There is no concept of time here.
Only seasons.
And even those come and go unprecedented.
Here I stay.
I cannot leave, no matter how I wish it.
Forced I am to watch this... child's feelings on my sky.
Forced I am to watch for eternity.
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It was dark when Ichigo finally returned home.
How late?
He didn't know.
Didn't care.
The gate slammed as he entered, but it was probably just the wind.
Probably.
When he opened the front door, he hesitated, brow furrowing--
He saw white.
White all around him.
And suddenly
He was cold, freezing cold. He tried to blow, blow into his ha--
Where are my hands?
My body?
I can see...
I can feel...
BUT WHERE THE HECK IS MY BODY?!
--He moved his sight upward, away from the white ground, onto the figure standing on white ground.
The woman raised an white hand, her white robe billowing as her white lips smiled.
"Hello, child," Her voice was as white as the spiraling snow. "I welcome you."
Her white fingers curled, the index beckoning --Who? Who is that...?
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Holy Fricktarts.
Isn't that--
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Isshin's kick smashed into his face, and the physical world ripped into his senses.
Frick.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaad!" Ichigo growled, arms locking down on the foot.
"YES ICHIGO MY SON?! The idiot's face bore its usual ear-to-ear grin
"I FRIKKIN' HATE YOU!!"
And thus Ichigo vented all his pent-up frustration on the willing victim
--er, target.
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"DEAD?!" Byaukuya roared. "DEAD?!"
Kurotsuchi took a step back at the unexpected ferocity. "Well, maybe not in the way you're taking it.."
"HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO 'TAKE IT'?!"
"When I say 'dead', I mean... I mean more like the stage humans are in after their heart stops beating." Beads of sweat began to fall from his chin.
"WHICH IS DEAD!!"
"No, no, not necessarily..."
Byaukuya shunpoed forward, hands grabbing Kurotsuchi's collar and shoving him against the nearby wall.
"EXPLAIN WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT TO ME! NOW!!"
The scientist's eyes rolled to the side, the sickly grin still plastered on his face.
"What I'm trying to say is..." He hesitated. "She can be revived... brought back to life."
Byaukuya's eyes squinted.
"Like a human can be brought back to life by that strange electric machine, the one that zaps them to life, so this Kuchiki girl can be... saved." His eyes rolled around the room, looking everywhere but Byaukuya's face. "All I need is something similar... something AS strong... something AS powerful... something as compatible." Kurotsuchi shrugged, eyes on Byaukuya's hairline now. "Problem is, there's probably going to be a timelimit... And I just don't know what it is to look for in such a situation..." His shoulders came up in a shrug, just as he finally found the courage to look into his fellow captain's eyes.
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Horse-kun got up with a groan, tired of watching Rukia-chan squirm around in her fevered sleep.
Not that it wasn't entertaining.
It just got tiring watch her fight with some imaginary demons.
He pursed his pasty lips, strolling around the room.
Now to think of something FUN to do...
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A spark of ideaness in his mind, and his fireplace was lit.
His sharp teeth shone piercingly as he threw back his head and laughed.
Horse-kun was just such a little geniushead.
A pure, malicious, goodnatured geniushead.
A/N:
Hehehhhh.
Sorry it took such a while...
(looks AWAYYYY)
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