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𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅'𝙳, 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅'𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴.

— Edgar Allan Poe
"Alone"

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    Odd little thing life was. One moment, a bright and horrifically wonderful day of sun and cheer; the next, a dreadful day of mourning and sublime storms to run and chase and howl with.

  Odd little thing life was. Loved and cherished by those who wish to live; then hated by the very same who falsely accuse death of their misfortune and misconstrue the fact that it is life that brings misfortune to itself and to themselves, not the beauty of death.

  Life's eternal manipulation is quite admirable and such a joy to witness! To watch it all from the romance of oblivion and the embrace of death, a magnificent form of entertainment.

  Unfortunately, not many see what life truly was. Not many realize that death is the comfort of a mother, the devotion of a lover, the salvation of one's own person. The fact that people don't have eyes like Ichigo is something that Kurosaki Ichigo laments over constantly. Gold, yet many confuse it to be tawny brown in the light. Such a pity!

  Only Ichigo's family has the same eyes. Blood confused with velvet brown. Oblivion confused with black. Rose gold confused with copper. Obsidian confused with dark grey.

  It was terrific, but still so amazing to watch those same eyes love death like Ichigo does. And terrific in its old definition and the only definition Ichigo knows; causing terror. A beautiful emotion, terror is. It's known to cause literal death! Oh, how envy crawls through Ichigo's veins for those killed by terror...

  Well, it isn't all lost. After all, there's another family just like Ichigo's. The family that took Kurosaki in like they were always a part of it. It made sense. Dark Places came from the Earth, so Kurosaki being taken in by Addams was never a surprise. It was more of a surprise that it took so long honestly.

  Of course to even create Dark Places against the Earth, one must have Fire. It hasn't happened yet, but Ichigo is quite excited for the day that Shiba is brought in with the Ritual. All in due time. Ichigo has more important things to do at the moment... like dealing with the reaper that had trespassed the sacred territory Kurosaki has claimed and protected for centuries!

  Odd little thing life was. One second of eternity, it held a routine that was impossible to change; the next era, it explodes and destroys itself with a single abhorrently magnanimous second of rebirth. Odd little thing life was.

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    Ichigo tends to the vines of the gloriosa superba that had long since invaded the room through most of the kōshi-mado panels. It creeped up the wall and hung down from the ceiling with its clawed petals of flames. It brought a hellish color in an otherwise dead bedroom. The only splash of color Ichigo needed.

  A hum leaves pale lips as Ichigo quietly snips away all of the dead leaves and wilted flowers, letting them rain down against the ancient wood floors; carefully avoided as they were needed for many crowns and bouquets. The only working kōshi-mado was slid open, letting in a warm breeze and the soft light of the full moon.

  One of the trailing vines wraps around two fingers, making Ichigo pause. With a head tilt, long talons painted black twirl around the vine and lightly scrape against a lily petal.