A/N: I just want to clarify that the manga never told us where Mashiro went after Ichigo got his powers back. I'm assuming she's in Soul Society because when Lisa and Hiyori were coming back from the public bath in Chapter 481, Mashiro was never included in the group. Hehe, just want to let you all know! Anyways, enjoy!
Yadomaru Lisa
His name's Kurosaki Ichigo. He thinks I'm a "pervert."
Who's not to be curious at such a young age? I've been told once that curiosity's a healthy concept for the mind, and so, I stuck to it. I found myself exploring new things, and I strangely found myself liking them. New exploits, new tastes, new fashion—I always try to revamp my daily experience by adding a twist to it. That's one definition of "curiosity." But the other definition? Kurosaki scorns me for it. He's got no imagination, that bastard.
When our group broke up after the Winter War—Shinji, Rose, Kensei, and unconditionally, Mashiro, leaving to Soul Society to repossess their positions—that left Hiyori, Love, Hachi, and I hanging around the Human World, living life as it was for the past one hundred years. Who knows? Maybe we'll drop by America again and fight in another war like we did in '40's. Flying a plane over the Pacific on a dead-set rescue mission, trying to avoid kamikazes, did beat watching these Japanese civilians getting brainwashed by Hirohito. Not to mention that a just cause is a good thing to have once in a while. And let's not forget those American GIs, who were honestly quite fun.
But aside that, half of us are gone, leaving the other half of us with nothing to do. Love was the one who suggested we visit Ichigo.
"Why?" Hiyori spat, slamming down her enormous bowl of noodles on the table, splattering soup all over Hachi's new suit. She waved off an apology as he shuffled to his room to change. "He's got no more spiritual power, so he'll be damned depressed if he sees us again. We ain't bastards like that."
"Well, I was thinking just the opposite," Love said slowly. "If he pay him a visit, unlike the Shinigami, who've practically ignored him, I was thinking he'd get some closure."
"Closure?" I said, dipping my spoon deep under the surface of Hiyori's chicken broth soup.
We had nothing better to do, so Love and I took a stroll by the Kurosaki Clinic, leaving a griping Hiyori at home with Hachi to help with the laundry. It was a bright morning, and we saw some kids getting ready for school, their backpacks hiked up smartly, looking somehow bright in their dreary uniforms. Ichigo was walking out the front door by the time we got there, his bag slung over his shoulder lethargically. His two sisters leaped out after him, bickering about something, and he swung around to smooth out their argument.
I stopped Love, pulling him beside the curb. "Let's just watch for now."
Sure, it felt creepy, spying on the life of our old friend, but my mind drew back to Hiyori's words. Talk about a spur-of-the-moment spark of wisdom from her. Despite executing it in her typical manner, Hiyori's meant well. We watched Ichigo look up at the sky with a forlorn expression in his eyes like he was searching for something that wasn't there. His sisters, ahead by a few meters, called for him, and he shook himself out of his thoughts and strode forward to join them.
Love shook his head. "He sure looks sad."
"Yeah," I responded. That pride we always saw in his gait seemed diminished; he seemed to limp with the grief of completely losing what he valued the most. Just seeing us, Love and I, would bring back the memories of that month he spent training with us, trying to grasp the power that tormented him for a time. And it was all gone.
About seventeen or eighteen months later, Shinji visited us again with great news. "We're bringin' him back," he announced. "Come over to Seireitei, 'cause we're gonna put some o' our reiatsu into this sword, and that'll ultimately give him back his power."
I looked from Love to Hiyori to Hachi. We all nodded and followed Shinji through the Senkaimon. Even when we're split apart, we Visoreds stick up for each other no matter what. It's only natural for us to help Kurosaki Ichigo.
A/N: This one was MUCH more fun to write than the Hinamori one (don't particularly like Momo that much). Feel free to leave some feedback in that little box below! Thanks for all the support, guys!