A/N: Ichigo vs. Grand Fischer and a Little Visit to a Certain Shopkeeper
Italicized: Ichigo
Bol/Italic: Shiro
Bold: Zangetsu
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and never will (sob)
Kurosaki Isshin left his little girls in the care of one of his nurses around lunchtime then walked over to a certain mad scientist's store. He saw Tessai, sweeping in front and nodded a hello before walking into the rusty old place.
"Urahara-saaaaaaaannnnnnnnn!" he yelled, a loud grin on his face. Silence answered back. Sighing, Isshin walked further in, and found the ex-shinigami, lying on one of the couches in his living room, snoring away. Grumbling at the laziness of some people (people who didn't have the occupation of a doctor for example), Isshin decided to play a game, so he grabbed Urahara's hat quietly, writing BAKA in big bold letters across the front. Giggling at the joke, he put it back in place, on top of Urahara's head then nudged the sleeping scientist with his foot, careful to keep his face void of all amusement (not an easy task).
The man jumped up quickly in response, using a broom as a weapon, glaring madly about. "You'll never get me, you stupid hollows!!!!! Never!!!!!" Isshin couldn't hold back the laughter at this hilarious spectacle and decided at that point to roll on the floor in hysterics.
Urahara finally realizing where he was, who was laughing at him, and that hollows weren't attacking him, glared with menace at the Kurosaki father now rolling about on the ground. "Isshin! What the hell on you doing here, eh? I though Masaki banished you from coming here since you brought home that experiment of mine."
Isshin calmed down a bit, wiping away some of the tears the laughter had brought, looking at his old friend. "Oh, she did. Let's just say your little 'plant' induced with hollow energy that ate our dog was not her favorite thing in the world. It had me sleeping on the couch for a week, by the way," Isshin said, smiling a bit at the memory. What could he say? It was pretty funny.
Urahara at least had the decency to be shamed a bit, scratching the back of his head in an embarrassed way. "Yeah that wasn't my best experiment." Then he looked at Isshin with a raised eyebrow. "So why are you here then?" he asked amused.
Isshin's eyes grew serious as they often did about his family's wellbeing. "It's about Ichigo."
"Oh? Your son? Is he well? He's nine right now, right?"
"Yeah, he's doing great. However, I noticed recently that he has a rather large amount of reiatsu. Also he has some sort of weird tattoo on his right shoulder that looks similar to a hollow's mask. It's very strange and I was hoping you could have a look at him to figure out what it was." Urahara's eyes widened at the information. It was impossible for a normal human to have strong reiatsu. Hell, even a little reiatsu at all was rather rare. What could it mean?
Isshin watched as Urahara's eyes changed to that of a true scientist, gleaming with new theories, and for a second he was worried he had somehow opened Pandora's box but nonetheless, he needed Urahara's help with this one.
"When can I meet little Ichigo?" he asked. Isshin frowned at that.
"Well, what if I brought him by tonight? And I could bring the girls with me as well to play with Tessai-san. Masaki has her book club tonight so she should be none the wiser."
Just as he said this, a bunch of alarms went off, around the store, loud and red, screaming about hollows. Urahara jerked at the sudden noise and rushed over to where a lot of his more modern gadgets were. Isshin watched him interested. "So what does this thing do?" he asked, tapping one giant machine lightly. Urahara glared at him before answering as he continued to check monitors and take notes. "It monitors Karakura Town for large hollow signatures, in case there are any. But this one . . . it's impossible . . . there's one with the hollow signature of over level 7."
"Level 7?" Isshin asked, eyes wide, body tensing. Level 7 was higher than a third seat's power. Why would such a powerful hollow be here in this town? "Where is it?" Urahara showed him the exact point on his map, and Isshin's face paled a bit.
"That's near where Masaki and Ichigo are."
Curse words did not help grasp the situation but they sure as hell didn't hurt as Urahara expressed his realization. Shit!
A few minutes earlier, walking next to his mother on a splashing street, Ichigo was grinning.
"I can't believe you beat Tatsuki-chan, Ichigo. I'm so proud of you," said his mother, smiling softly from underneath the umbrella. The karate class had just finished and Ichigo could still remember Tatsuki's face in an expression of rage and indignation as he beat her with very exaggerated effort. Sure, his clumsy nine year old body didn't have any muscle mass or agility like he did before but his mind remembered every fighting technique ever ingrained in him by his numerous battles to the death with various opponents. Hell, he could have beaten her with his eyes closed. There was a certain sense of pride in that, something he couldn't help.
Man, that look on her face was priceless. If that doesn't motivate her to train harder, I don't know what will, he thought. This was the plan all three of them had agreed upon. Ichigo would meet his friends at the appropriate times, but he would train them in subtle ways and expose them to his stronger reiatsu. Hopefully, it'll be enough for all of them to evolve into better fighters long before they have to defend themselves from whatever comes their way.
Ichigo . . . Ichigo . . . you should have told us sooner. We could've helped. Their dying screams still echoed in his head and his eyes grew dark with the longing of battle.
Don't get too cocky, king. You never could beat her before this, no matter how may times you fought at least while you were human, Ichigo heard Shiro snicker. Shiro was never one to read the mood. Zangetsu wisely remained silent.
It was in this moment that Grand Fischer had decided to make his great entrance, his bait of a young girl hanging by the morose riverbed. Ichigo's gaze didn't falter when he saw it. If anything it grew darker, more feral, with a battle grin unusual for a nine-year-old to wear.
It's time to hunt.
Grand Fischer didn't quite know what to make of his new prey. He had smelled the child's delicious reiatsu from miles away and it was just like a shinigami's but somehow better, more pure. So he had laid the bait and waited for the child to run towards him, innocent and so naive. The child didn't. Instead, the boy had looked at him, not just the bait, but right into his very (hollow) being, like he knew he was there, waiting. There's something about this child, Fischer thought mildly. If he hadn't been so greedy, Grand Fischer would've noticed Ichigo's eyes turn from amber to gold at the sight of him, his little child's body tensing with the need to pounce, his childish grin turning darker.
But he didn't; rather Fischer was elated as he saw the boy persuade his mother to cross the street safely, never keeping his eyes off of his bait. Okay, now I'll just have two delicious morsels instead of one, thought the hollow, its body tensing to strike as the fog surrounding the riverbank thickened. However, that wasn't meant to be. Suddenly the child with its mother disappeared into the fog, without a hint of their presence anywhere.
Dammit!! The hollow thought, as it pulled its bait back, searching.
Hahahaha, what's the matter, hollow? Have you lost your prey? An eerie voice spoke from behind the fog, its darkness surrounding Grand Fischer completely. Fischer froze in his tracks, uncertain to what was beyond the mist. He could suddenly feel the boy's reiatsu, coming towards him yet fear began coiling up inside of him in premonition. Had it always been this ominous? The reiatsu felt strained and dark, like it was holding something very large and powerful in check.
Could the child have been hiding his reiatsu? That was impossible, wasn't it?
Then the orange-haired boy appeared before him, a small shadow against the fog. He was grinning, his eyes covered by his hair. I've been waiting for this day, hollow, for a really long time. The boy seemed to say.
Hollows are made of instinct, those primal emotions that rule before reasoning. For them, it is how they survive after their human life is taken away. Often times it is the thirst for battle that lingers. Grand Fischer although not a particularly old soul, had relied on his instincts so far and despite his battle desires, right now, staring at this little boy, every bit of his soul screamed to run away from this powerful creature in front of him. So that's what he did, or at least started to do. He had not run a few paces away in the fog when again the little boy was already standing in front of him, blocking his escape. Fischer leapt back from the boy, staring in shock.
"Wh . . . what are you?" he asked shaking his hollow mask in shock.
The boy merely smiled. You needn't know. The orange-haired enigma held up his hand in front of him. Fischer eyed it suspiciously. What was he doing? Then he felt it, an enormous collection of spirit energy was gathering toward the boy's hand and as he watched, a sharp red ball filled with strong and potent hollow reiatsu formed. It cast an eerie light upon the boy's face and for the first time Fischer could see the boy's eyes. They were black with gold irises and with the red glow he looked exactly like a demon from hell.
Fischer couldn't move, the reiatsu just from that red energy alone as well as the terror he was feeling paralyzed his body to the point where he could only watch as the red ball was aimed at him. Grand Fischer, for crimes committed I judge thee to be sent to hell Hahahaha. The child grinned gleefully and let loose the cero. Fischer watched as the burning red light enveloped him, his hollow form screaming in utter terror and pain. Then with no sound at all, a large wooden gate with the words HELL over the top appeared before him. A sword protruded forward stabbing him through the chest and dragging Fischer deep into the burning abyss. And with that the hollow known as Grand Fischer existed no more to take mothers from little children.
Goddammit, Zan. I thought you said we were at ten percent, growled Ichigo watching with disinterest and heavy disappointment as Grand Fischer disappeared into the gates of HELL. Shiro was off in a corner, sulking grumpily because he didn't get to fight. Zangetsu was silent for a second before answering.
We were. Zangetsu said. But it seems as though your ten percent is still too powerful that such a weak hollow as Grand Fischer couldn't handle even a simple cero.
Ichigo and Shiro as well were really grumpy that the pathetic hollow hadn't even fought back. Hell, that wasn't even a fight. That was an execution, not nearly as satisfactory and incredibly disappointing.
"Ichigo!!!" he heard his mother calling his name in the fog. Masking his disappointment with a smile, he called out to her waving frantically. "I'm over here, mom!"
Pretty soon, he saw her figure in the fog and ran to her. She gave him a hug while still under the umbrella then looked at him with a disapproving glare. "Why'd you run off like that? I know you said you saw something over here, but it's just an empty riverbank."
Ichigo grinned at that and wiped some mud off his face. "You're right, mom."
Oi king, you got incoming. Seems like you attracted some attention, hehe.
Outwardly, Ichigo made no sign of acknowledgement of this bit of information. Inwardly he tensed. Who is it?
Your dad and that crazy scientist. Looks like that cero was filled with enough hollow energy to alert them of you.
At this, Ichigo swore in a very un-childlike manner. Shit, I can't meet Urahara here. He'll totally ruin the timeline or worse do experiments on me. Shiro nodded in agreement then chuckled eerily.
Why are you chuckling like that?
Well, I just got an idea.
You? An idea? Ichigo asked disbelievingly. Does it involve murder cause personally I prefer my dad alive. Urahara too, . . . maybe.
Very funny, king. You know, I get good ideas every now and then.
Ichigo decided to indulge his hollow. Very well, what's this idea?
Shiro told him and by the end, even Zangetsu was nodding in agreement. It is a sound plan and one that would prevent their suspicions of us for a good amount of time. Ichigo scowled before agreeing reluctantly.
In his shinigami form, Isshin arrived there at the riverbank, to where the hollow was or at least had been, with Urahara at his side. Both were panting, their mad rush had been little tiring. "Where do you think it is?" Isshin asked frantically, expanding his senses to feel for the hollow reiatsu. With the amount the hollow had, it shouldn't have been that hard. Yet he could find no sign of it anywhere.
Urahara pulled out one of his devices, which was beeping frantically. "Well, according to this, the hollow should be right here."
Hello? I'm up here. A dark and eerie voice said and both ex-shinigami shunpoed quickly into the air using a mid-air stop high above the ground. There standing in a relaxed pose was the strangest looking hollow (1) either of them had ever seen. It looked human but its body was completely white, wearing what looked like a shinigami outfit except its colors were in reverse. Strapped to its back was a large butcher-knife looking zankpakto wrapped in bandages. Its eyes were especially eerie, black with gold irises. It just stood there, its arms folded across its chest, an arrogant and half-crazed smile across its face. Both Isshin and Urahara took out their zankpaktos ready for a fight. The white hollow saw their tense stances and smiled, its reiatsu pressure increasing.
As much as I'd want to fight with you, though I highly doubt you two would be much of a fight, King would undeniably kill me if I so much as touched you, said the hollow pouting.
"Who's your king?" asked Isshin, still not convinced the hollow wouldn't fight.
The hollow grinned and shook his head. Oh no, you will get no such information from me.
Suddenly Urahara sprung forward attacking the hollow with Benihime. The hollow watched waiting for the strike as if bored. Then just as the zankpakto was about to descend, it shunpoed away so quickly that Urahara's mouth actually dropped, while it stopped a few yards away. Powerful.
This time Isshin sprung forward, his own zankpakto raised yet the hollow merely caught it with ease between two fingers. I'm glad I can't fight you. It would be undeniably boring. Then with sudden blast of reiatsu pushing both Isshin and Urahara away, it vanished, leaving barely a trace behind.
Urahara stared at the place where the hollow had been then stared at Isshin then stared back. What the hell was going on?
Hahahaha king, you should have seen'em. Both of them were so amazed I bet they're still sitting there wondering what they just encountered. Hahahaha. Shiro was cackling, too loudly much to Ichigo's annoyance. He had just barely reached home with his mom and gone straight to his room when Shiro had returned.
I'm just amazed that you didn't fight them. I mean, you've been complaining this whole time bout wanting a decent fight, replied Ichigo shaking his head. He could tell that even Zangetsu was curious about the sudden change in his hollow's attitude. To this the hollow was silent a second before answering.
. . . I don't want to talk about it, huffed Shiro in a sulky way. Ichigo was beyond curious now.
What the hell do you mean by that?
I mean I don't want to talk about it and you can't make me. Then with an angry huff, Shiro disappeared from Ichigo's awareness.
I'll try to get him to talk about it, said Zangetsu, before also disappearing, leaving Ichigo feeling a little bewildered.
It wasn't until later in the afternoon that the man of the Kurosaki house returned home with his little girls in tow. Masaki and Ichigo both were getting dinner ready for the family.
"Masaki daarrrrrrlingggggg, we're home!" he shouted along with the twins. Masaki smiled warmly, bringing the girls in a big hug. Ichigo just smiled and rolled his eyes as his dad tried to pick up his mom with the twins and swing them around the room.
"Dad, be careful!" he shouted worryingly.
Isshin just looked at his son, smiling then dropping Masaki and the squealing twins, he came rushing towards his son with open arms. "Come on, Ichigo give your daddykins a big hug!!!!!" Ichigo scowled as the man came running then hit him away with a light kick.
"Come on, dad. I'm too big for stuff like that," he said as his father fell to the ground dramatically crying.
"Oh Ichigo what did your poor father do that you became so cold?!" he cried while Ichigo and Masaki smiled a bit at the silly antics of their father and husband and the twins squealed in childish delight. After that was done with, the Kurosaki family had a peaceful dinner before Masaki rushed away to her book club meeting around 7 o'clock, ordering her husband and son to take care of the house while she was gone.
Right after she left, Isshin looked at his son excitedly. "Alrighty Ichigo, now that your mother's gone, how bout you and I take the twins on a little adventure?"
Ichigo raised his eyebrow in question, a little frown on his face. "Like where exactly?" He was suspicious. Although his father had acted like normal ever since he came home, Ichigo could tell that something had upset him during the day (no question as to what).
"Think of it like a surprise," Isshin said mysteriously while picking up both of his girls. Ichigo's instincts were kind of screaming that this could be bad but he went along with it anyway.
Don't do it, king!! He's gonna take us to that crazy guy's place. Shiro had apparently chosen that moment to come out of hiding. Ichigo frowned at the sudden intrusion but didn't question it.
What do you think, Zan?
His zankpakto was quiet before answering. From what I can tell, your father probably has his suspicions about you. So he most likely talked to you-know-who about it and somehow got it into his mind that it was a good idea to have us meet him.
Shiro was undeniably freaking out after that little explanation.
Crap crap crap crap crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the hell are we gonna do? We can't face Urahara yet. We have no explanations for our reiatsu or the tattoo. And how are ya gonna explain me, eh? Urahara would also be able to distinguish the hollow reiatsu in Ichigo's spirit signature. And he'll want to do experiments on us and probably try to extract me and and . . .
Shiro, calm down, said Zangetsu tersely. The thought of Urahara experimenting on them was surprisingly terrifying to the otherwise stoic zankpakto spirit but someone had to remain calm at least.
Surprisingly, Ichigo who was only mildly worried about this latest development turned to Zangetsu. Can you do something to suppress all of my reiatsu? The zankpakto was quiet for a second before nodding.
Yes, Ichigo. I'll be able to suppress your reiatsu as far down as the power of a 10th seat but no lower I'm afraid. In this time, your reiatsu will be so condensed in your body that you might feel some pain. Also, I can only suppress it for two hours at the most. Shiro, you are going to have to go into complete hiding . . . I know you hate it but you'd hate it even more if Urahara found us. Shiro nodded before disappearing completely.
Man, Zan, you gotta teach me how to do that, said Ichigo impressed at how cowed Shiro seemed. Zangetsu ignored the compliment, turning his full attention to Ichigo.
Are you ready, Ichigo? Ichigo grunted his agreement and felt a dull pain spread throughout his body as Zangetsu suppressed his reiatsu with all of his power. On the outside, Isshin hadn't noticed anything immediately different about his son because he had been too preoccupied preparing his little girls for their outing. However, he did glance over to see that his son had kind of a glazed look and a frown upon his face as though he was thinking of something difficult.
"Ichigo?" he called out. He noticed Ichigo shake and wake up a bit before giving a grin. "I'm ready, dad!" the little Ichigo cried with perfect false childish enthusiasm. Isshin nodded, grinning to himself, and picked up the girls before heading out the door.
Ichigo masked his pain and his apprehension as they neared the ex-shinigami's shop. Yet somewhere inside he began to feel a little excitement at pulling this stunt off. That damned shopkeeper had messed with his head numerous times in the past. It was high time Ichigo returned the favor.
They reached the shop fairly quickly, too quickly if Ichigo had anything to say about it. It was the same as he remembered it and in a rush all other memories came back as well. Of him getting his shinigami powers back, of Urahara trying to attack him, of Urahara's crazy quotes, of Urahara trying to experiment on him (and failing), of Ichigo with his friends planning a counterattack in Karakara town against Aizen, of the final battle in front of the shop where both Urahara and the rest died right before he stabbed Aizen through the chest, ending it once and for all.
Suddenly his heart hurt far more than his strained little body and Ichigo for the first time in a while felt like running away from this place. He tried to fake a smile but failed as they approached the shop's door.
"Itsygo? Are you sad?" asked little Karin who was looking at her older brother intently from her father's arms. Hearing the question, Isshin turned to his son in surprise.
Thinking quickly, Ichigo gave a real smile this time, happy that his little sisters were so caring. "Nah, I'm not sad, Karin, just a little tired. I beat Tatsuki-chan today, you know." That seemed to reassure his family quickly.
The Ichigo looked at his dad with child-like innocence. "But, dad, why are we here?"
Isshin merely smiled, ignoring the question and knocked on the shop's door. "Urahara-sannnnnn!!! Tessai-sannnnn!!! We came to visit!"
The door opened to reveal Tessai in his classic apron and moustache. As soon as the girls saw him, they both giggled shyly while Ichigo smiled warmly up at him. He had missed the old kido master.
"Why, hello, Kurosaki-san and little ones, how nice of you to visit!" said Tessai as he smiled, widening the door to let the Kurosaki clan into the old shop. Isshin and the girls went first while Ichigo lingered a bit behind, taking his time. As he walked passed pillars of boxes, Ichigo glanced around, a small nostalgic smile on his face as he looked at the messy shop. I can't believe this place isn't any different. Hehe it's been awhile . . .
"Booo!!!!!!"
A white masked, hat-wearing creature jumped in front of Ichigo from behind one of the towering boxes. Ichigo jumped back ten feet as a reaction then jumped forward punching whatever it was hard in the stomach. The thing flew back several feet into some more boxes. Ichigo cursed under his breath, that counterattack had been an accidental and instinctual reaction, something a nine-year-old would'nt have. After living on the sands of Hueco Mundo for so long, his battle instincts had been honed to the point that if he was ambushed, Ichigo would be fighting before he realized what he was doing. Masking his surprise, Ichigo glared at the thing that was now getting up from beneath the rubbles of boxes it had knocked over.
"Man, Isshin, your kid can really punch," Urahara said as he rubbed the back of his head that had hit the wall and his stomach that had taken a brunt of the hit. Isshin and Tessai who had heard the commotion had come to check on what it was, were openly gaping while Ichigo was merely glaring at the now mask-less Urahara-san.
"Dad!! That weird guy attacked me from behind one of the boxes!" Ichigo cried in indignation and pointing like the child he was.
Isshin grinned with pride and walked over to his son, tousling his hair a bit. "Yep, but you wouldn't let him, son would you?"
Ichigo grinned a bit evilly at that. "Nope!"
Urahara smiled sheepishly and grabbed his cane before presenting himself to the little Kurosaki boy and holding out his hand. "I don't think we got off to a good start, Ichigo. My name is Urahara Kisuke. I'm an old friend of your dad's."
Ichigo glared a little at the scientist that was trying so hard to look innocent before he smiled brightly and grabbed his hand roughly. "Nice to meet ya, weird guy." Urahara twitched a little at the 'weird guy' but otherwise ignored it.
Then Urahara kneeled to Ichigo's level, looking him in straight in the eye. Ichigo felt a little uncomfortable, Urahara never looked at him in the eye in the past. He was always a little shifty, hiding some greater plan. From his side, Urahara suprised himself as he looked into the young Ichigo's eyes. The boy was hiding something, that much he could tell. His eyes, although bright amber were dark and haunted as though he felt some great pain, something a young child with a loving family should never feel. He looked older than his years, and smarter than he revealed. But what was probably the most astonishing thing Urahara noticed was that Ichigo's eyes were steeled with determination and sparkled with untold knowledge. What was this child?
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Um Urahara-san, can you stop staring at me? It's a little weird." Urahara tore his gaze away before quickly peeling back both of Ichigo's sleeves looking for the tattoo Isshin mentions. Ichigo growled in indignation, struggling a bit.
Then Urahara blinked before standing up. "Sorry, Ichigo, maybe you should go play with Tessai-san and your little sisters while I talk with your father?"
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, hearing the serious tone in Urahara's voice then went over to his little sisters and Tessai-san.
Isshin turned to Urahara, noticing also the seriousness in his manner. "So? What did you feel?"
Urahara looked at him, smiling a bit. "You know, old friend, I do detect some reiatsu, but not nearly as much as you suggested. It's barely a tenth seat power, which isn't surprising, considering who his father is. Also I didn't see any tattoo on his shoulder," Urahara said pointedly.
Isshin frowned, before smiling a little relieved. "Hmm, maybe I'm just out of it and misread his reiatsu. Must be my gigai or something, eh?"
Urahara nodded a bit before continuing. "However, there is something about Ichigo that I've never seen in a human child. I think you should watch him carefully, Isshin." Isshin nodded as he watched Ichigo play with the girls and Tessai.
The Kurosaki family stayed for about an hour or so, until the little girls fell asleep and Isshin realized belatedly it was time to get back. As they left, Ichigo waved warmly at Tessai-san and gave a death-glare to Urahara while Isshin merely smiled, thanking them for their hospitality. They walked back home with Isshin carrying both girls on his back and Ichigo following slowly, yawning and feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden but incredibly victorious as well. He had after all fooled Urahara who probably won't even remember his name.
"How'd you like Tessai and Urahara-san, Ichigo?" asked Isshin from up ahead. Ichigo was a bit startled at the question but smiled softly.
"I liked them a lot," which was not a lie. He was in fact very fond of the two quirky shopkeepers.
"Good, they are old friends of mine. You might see them around an awful lot," hinted Isshin, grinning like a fool. Ichigo almost stopped in his tracks at that. No way in hell was he hiding his reiatsu every time that wacko came about. Growling to himself at the unfairness of it all, Ichigo retreated to his room after they returned back to the house.
Finally, sighed Zangetsu as he slowly let out all of Ichigo's bottled up reiatsu. Fascinated, Ichigo watched as red tattoo appeared again on his shoulder.
LET ME OUT!!!!!!!! growled Shiro as he finally was freed from wherever dark crevice he had been in. Ichigo's ears felt assaulted by the sudden intrusion.
God, Shiro could you be any louder?!
Yes, king I can. LLETTTTTTTTT MEEEEEEEE OUTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
Ichigo winced again at the noise before replying. No, Shiro, I think it's best we lay low tonight. Tomorrow you can roam a bit. Shiro grumbled at that, complaining loudly that it was unfair whilst Zangetsu nodded in agreement. Now, can you guys be a bit quiet? I really need to sleep. Both of his inner tennants quieted down as Ichigo put on his pajamas and crawled into his bed, exhausted from his day. To think, that yesterday he had been wandering the sands of Hueco Mundo, alone and indifferent, then today, he regained everything he had ever lost in the blink of an eye. As he stared outside his window, he sighed, feeling that this new unexpected life would be far greater than anything he could ever dreamed and for the first time he eagerly anticipated the days to come.
A/N: Woohooo and that is the end of chapter three. For those that are reading this, just a little heads up. There will be a time skip. I really don't have the patiance to go day by day. So I apologize if this is an inconvenience. to anyone. Also there is a nice little surprise in the next chapter, so be prepared and read on.
(1) Guess who it is? Come on, you know who it is.