Chapter 1
Ichigo's Point Of View
A/N: I decided to write my first Bleach fanfiction based on Yuzu, Karin and Ichigo's relationship with their mother. I like doing things like that because they always turn out so well for me. :D
And expect lots of Ishida x Ichigo fics from me. YAY!
I remember back when our backyard was all green. Except near the window. That's where mom's garden was. Yuzu, Karin and I, each had our own plant.
Yuzu had the sunflowers.
Karin had the roses.
I got the strawberries.
I used to get jealous whenever mom would point out that I had strawberries.. I would cling to her skirt and whine. " How come Yuzu and Karin get flowers and I get strawberries?"
And she'd always smile at me and say, " But I like strawberries. And I love you." And she's smooth back my hair and hug me.
Maybe it was a habit for me to say the same thing almost everyday, I wanted more and more of her love as the days went by.
I'd always sit in the yard and play with Yuzu and Karin, while mom worked on her flowers. Mom worked so hard on those flowers, dragging out the hose, feeding them daily, putting tents up over them when it rained. She would always tell me she ruined many skirts keeping those alive.
And even while doing that, she still played with us and taught us how to water them and would have us plant seeds. She'd always have dad take pictures and she'd sit and look at them and smile and mumble, " Those are my kids." That made me feel good when I'd sit on her lap and hear her say that. She was so proud of us.
She'd show us the pictures and laugh and say, " I have the three cutest kids in the world." While looking at a picture of me spraying Karin with the hose. Or one of Yuzu pushing mud on my face.
I remember another day, Yuzu and Karin started picking their flowers. Mom was in a panic and scooped up both of them in her arms and said, " Don't do that." As politely as she could.
Yuzu smiled, " But why mommy?"
Mom smiled back, " Those flowers are you. I planted them when you were born and they mean a lot to me because of that."
She'd always tell us, everyday, how much we meant to her. Dad still never told us why she'd never yell at us, or scold us when we did something wrong. But one day, he decided to.
" Masaki only had a 20 chance of getting pregnant." He said to us one day when Yuzu asked why mom was always so nice. One of the one times I had seen dad serious. That was back when I was eleven.
I guess, we were a blessing to her. It was both happy and sad to think about.
Every now and then, though, I sit in the backyard and look at the sunflowers, the roses and the strawberries. I do the things mom taught me, and keep them alive as long as I can, as not to let her down.
And sometimes, in mid--June, Yuzu and Karin come to help me too and Dad takes pictures of Yuzu spreading mud on my face or me spraying Karin with the hose and we take them to mom's grave and show her and we know she's laughing and saying,
Those are my kids.
A/N: Awww. I think it was alright. I like the theme of course. This was my first Bleach fic, so be nice.