OrangeFlames
Planetoid
- Joined
- Sep 11, 2015
- Location
- USA, N.C.
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' How long had it been since I met him? I can't even remember the last time he and I actually spoke. As he sits here sleeping now, all I can do is smile and wonder what he has been through. '
•◆ Ichigo stared at the sleeping form of Toshiro. Inside of the corner Kurosaki house there was nothing but silence. His father and sisters were away on a small trip. Kon and Rukia were in the Seireitei for business reasons. The day just was one of those early fall season day, the ones where it was ever so slightly chilly outside. The Sun loomed overhead in a partially cloudy sky. There was a small breeze that swept through the otherwise peaceful town. Ichigo stared down at the mass of white hair that belonged to the young captain. His fingers idly spread through the solid white straws of hair. His touch was firm yet gentle. How did they end up this way? What made him decide to be with someone this much younger than he was? There were so many questions and yet so little answers. Still he would just wait until the sleeping boy was to wake. Then he could show him what it was like to live in his world.