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The rain was pouring down on him, wetting the hair, face and clothes. Ichigo however, didn't feel cold. He strained his eyes to scan the forest near the cemetery, when he fought Fisher right after he became a shinigami. He wondered why he found himself in here of all places. May be because he put his life on line intentionally for the first time. It was his first fight. Well, in his current situation, so distant past didn't matter at all. He didn't care about the place, he just wanted to know if his assumptions were correct. Ichigo made a few steps forward, and after a slight hesitation he started to walk slowly. As he wandered, the rain

4. Free time Ichigo put Rukia's luggage on the shelf above the seat in the train and made a step back. "Will that be ok?" "Sure, thanks for walking me here. I wouldn't handle this suitcase alone." She pointed above. "I still can't believe that your brother didn't come with you. Sometimes I feel like putting some oil into his brain." He scratched his fist. "Who does he think he is, that he doesn't even have time to wave off his sister?" "Don't say that. He's working really hard." Rukia felt a bit sorry that Byakuya didn't find the time to see her, but she understood that he was an important person, whose time was worth thousands of dollar

The separation "Brother, recently there is a lot of talking about the war in Europe. " Rukia cut her meat to small pieces on the gilt, porcelain plate, while Byakuya chose the thirty-year old wine for the dinner on the other side of the table. There were only the two of them, since she remembered. Mostly they ate in silence, but occasionally exchanged a few sentences during meals, concerning politics, her trainings or Byakuya's job. Nothing too personal. "I've been wondering… how long do you think it will last? It should be finished by the end of the year, am I right?" Since the moment she had wished good luck to Ichigo, she felt rea

3. The Prom Ichigo walked into the night towards Inoue's apartment. He felt really uncomfortable with the black suit and a red tie, that his mom forced on him, since it was the first time he had ever attended a school party. Masaki almost had tears in her eyes when he announced that he is leaving and will probably come back in the early morning hours; what was really fortunate, she had forgot about his punishment. However when she noticed that he had no tie and no bow, she stopped him and claimed that he could not leave without one. He agreed to leave in peace, but it only made him feel worse, because the formal clothing always drove him c

2. The broken composure "I think you improved a lot, miss Kuchiki. Keep working that hard and you'll achieve a great career. You're still very young, but your skills are far better than your peers. I think that this fall we could think about some audition for the ballet." Rukia's teacher, a tall, lean albino woman  in her thirties, with incredibly long white hair, who used to be a star on the stages in Moscow, Berlin and many other important cities, was really demanding and it was rare to hear a praise from her mouth. Rukia congratulated herself for all the effort she put into the interpretation of the last dance; it was all thanks to the m

"Can you explain to me how is that possible that my own dog brings you the stick I threw him?" Ichigo shook his head with resignation, watching how his huge German Shepherd puts the wooden stick in front of Rukia's trainers, frisking happily. "It's simple, he likes me and you just give him food, right Zangetsu?" She leaned and scratched the sensitive places behind the dog's black ears. "You like that, don't you?" She asked observing how the dog's head bends a little bit to the right as she massaged his right ear. She even got a proper response as a low grunt. "You're just licking his boots, that's not fair." Ichigo sat on the grass next to

Chapter 22 "So... Is there any particular place where you would like to go to?" Ichigo stopped in front of his garage after they had brought back his B-King from Rukia's hideout. It was cold as hell, but Rukia was so excited she had barely managed to get through all the lessons today. She was fidgeting, spacing out, she didn't even eat her lunch properly. After he had met her in their usual spot, she had tormented him to go for his bike at once not to waste time. "No, I only would like to go train a bit in Death God's base, what do you think? I am so far behind the rest, who trained past few weeks intensely; I need to at least make a few la

Dear Diary, I know I haven't been writing in a while. There simply wasn't anything special to share. But this week I'm getting married and it's definitely something worth writing. There are so many feelings fighting inside of me, that sometimes I wonder if it's even possible for one person to feel it all. But what can I do. The wedding is exactly seven days from today. I wondered why I was procrastinating with writing about it, but now I realize that some part of me still hoped that there is something I could do. But there isn't. And it's not that I hate the idea of marrying Renji. We've known each other for so long and I know he's a g