Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Destructive Paths ❯ Ichigo's Musing ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Bleach Characters are courtesy of Tite Kubo. Kirotsuchi Azami is my own creation.

 

 

Ichigo's POV

 

I looked down at the girl I was carrying, my white shirt was completely stained with her blood; I knew Hanatarou would be at Urahara's shop, and I needed the relief specialist more than ever right now.

 

I growled softly as I continued to feel her reiatsu going down, it was barely a simmer of power surges now, but that was a good sign; it was showing her will to live, if she kept causing it to surge, she'd run out of reiatsu and die in my arms…and I couldn't stand that.

 

I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore, but luckily I had reached the Urahara Store and I pushed inward without care.

 

“Urahara, Hanatarou!” I shouted loudly, graced with the rush of footsteps coming toward the front area of the store; more of her blood covered me now and I looked toward the two pleadingly. I saw Kisuke make a face and tightened my grip on Azami as he stepped closer, then…he took her from my grasp.

 

I watched Kisuke look from the girl now in his arms to Hanatarou, and the shorter male nodded. They walked off to a room within the back and I followed slowly behind, I wanted to make sure they healed her; or at least Hanatarou healed her.

 

A sigh came past my lips as I slumped down against the wall, it was four o'clock in the morning; I was going to skip school today, for sure. I watched as Hanatarou preformed his procedures, I knew they were going to be better than what my dad had done; and I was right.

 

After a few moments I saw Azami's left hand twitch just slightly, and watched her lips move. “Kurosaki-san, it seems she's calling for you…” I heard Kisuke say, and I nodded slightly, slowly moving toward Hanatarou and Azami.

 

My heart wrenched in my chest, what the hell was going on, I knew I couldn't stand watching girls get hurt, but man…this was just fucked up. Maybe it was because she looked so much like Rukia, that I was feeling this way, I don't even know! I wanted to slam my head into a steel girder, just to see if I was seeing right.

 

“Finally,” I heard Hanatarou say. His voice was filled with drowsiness, and I looked toward him. He looked as if he were about to faint, and Kisuke waved him off to bed. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again I found Renji seated on the floor across from me; I looked toward where his eyes were, and then looked directly to his eyes.

 

He had tears sliding down his face, was he upset about something? God, why was this all so fucking confusing?! It wasn't fair, the gods had taken Rukia away just last month, took her away for good. And then this girl shows up…it was almost as if the gods were trying to make up for what they did, but nothing can atone for the loss of Rukia. Everyone loved Rukia, everyone.