20: The Festival

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Izana sat by the river happily hugging her new plushie. Toshiro came over and sat by her " hey. "

Izana: hitsugaya. Look. Look!! Papa played a game and won me this big elephant plushie!! Mama got me a cute mask!!

Toshiro: you're really enjoying yourself. Where did they go?

Izana: papa and mama? Dating alone. I'm satisfied with these. Hehe.

Toshiro: that's easily satisfied.

Izana: hitsugaya. You came to join the festival too?

Toshiro: kind of.

Izana : what is, Kind of ? Yes or no?

Toshiro: you want to go to the festival with me?

Izana: ... Sure.

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She stuffed her mouth with food . Takoyaki. Taiyaki. Dangos. Pancakes. She went to the dessert store " strawberry cream crepe please. "

Toshiro: don't you feel full?

Izana: full? No. Happy. Eating is happiness.

Toshiro: I see.

She takes over the crepe and accidentally gets cream onto her scarf " ah... It's dirty now. " He cold laughs and gets out a tissue. He tries to wipe it off " you'll have to wash it. "

Izana: gomen... I got it dirty.

Toshiro: you like the scarf a lot?

Izana: well... It's the only scarf I have.

He cold laughed again.

Izana: what?

Toshiro: nothing. I'm just happy you liked the scarf I bought for you .

She blushed hard " ... " She turned away and walked ahead. He chased up after her .
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Remia: izana. Time to go home.

Izana: ok! Bye bye hitsugaya. My mama called me to go home.

Toshiro: see you tomorrow at school.
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Izana: did both of you have fun?

Urahara: that's the question we should ask you.

Remia: but we did.

Izana : arigato. For giving me the chance tonight. Mama. Papa.

She looks to her watch as it stroked twelve " I won't go back on my word. Urahara-san. Mama. "

Remia: izana...

Urahara: izana. You don't have to call me urahara-san anymore.

Izana: ... Eh... Really...?

Urahara: really.

She hugs urahara as tears flowed down her cheek " papa. " He hugs her back " izana. "


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