Yawning she stretched, almost kicking her lamp off the table in the process. Ichigo had been excited about the training camp all week, ever since she asked Shiro to help her out. It was days like these she was glad she wasn't the evil twin. Stretching again Ichigo rolled out of bed, picking up the binding that had been thrown over the lamp. Binding her chest she pulled on a white tank top, black jeans and a blood red hoodie. Ichigo looked like one of those punks that were sent to the military to get set straight instead of prison. It was a look that worked for her. Swinging the duffle over her shoulder she slammed her apartment door shut and left behind her current life style for a new one.
Ichigo scowled at the recruiting officer, cleaning between her teeth with a nail.
"Shiro Kurosaki, looks like all of your forms are in order. Any unnecessary items, like foods, drinks, mobile phones and other such devices will be left in the main office and then you can pick up your uniforms from the supply shed."
"Yeah whatever," she grunted, deepening her voice, the officer frowned at her lack of respect.
Ichigo was thankful for what her brother did now, skipping all the physicals would have been impossible without it. She remembered how easy it had been to get him to agree to this ridiculous plan.
- Shiro looked at her skeptical of her crazy idea and unsure of what the hell she was thinking. Ichigo had never been one for radical decisions, that was his thing, she always thought things through.
"I don't think so baby-bitch, I'm the evil twin and what the fuck are ya gonna do if ya get caught," he said astonished he was being the voice reason. Shiro stood, he had better things to do like piss off their dad or work even and she needed time to think this through. Ichigo grabbed his wrist, shoving him back into the computer chair.
"Aren't you the one telling me to be more spontaneous? Come on mister hacker genius, I want to do this," she said stubbornly. Shiro hated it when she used his own words against him.
"No I ain't helping ya, there's a fucking reason why I call ya baby-bitch yer weak. The military would be too much for ya." Her eyes turned to slits and she grabbed him by the ear digging her nails into flesh and cartilage.
"Let go," he hissed, unable to raise a hand against her.
"Help me or I tell dad you wrecked the car last week," she threatened, only letting him go when he rolled his eyes.
"Fucking asshole, I raised ya well. Why the fuck do ya want to do this?" he asked.
"I need to change, I don't like who I am anymore," she muttered, he sighed turning to face his computer. -
The officer brought her back to now placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to steer her in the right direction. She been standing there for quite a while thinking about what had happened. She stopped just before the steep incline of the hill, looking over her shoulder towards home. Ichigo hardened her features.
"I'll prove them wrong," she said. A solemn promise to herself.
