Ichigo folded his hands, leaning back in his chair, teetering on two legs. Class had been long over but Ichigo didn't feel just like leaving yet. It all felt so surreal. How quickly life returned to normal...Well, partially normal. Subtracting the parts where the badge in his pants screams; "HOLLOW! HOLLOW! HOLLOW!"
What was going to happen now? What would Soul Society do about Aizen? Would they tell Ichigo? They were his friends...his comrades..even if he had nothing to do with this he'd gladly give his life.
Besides, that Aizen guy wanted Rukia dead right? I'm not letting his ass get away for that! And whatever he did, cutting me so fast-AAGH! I lost! I completely, humiliatingly lost to that guy!
Ichigo growled, leaning back on his desk, mussing up his hair. The memories of nearly being sliced in half aggravated him. If the situation hadn't been so serious, Ichigo knew that Zaraki and his crew would never stop making fun of him.
Come on, 'king', don't be a little bitch.
Ichigo froze, feeling the air fly out of his lungs. His head throbbed, his heartbeat quickened, and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Just like Aizen...He'd deal with this in his own way.