Ichigo Love Story

A Key For the Heart (Ichigo Love Story)

Chapter One

 “Well hey there! Been a while huh?” I beamed brightly, staring at myself in the mirror. Turning from side to side, I looked myself up and down, a large grin spread over my lips. Man, things have changed so much since that last time.

With a soft huff, I shook my head. No. It’s been well over a year since the last time I’d even seen the boy that claimed my heart. And every day, since I left, I never forgot it. I loved him more now than I ever did before.

            This boy never ceased to amaze me. He was strong, handsome, and unique. His personality was out of league from anyone else. There was definitely one thing that I knew better than anyone else. I was head over heels in love with him.

            Looking myself in the mirror, once again, I stared at my features, narrowing my eyes the slightest bit. Did he still care about me at all? Or was he in love with someone else now? Frowning to myself, I ran a hand through my hair. I wasn’t exactly attractive, but I liked to believe I was cute. Frowning more, I pushed my hair back, tying it up, then turned away from the mirror, ignoring the shinigami attire that clung to my body. Since the last time I saw Ichigo Kurosaki, I confess, I put on some weight. All from muscles. My hair was short as well. Barely fit into a pony tail. This time, the purple no longer clutched onto the honey brown hair.

            I’d been requested earlier that day to meet up with Ms. Kuchiki, to discuss some ‘important information’. I wasn’t sure what that entirely consisted of, but I was confident that it was fixated on none other than Soul Society. Since the defeat of Aizen, things have quieted down around here. Everyone had been training more and more.

            “Alright, let’s go.” I spoke to myself, blowing bangs out of my face.

            The Seiretei was still such a beautiful place to be. It was mundane, but I couldn’t ask for anything else. Buildings stood in the same place for many centuries. Soul Reapers training, learning new techniques. Some were even restarting from the basics, in hopes to become better at what they already know.

            Ever since Aizen’s attack, they were all paranoid. Not that I wasn’t. I didn’t want to fight and die trying to protect something I love. There was no point if it guaranteed my death. I wished to protect everyone.

            The walk was nothing special. Only thing to entertain me was my thoughts. Thinking back on all those I knew, and how I wished for nothing more than to… well. It didn’t matter.

            The wind was gentle, as if trying to persuade my mind. A frown, once again, swept over my lips.

            Why did I have this reoccurring feeling that something was going on, and I didn’t know about it? Since several months ago, I noticed a change taking place, and I just couldn’t pick up on why I felt this way. It was annoying.

            Walking to the barracks Rukia was at, I knocked against the door, making the sound loud. After several seconds, the door to the office opened, with a face to greet me from the female that held only a few inches on top of myself. Still annoyed with this fact, I gave her my hello, nodding my head.

            “So, you wanted to talk?”

            With a smile, she nodded for me to enter before closing the door behind me. Then she made way to a desk, seating herself. “Onii-san is letting me use his office while he’s out training. He knew I had something important to tell you, Hayai.”

            “And that would be?” I questioned, urging her to continue.

            A grin spread over her lips with a chuckle that made me all the more curious. Pushing a cup towards me, she grabbed her own, taking a drink from it.

            “….Rukia…” I spoke softly, giving her a slight pout. I wanted to know what was going on. This scared me somewhat. Taking the cup she’d given me, I leaned back into my own chair, swirling the liquid within the cup, staring at it. She’d made tea.

            “Hayai, are you away of what a fullbringer is?”

            Looking back up at her, I shook my head; having never heard the phrase before. “What is it?”

            “More or less, they’re a spiritually aware human who can manifest objects to do what they wish. They manipulate the souls within the objects, and use them to fight.”

            “Is that a bad thing?” I questioned, a bit intrigued with the idea.

            “In this case, yes. Has anyone told you what’s been going on with Ichigo?” She questioned.

            An immediate change hit my composure. I was leaning up in my seat, hands on the desk, eyes wide. “What happened to him?” I asked in urgency and worry.

            “He’s fine, now.” She smiled. “My brother and I, Renji, Toshiro, Ikkaku and Kenpachi went to the world of the living and handled the situation. They’d persuaded Ichigo to train under them, and they awaked his abilities as a fullbringer. Afterwords, Ginjou stole Ichigo’s abilities. That’s when I stabbed him with a sword with our spiritual pressure, reawakening his own abilities since he gave them up before hand…”

            “Rukia… are you saying..”

            “Hayai.. You finally have the chance to confess your feelings to him.”

            “Wh-whaaa. No!” I shook my head. “I do not feel anything towards that idiot. Nope. Nothing at all.”

            “It’s too obvious it hurts.” She groaned softly, reaching over and hitting me over the head. “Go back and tell him. Toru told us all about that conversation~” She teased.

            “Toru… and here I thought I could trust him.” I replied, looking away with a grumpy pout. “Still, it wouldn’t do me any good anyways. It’s been well over a year. He’s most likely moved on anyways. Or at least, I hope he has.”

            “Honestly?”

            Did I honestly want him to be happy with someone else? Well… I know I wanted him to be happy. I also knew our age gap wasn’t okay. He was human. I was dead. Even if we felt a connection, we couldn’t do anything else about it. Facts were facts. But, the fact was, I loved that idiot.

            “I’m not entirely sure anymore.” I spoke softly. “Doesn’t matter though. Thanks for informing though.”

            “Hayai, forgot to tell ya’ one last thing. Captain Yamamoto has requested you go to Kurakara Town and watch over for Hollows.”

            I stared at her for a few minutes. It seemed she had it all planned out already. So even if I wasn’t going to argue with her about the matter, I had no choice but to face him.