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Hey I Back Srry About The Wait! Really Am!

Bleach Star

Chapter Four

Inoue checked herself thoroughly in her elaborately golden framed body length mirror. She had to make sure there was no part of Sun Hime being revealed at all. She also had to be extremely careful at school, when her contact fell out that day she was sure that Ichigo noticed. She tried to fool herself that he didn't but the look on his face said something different. That look of someone finding out that she really wasn't who she said she was horrified her immensely. That day she nearly fell apart from panic, if she had calm herself she would have realized there were so many excuses she could use to explain a lost contact. However, she wasn't about to use them, she made sure every day after that to check herself every morning and every lunch at school, also any time in her spare with her compact mirror.

Matsumoto won't let her get bigger uniforms so the corner boy stalkers of K.T were always lurking around. In the presence of Rukia, Tatsuki or the guys, during her first week she realized that most of the school seems to fear them somewhat, especially Tatsuki and she was a girl.

Finally satisfied with her appearance, she picked up her bag and headed for the quaint elevator that was opposite her bedroom door. She was really beginning to wonder what was really small in the eyes of Matsumoto. Stepping in, she pushed the button that was marked with a "G" and watched at the elevator door closed showing her reflection. The one she grew so accustomed to. The one she felt was slowly taking over her real image. Inoue reached out to touch the cold steel. It was like her reflection was the real her pleading from her eyes to be set free, before…

The elevator door opened again and the real her was gone.

"Morning Hime! Lookie lookie what's for breakfast our favourite, freshly baked croissants!"

Matsumoto sat at the colourful kitchen counter with a huge mug of most likely sake, a huge croissant laden with a green paste and some magazine.

"Good Morning sis, where everybody?" Everybody was the "few" that Matsumoto hired to help out at home.

"Told them yesterday that they could have today off, of course, I ordered breakfast, too lazy to actually bake these, have to start early today hitting a store I heard just sells chocolates!"

"Wow, just chocolate!"

"Just chocolate, wanna skip and go with me today?"

Inoue smiled hugely and was just about to bolt back in the elevator, to her room and change when she remembered her first test for the semester was today. Lowering her bottom lip and quivering her eyes in disappointment she replied.

"I can't, I have a test."

"Awwwww, I'll bring back plenty for you, here sit next to me let's talk, have breakfast with you sister."

Inoue removed her silly expression quickly for two reasons; Matsumoto was bringing back PLENTY of chocolate and she said the words, "let's talk". Those words really meant, "Inoue! I have a huge bomb! CATCH!" Inoue hoped that maybe this time it wasn't anything like that but when she caught a quick glimpse outside she realized that there were no flying pigs, there weren't even birds.

She walked slowly to the fridge and brought out a juice, then went and sat next to her sister. She laden her croissant as well and bit into it.

"Talked to our manager and…. we're doing a concert here. Together!"

Inoue bit into the croissant and she looked at Matsumoto who was holding a smile that could melt the hearts of fans worldwide. The smile, however,didn't work on Inoue. Inoue took her eyes off her to look at the croissant; she couldn't help think how great they were. Matsumoto was a master at decoys.

"You said we were taking a break, sis."

"I know but a day I was shopping-"

"-and which day was that?" Inoue retorted,

"Unimportant, people keep asking about a concert together."

"Why should they? We already sang together."

"Only in the studio and that was hardly together, we were either backing up each other or singing to different songs that are just on the same cd. Come on Hime, that's not singing together. "

"I have school now, and Sun Hime has a few projects, I can't."

"We don't sing together at home either Inoue."

"You know why-"

"We have to- for her someday Inoue, we need to."

"I'm going to be late."

"Look at us."

Matsumoto slid the magazine she was looking over for her to see. It was their own copy of the latest "Bliss" that was sent to them. The same picture that Matsumoto had given to the girl that found her shoes was the cover. Inoue felt ashamed. The picture was wonderful but not real at all. They never sung together in front of an audience, ever. If she wanted the real Inoue to be her star image to perform to her fans why then was she lying to them out right in this picture.

"I'll think about it."

Inoue felt all that she studied being pushed out her mind by the conversation she had with Matsumoto. Everything was so hard. Her mother's voice was utterly amazing and she only sung to her family, she wasn't a star to the world but no doubt the moon to her family. Neither, Matsumoto or Inoue could match up to their mother on their own but together they were her voice. It was amazing.

Shaking the sad thought out her head she stepped out into to the garage, what she saw almost broke her heart in half. There was a bright orange bike with blue flowers like her hair clips. There was a cute basket at the front and a huge bow and card on the bright blue seat. Inoue went up to it and read, "Every normal gal deserves a bike! Ride!" Smiling, she gently took the card and bow off, laid it aside and swung her leg over it. She sat and bounced on it lightly, it was perfect, just perfect.

"Open!"

The garage door which was operated by the voice did just as it was commanded to do revealing a glorious morning in the process. Stepping on the pedal Inoue was out in the morning leaving her thoughts back in the garage.

Ichigo stopped by the lake like he always did on the way to school. This morning he decided to ride his bike since he wasn't in the mood of walking and he had not used it for a while. Some mornings he would stare at the water others he would stare at the sky. This morning it was the water. It took her, she let it took her instead of him and he could never come to terms with it. Why live if she wasn't going to be around? It was such a selfish thought but as much as Yuzu and Karin needed him, he would rather be with her.

He never did talk to anyone about it. His father prove himself quite unstable to offer any advice and his sisters need to talk to him instead. He couldn't burden them with his feelings. They were so dark and he knew he'll hurt them. And his friends would never believe that deep down inside this was really how he felt. They would never recognize him and act differently to help him, but no one could help him and he needed them normal. That normalcy brought him through the day. He will smile and laugh and act along with them but when he was here and alone in his room he would live in the past and cry on the inside.

"Morning."

Broken softly out of his trance, Ichigo turned with a scold on his face to the person who did it. He tried to transform it into a sound of decently when he saw her scare face but it was too late, she already regretted trying to greet him. He hadn't expected the person to be Inoue, the new girl. She was definitely nerved by him it showed in the way she clutched the handle of her bright bike.

"Morning." He knew it was flat but he could not help it.

Now, there was a totally uncomfortable silence which Ichigo knew was his fault but he so sad, angry and wedged in the past at the moment that he wanted to die right there.

"It is truly pretty out here!"

As she said those words and smiled there was gentle gust of wind that stirred up her orderly black bob. Looking around, Ichigo felt like this was the first time he had been there. The flowers swayed in the same gentle breeze, the birds whistled and the water so calm meet with the light morning sun rays. Just for a minute, a whole new perception of the lake came to him. It was beautiful, innocent and pure. Just a scene that a painter would love to copy. Just truly pretty.

"Yea it is."

Hi! I'm back so sorry for being so very late. I had a very busy summer and I still had a lot to do so I could not focus on the story ( was lazy at some moments I would admit) but I'll try to update in a orderly manner.