Soundless Wings [Ichigo Kurosaki]

Pink and Strawberry Orange

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"There's a saying about people who seem so cold. Callous people just need a warm heart to melt their frozen one."

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Hitomi Kiyoshi, the petite girl who had just moved into the peaceful town called Karakura Town. She was one of those many people who blended into the crowd as if she was somebody's shadow; nothing more than your average seventeen-year-old girl. Despite her appearance, she was simply average all around.

"Normal is nothing but a burden. . ."

That's everyone's view on the pinkish orange-haired girl who only stands at four foot ten inches. For a long time, she considered herself abnormal on many levels of what people would call "normal."

Her words, her life. She was one of the unique ones. Being very spiritually aware, she was only able to hide in everyone's shadows for so long. Her thick, wavy hair caught the attention from most all because of the peculiar color that was certainly deemed natural and not dyed. To add on to the ongoing list, she was more observant than others with her navy blue eyes in which did not pair well with her callous nature.

Here she was, in front of the small house that she had to share with her adoptive mother, Haruka, and her younger sister, Tsunami. Truthfully, she envied her sister's appearance in which she deemed to resemble their biological mother's looks in a way. Hitomi watched as her little sister trotted up the steps of the two-story house: her long, straight platinum blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders as she gave a little pep to every step she took. Hitomi sighed quietly before taking a box of her belongings and walking up the steps into the house.

Plain and simple was the first thought that arrived in her mind when she entered a cream-colored bedroom. She slid the box over by the small walk-in closet before trudging over to the window. Peering out, her dark blue orbs spotted a building with "Kurosaki Clinic" as it's title. Tilting her head, she then decided to head back downstairs to gather the rest of her boxes. Across the street, she could see her adoptive mother already getting acquainted with a few neighbors.

Shrugging it off, Hitomi ignored it and grabbed another small box before her gaze landed upon a tall male with bright, spiky orange hair. She blinked a few times before she finally came to her senses, realizing what she was doing, and carried the box over to the front porch in a in a hurried manner.

"Hitomi! Come over here!" Her adoptive mother called out.

Hilton sighed quietly, pushing the long side braid that she put her hair up in to the side before tucking a strand of her bangs behind her ear and walking over.

"Isshin, this is my daughter, Hitomi," Haruka announced.

"Well, it's nice to meet your daughter. She seems to be just perfect," Isshin responded.

"Perfect never existed in the first place though," Hitomi thought.

The first thing that came to the mind of Hitomi was that Isshin must be fantasizing things right at this moment. The pink-orange haired girl glanced around again before turning her attention back to Isshin.

"Ichigo!!! Get over here so you can greet our kind neighbors!" Isshin bellowed.

Hilton sighed mentally, already labeling this adult to be a lunatic by his loud voice and very odd comments. When she saw that this Ichigo was the orange haired teen she saw earlier, her thoughts shifted slightly as it seemed that his appearance her and her adoptive mother was somewhat reluctant.

"Well it is very nice to meet you, Ichigo. This girl here is-" Haruka stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Hitomi had disappeared from her standing spot. "Well then. . ."