Disrupted🪭

5 - Familiarity For The Win

Ichigo looked at the ceiling as he thought about what he was going to do. He didn’t like the fact that Old Man Kuchiki had made him Byakuya’s trainer. He hated that he was teaching the first opponent that was so hard to overcome. Aizen was definitely the worst he had had to deal with so far but along with Kenpachi and Ulquirra, Byakuya was one of the most intense of fighters he had had to deal with. Byakuya was so precise and graceful, never letting the words of his opponent get to him and making him make rash decisions, unlike himself. Byakuya -older Byakuya that is- had told him many times that his rash actions caused Ichigo to do things out of anger, making him predictable. If Older Byakuya was able to keep so calm, then how was the younger version going to do that with Ichigo as a teacher?

Ichigo sighed and looked at his hands. Besides, Ichigo thought. By doing the Final Zangetsu on Aizen, my powers are waning. How will I be able to teach him anything? That, and my Hollow powers will definitely not be accepted here. Ichigo wondered if he would ever be able to get back to his own time and if things will change if he tried to leave now. He wanted nothing more than to get up and try to go through the Precipice World back to Karakura Town but the words Old Man Kuchiki had said to him made him stay. What if it @was@ because of Ichigo’s skills as a teacher that made Byakuya so good?

The thought of it made Ichigo shake his head in confusion. Disrupting time by being however many years back he was was giving him a headache. He hated that no one knew what he was talking about or who he was talking about. All of his friends either were not in existence or were not at the levels they should be and thus, were never really heard of and definitely never heard of him. He was a stranger to everyone. He hated knowing things about people and yet being looked at like a creep or a dangerous person.

Ichigo finally turned over in the futon and fell asleep, though it was a hard sleep to come by.

There was a small knock on Ichigo’s sliding door but Ichigo didn’t really hear it. He had had such a hard time falling asleep that he was now in a deep sleep. The door slid open and Misaka walked in, sitting on her knees beside Ichigo and shaking his shoulder. Ichigo moaned and swatted her hand away from his face.

“Young man, you must get up.” She said, shaking his shoulder again.

Ichigo made an inaudible sound as he turned away from her.

Misaka, used to trying to get Byakuya up, stood up fluidly and sighed to herself. She bent over and proceeded to snatch the covers away from the sleeping teens’ body. His body immediately tensed more in the fetal position and he opened an eye.

“Kurosaki-san, you must get up in order to train Young Master Byakuya.” Misaka said dryly as she folded the covers in her arms.

Ichigo shivered a little but got up as Misaka left. He was pretty much half asleep but found his clothes and zanpakuto and strapped his sandals on. He yawned, stretching a little as he walked out of the room.

After asking two of the guards where to get to the dining area, he finally found it. Byakuya, Kintano, and Ginrei all at the table eating food. Upon seeing Ichigo, Byakuya waved him over and pointed to the pillow beside him so that he would sit by him. Ichigo reluctantly sat beside him, folding his legs Indian style. A maid walked over and began to dip him rice into a small rice bowl and pouring him tea.

“How was your sleep, Kurosaki-san?” Ginrei asked as he sipped some tea.

“It was good.” Ichigo answered, messing with his rice for a little bit.

“I’m glad that it was satisfactory for you.”

“When will Kurosaki-sama get to teach me how to fight, Grandfather?” Byakuya asked.