Disclaimer: this is totally not mine. If it was, would I really be here writing this?

Hello! This is my first story so be kind to me and don't flame me that much please. If you do, my virtual kitty will cry (7;ㅅ;)7...anyways! This fanfic is based on cywscross's wanderlust.. i just kinda expanded on it... yeah... anyways i kinda changed this story... this is gonna be a bunch of one shots for my child of the wind story that technically doesn't exist yet... I think i'll be the first person to do my one-shots before the story... i do have an actual plot, by the ways for child of the wind... so yeah! enjoy!

-【1】-

Ichigo had always been strange. Everyone knew it.

Whispers had always followed him, about that, sweet but peculiar little boy who ran around like savage talking to air. Some hated him. " Freak " they would spit(and how low must one sink, to scorn a child?), ushering their battered children away from the boy who ran with the wind (for there was never a more beloved child of Fūjin than Kurosaki Ichigo). Others thought him endearing, with his large chocolate eyes and sweet smile and his kindness to all he met.

But nonetheless, one thing was for certain, to the townspeople (and maybe even to his family), he would never belong (because they would never understand).

Ichigo accepts this in the summer of his 7th year in the world when he sits on the swing, hidden from sight in the corner of the park watching sadly as the other children shriek and tumble in the sand.

He knows he will never be accepted here, and isn't that just sad？Because he could remember a time when he almost was, and that makes it all the more regrettable (but it couldn't be helped, for he was a child of the old ways and his blood ran entirely too thick).

Ichigo closes his eyes and remembers that once, he was happy. And it was a time when the breath of the wind was nothing more than an itch in the back of his mind and comfort was once soft orange hair, warm hugs and a soothing voice crooning lullabies instead of ghostly arms around him and whispered secrets to his ear. Not that he isn't happy now, but it is a happiness so different from before that it couldn't compare.

A gale sweeps in and curls around him.

Ichigo shakes himself out of his thoughts and the contemplation of his life and looks up.

：Don't be sad：The wind whispers, gently rocking the swing as the summer breeze ruffled his hair : I am here… :

"…Yes."

He exhales.

" Always?"

: Forever :

-【1】-

Once upon a time, there was a boy, to be prince, born, of the line of gods. And fittingly, as the blessed child of Fūjin, he entered this world in the midst of a hurricane,

untouched by all. Guarded by the Kamaitachi who were to be his retainers when he passed on to the next world…