Guess I have to say thanks (Ichigoxreader)

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(Your point of view)

"Ichigo?" I murmured in complete shock. It was Ichigo, but he had a Hollow mask on his face! A Hollow mask! His eyes were black with yellow irises and there was a smirk plastered across his face. Ichigo wouldn't normally have any form of smile on his face for that long. Normally it would return to his signature scowl quite quickly. The mask was broken, only showing up on half of his face. "You should really take care of yourself. It's like no human knows how to here," Ichigo chuckled. This isn't Ichigo while being Ichigo. What is this thing!? Why is it doing this!? Why must I always have more questions than answers?

"I'm the sword," it spoke. The sword. Are you kidding me? It's the sword!? "Every soul reaper has a zanpukto. The being inside the sword that lives. Originally, there was Zangetsu and the Hollow in Ichigo just in sword. Then they fused and now you got me. The brilliant Zangetsu," it continued to explain. This is madness. It was madness from the beginning and it still is madness. "And those Hollows over there want you. You have a lot of spiritual energy." It jumped from Hollow to Hollow, killing everyone of them while I was thrown over it's shoulder. After a while, some other soul reapers, I believe they were anyway, came and started taking care of the Hollows. "Well, looks like that's taken care of."

It landed on the ground and dropped me onto the pavement. It instantly started to struggle with itself, trying to take the mask off. "Looks like I don't get the crown for long, huh?" It sighed before the mask was torn from Ichigo's face. The white and colour returned to Ichigo's eyes as the mask was ripped off. Is he okay? "Sorry about that," Ichigo apologised. "I reckon that there are just going to be more Hollows coming, so come stay at my house for a little while. It has a spare room and I'll be able to protect you." I nodded in agreement. He picked me up and swung me over his shoulders. I can't say I'm surprised that people keep doing this.

Half way back to the house, Ichigo toppled over onto the pavement - bringing me with him. "Hey you alright there, Ichigo?" I asked with concern. I wormed myself out from under him and helped him up. "Yeah, I'm alright. Zangetsu likes taking my body to it's limits," Ichigo slurred. I barely made out what he said. "You look very alright. Come on, I'll give you a hand." I sighed. I wrapped Ichigo's arm round my neck and put his round mine. "I'm going to look really silly walking like this." Ichigo shook his head. "Not like you didn't look ridiculous being upside down in mid air," he pointed out.

"I, uh. Fine. Check mate. You got me," I groaned. "You really are an enigma, Ichigo. So skinny yet so muscular. You have spikey orange hair, which is quite unusual. You also ended up being a soul reaper and have a Hollow inside you." He shot a glare at me. "Is there a problem with my hair?" He hissed. Damn, he's scary when he wants to be. Actually, no, scratch that. Scary to outsiders, scary to friends when he wants to be. Permanent scowl. Never forget the permanent scowl. "No, not at all." I replied. Hair hair hair. Sucks he was bullied for his hair. I actually quite like it. It's nice and different. I ruffled his hair. And quite soft despite looking spikey. "I actually really like your hair. A lot." I gave him a smile.

The man weakly rubbed the spot I touched. I could have sworn I saw his face with a tint of Ted. "...thanks." He mumbled. "Awww, Ichigo embarrassed?" I teased. "I'm not embarrassed," he retorted. "I can see the red on your face. I'm not looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses. I can see red," I continued. My smile turned to a smirk. My eyes told tales to Ichigo about the truth he denied. "I'm not embarrassed," Ichigo murmured. He adverted his gaze and his body tensed up slightly. "Then are you..." I began. I leaned in close to his ears. "Shy?" You got to be something and you're certainly not hot. Not hot weather wise I mean. You're actually quite good lookin- what am I thinking? He's widowed and has a kid. Probably not looking for anyone else anyways. He's my friend. Best to keep it that way.

I opened the door to Kurosaki clinic. "Go get in your body, then. I'll help you up to your bed, make some tea and leave." I ordered. He nodded and did as I said. I helped him up to his room and closed the door behind me. Kazui's was down the hall. Maybe I'll go check on him. I opened the door to the child's room. "Hey, Kazui. How you doing?" I inquired. His head snapped round to face me; a smile formed on his face the moment he saw me. "Good, thank you." He answered. So cute. "Take care of your daddy for me. I have to go in a second," I told him. Kazui nodded and I left the room. Quickly, I made some tea and gave it to Ichigo. Before I left the household, Kazui stopped me. "Will you be my new mummy?" He asked. I don't think I could ever replace Orihime in anyway... I don't know. "I don't know. That's all up to your dad," I smiled. I left the Kurosaki household.