The girl replied still expressionless.
"So you can tell me what happened?" Ichigo asked nicely. "Uncle Isshine said that I could stay here since mummy and daddy are no longer in this world." "She's still expression less!?"
A few more hours later.
"Um are you hungry?"
"No."
"Do you want cake?"
"No."
"Do you wanna watch TV?"
"No."
"Why did my dad call you neko niko?"
"I don't know."
"I think Alice is a cute name."
Silence.
Ichigo walked out of the lounge and went up to his room. He picked up his favorite childhood book and went down stairs. "Here read this book I'll be back in awhile." He walked out of the house.
