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Kenkai-Chan (глава 237):
читать дальшеHe had no choice, he told himself. If he didn't come, Aizen would send his entire forces to Karakura Town and not only destroy the town, but kill his nakama as well.
He was a fighter by nature, but he was also a protector, which took precedence. Sometimes, some battles couldn't be fought with sword and power, but with sacrifice and heart. It didn't make them any easier, though.
He wasn't sure why, but he was given 12 hours to tie up loose ends and to say good-bye to one person. He had a lot to do, but he did it. He left a note for his family, saying he would be gone for awhile and telling them to take care of Rukia. It wasn't a good-bye, per se, but more like a notice, or so he liked to think. After all, it was a "loose end" he needed to tie up.
The hours passed, and night cloaked Karakura Town. He didn't know who to say good-bye to. There was a lot he wanted to say to everyone, nakama and allies alike.
He just let his feet take him somewhere, wandering the streets until he came upon an apartment building. His eyes widened when he realized he was in front of Inoue's home. He craned his neck, his eyes softening as he sensed her reiatsu, quiet and subdued. Glancing down at the bracelet that made him invisible and then back at Inoue's window, he sighed. I won't be seen, he thought as he began to climb the side of her house.
Inside the apartment, Orihime slept peacefully, unaware of the boy that was coming through her wall. Ichigo pushed himself through and stumbled in.
I'm... really inside Inoue's apartment. Normally, he would find it really weird to be in there, especially without her permission. His feet had led him here, so subconsciously, this was where he wanted to be.
He tensed when he heard shuffling from down the hall, and wondered if Hitsugaya or Matsumoto heard him. He listened quietly as the shuffling quieted, and when he was sure they went back to sleep, he relaxed. He looked around, noting all the knick-knacks and things in Inoue's room. He saw a picture or two of Sora, some of her friends, a few stuffed animals, and her schoolwork.
She shifted slightly in her sleep, and Ichigo's gaze fell on her. He walked over to her bed, and knelt down until he was level with her. He was silent for a little while, struggling for words. He rested his chin on her bed, and subconsciously laid his hand over her hand. "Inoue..." He paused, and sighed. "I'm not totally sure why I came here, of all places. I mean, you're my nakama, but I wonder why I chose to come here?" He shook his head, and half-smiled. "Or maybe I already do, and I'm just too dense to realize it."
He lifted his head, and put his arm underneath it before settling his head on it. He felt restless, but at the same time, he didn't want to move or leave. Ever. In that small room, with Inoue, he felt safe. A safe haven from the storm. His last bit of peace before he had to go into the violent, dangerous world of Hueco Mundo.
"I don't know what will happen to me, or what's going to happen in the future." He saddened as he thought of the possibility he might never see home again. "There's a lot I want to do yet: things to see, people I want to meet, places I want to go, but..." He shook his head. "I'm going to protect everyone, and I'm going to protect you. I promised you as much, and I will uphold that, even if that means I can't see you."
HIs heart wrenched at the thought, and he felt his throat tighten. He gasped out a small breath, squeezing his eyes shut until the feeling passed. He placed his other hand on top of Inoue's, and squeezed her small hand between his. "It sucks. I want to be able to see you again, but I..."
I have to keep her, and the others, safe from Aizen. Even if that means I have to go away, I'll do it.
"I'm sorry, that I have to leave you though. I hope someday, everyone will understand why. And I'm sorry I can't fulfill my promise to you in person, but..." He stood up, and gave her tiny hand another squeeze before letting go. Not knowing what possessed him, he leaned down, and kissed her forehead. "Maybe I can in the next lifetime. Inoue, take care of everyone, and... good-bye."
He stepped back, his legs feeling heavy, and looked over her one more time before he walked through her wall, and into the night.
When the sun filtered in a few hours later, Orihime quickly sat up, her chest heaving as she fought off the overwhelming feeling of dread. "It... it must have been a dream, but it felt so real. Kurosaki-kun was-"
She sensed his reiatsu, small but present. She glanced around, and while trying to locate it, placed her hand to her forehead. She froze, and focused on her hand. His reiatsu is on my hand, and I think even on my forehead. Why is it...?
Hitsugaya pounded on Orihime's door. She hurried out of bed, and slipped on a robe before opening the door. Her heart pounded when she saw his worried look. "What's wrong?"
"We have a meeting with the general-commander. Kurosaki's gone missing."
No! Orihime hid her panic and nodded, promising to be there once she was dressed. She closed the door, and silently prayed to her brother for strength to endure whatever was ahead.—
fly (глава 286):
Ичиго, наконец, смог расслабиться. Орихиме была перед ним в полной безопасности теперь, хоть и ушиблена, и обуглена, но все еще прекрасна как всегда.
Она спросила его: "Ты в порядке, Куросаки-кун?"
Он не мог придумать никакого другого ответа, кроме как сказать ей "да".
Тебе разве не о себе следует волноваться в первую очередь сейчас? Подумал он про себя, чувствуя облегчение от того, что она находила в себе силы волноваться о нем и полностью игнорировать раны на теле.
Это Иноуэ, в конце концов. Огромное спасибо.
Следующие несколько секунд пронеслись в мгновение ока. Чувствуя внезапное изменение в весе, он был поднят в воздух и перекинут через плечо Орихиме.
Настолько быстро, что он даже не успел удивиться.
"Что ты делаешь, Иноуэ?"
"Собираюсь спустить тебя вниз. Спрыгнуть будет быстрее, разве нет? "
Ичиго ощутил, как его лица заливает краска. Это было странно, невероятно, но, тем не менее, это происходило.
"Но.." Он пытался протестовать.
"Я - парень.."
Иноуэ усмехнулась и ответила. "Не волнуйся, я была чемпионкой по тяжелой атлетике среди учениц на Олимпийском фестивале в прошлом году"
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Juuri (глава 349):
читать дальшеHer body dropped surprisingly fast, yet in his eyes it took forever. Forever to watch the blood pouring from the fatal wound that the devil had inflicted on her. Forever for it to register in his mind that she would not live. "No," he choked out as the realization dawned on him, emotions surfacing at the same moment. "No, NOOOO!!!" He stumbled forward, desperate to catch her before she hit the ground, casting his sword to the side without a second thought. "SHIT!" Her body crashed into him and his shakiness combined with the sudden addition of weight to his arms caused him to fall to his knees.
The blood. There was so much fucking blood. "NOT AGAIN!" Ichigo screamed. "THIS CAN'T FUCKING HAPPEN!" He was nine years old again and his mother's blood was pouring onto him. Except that he was sixteen and his mother was long dead; the blood staining his shinigami robes belonged to Inoue Orihime. He began to choke; his eyes began to burn. A voice sounded behind him, it was the voice of that same devil. "It is useless. You cannot resurrect the dead." There was no rational part of Ichigo's mind to compute to him that this was true, instead he screeched, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was crumbling, his promise was broken, right before his very eyes, and he should have been able to stop it. He was broken, but in a different way then her; liquid splattered onto her face, staining it and dripping down her cold white cheeks and drawing attention to her once warm brown eyes. No, he thought, her eyes are still alive, she's still there. Fuck, why the hell am I so useless. WHY? Help me...help me... He clutches her body closer and screams, "HELP ME KEEP MY PROMISE!!"
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18.06.2009 в 17:13Орихиме - пещерный человек))))