U-Um...K-Konichuwa! I am kind of back. Hehehe...*rubs the back of her neck nervously* You guys are probably furious at my lateness on updating Ascension by Love. Gomenasai. I am furious at myself too. It's just I can't seem to concentrate on that one for some reason. And I strongly suspect the tons of new ideas that are flying around my little head contributed to the lateness of the update. So I decided to take a little brake.
If anyone is even reading this story, they will probably have lots question after this short chapter. I can't blame them. This chapter is very confusing but it will clear up as the story goes on. This won't be a long story. At least I am not planning it to be a long one. But you never know. My plans never work.
Enough of my babbling. Let's move on to the actual thing~
Declaimer:I only own the plot and my laptop.
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Some memories last forever
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It was raining. Hard. As if the sky understood what he felt inside and presented his sorrow to the world in the form of pouring rain. People quickly scattered in order to save themselves from the sharp raindrops. But he didn't move an inch from his position where he had been standing for how many hours, he lost count. Head downward, his orange hair shielded his eyes from the world. A seven years old Kurosaki Ichigo stood eerily still in front of his mother's grave.
A small girl was running toward him. Her long auburn hair was drenched by the rain. Her tears and rain drops mixed together before hitting the already muddy cemetery with loud splash. She stopped behind him and hugged the taller boy. Tightly.
"I-Ichigo-kun-" started the girl in a meek voice.
"Let go" came reply, cutting off what the girl was going to say, in process cutting the edge of her six year old heart. She let go hesitantly, trying not to loudly sob at the unexpected harshness from her friend.
"I-I am sorry-" she tried again.
The orange-head turned around so fast that the scared girl fell back in surprise.
"You are sorry? You are sorry? There is no need to be sorry. Don't talk to me. Leave." He said bitterly.
The girl saw his eyes for the first time today. His chocolate browns orbs were blood red but what scared her most was the coldness in those eyes she loved so much. More tears started pouring out of her eyes. Not that anyone could tell. It was raining very hard after all. To assure herself that the coldness was non-existent in those eyes and that she was only imagining the harshness in her friend's voice, she extended her hand to touch his. But he pulled his hand away as if she was fire.
"Don't touch me. I told you to leave. Why are you here? It's all your fault. I hate you. I HATE YOU!"
He finally snapped and yelled at the timid girl, his own facade falling. He cried his heart out as he watched the auburn haired girl's beautiful gray eyes widen, her hands clamped on her mouth as she ran as fast as her little body allowed her to. Ichigo watched the beginning of the end of his friendship with the innocent girl.
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"…I hate you. I HATE YOU!" Inoue Orihime's eyes snapped open and she sat up on her futon with a startle, her heart racing as if she just ran for miles. She unconsciously rubbed her eyes only to find them wet with salty tears. She quickly wiped them away.
'I would think I would forget about that day by now. It has been over ten years already. But I go through the same experience every night. Ichigo-kun, why do you hate me so much?' More tears rushed out of her eyes.
Orihime's eyes widened and she suddenly shouted, "GLOOM!"
She looked around until her eyes made contact with the small alarm clock. She woke up before the time her alarm clock was set for. Again.
"Come on, Orihime. It's no time to be sad. I have to make breakfast and make a bento too!" She wiped her large gray eyes on last time before dashing toward her bathroom with such energy that could be rarely seen in mornings.
An hour later…
"Ok! I packed the bento already, brushed my hair, all my home works are in my bag and got the book for Tatsuki-chan! All I have to do it talk to Onii-chan!" The auburn haired bubbly girl made sure she didn't forget anything.
"Onii-chan, I going now. Pray for me so I won't get picked on by the little blue-men again! And pray for Ichigo-kun too. He has been getting into lots of fights these days. Please don't let him get hurt, Kami-sama." Orihime said to the portrait of a handsome young man with black hair before letting herself out of her small apartment.
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Seventeen years old, Kurosaki Ichigo, heir of the Kurosaki Group Co. LTD rushed out of his luxurious apartment before getting into his brand new Mercedes. His driving represented his arrogance. Even though he was a high school student, he lived in a separate apartment, not in the mansion his father and his twin sisters lived in. Although his apartment probably cost more than ten regular apartments put together, it was nothing compared to mansion they called house.
One might wonder why exactly was the heir of such large business empire living by himself. Another proof of his stubbornness. He moved out of his house when he was fifteen, giving his father the conditions that until he is twenty one and is able to take over the business, he wanted to live in a different apartment, otherwise he will not take over the business as it clearly did not interest him at all. His goofy father of course agreed (after shedding buckets of tears on the large portrait of his deceased wife about how their son did not love him anymore…).
Ichigo entered the school on time thanks to his crazy driving and sat down on his chair lazily. Immediately he was swarmed in "Good mornings" by everyone. He responded with a "Tch."
As he started to drop his head on his desk with every intention of going to sleep, his eyes caught the sight of long auburn hair. He didn't need to look up to know who it belonged to. Only one person in the whole school had that shade of auburn hair and it was the girl who was terrified of him. Not that he could blame her. He was reminded of her tearful gray eyes, her soaking form and her long hair as she ran out of the cemetery every night. It was over ten years ago and he still couldn't forget how much he hurt her on that rainy day. And that only made him even madder at her and himself.
He pretended as if she did not exist and just put his head down like he originally intended to. But he didn't miss her timid voice as she greeted her tomboy of a best friend called Tatsuki.
He groaned and forced his eyes to close. It was only morning and she already pissed him off.
He wondered for a second how long he could keep lying to himself before crushing that thought mercilessly.
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So that's the end, guys! I hope you liked it. Sorry about the short chapter and the grammar mistakes I am sure I made.
Do you guys think Ichigo is out of character? Well...we haven't seen much yet but what do you guys think?
Oh! For those of you who read my other two crappy stories, do you think my writing (English+grammar) improved at all? Please be honest. I am trying to improve my English.
Lastly, please leave a review. I seriously can't stop smiling when I look at my reviews.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Ja ne!
-Raininglight~