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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Mar 3, 2015 11:48:46 GMT -6
Ichigo walked back over to Rukia as Grimmjow's energy vanished, resisting all of a moment before leaning heavily on her. She let him. Slowly the hollow side of him stopped the worst of the bleeding, and then the darkness left his eyes. "It's not over. I won't give up hope." Rukia scoffed. "I am not sure your dad is going to think you're clinging to hope when you're covered in this much blood." It was Ichigo's turn to scoff. "You don't know my Old Man." A glimmer of a smile grew on his pale, bloodless face. "I never give up." He set his head on top of Rukia's. "She'll come back. She has to." Vacanze appeared then and between the two of them, they got Ichigo back to the shop to rest and heal. It wasn't until the next day that they realized that Orihime was in fact, back.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 11:42:30 GMT -6
"Change": (continue) Sojiro shrugged and told her how he had finished with the second level workbook already and that his teacher would probably go to the library to find him some new reading materials. He wanted more science books, not more stories. Kita ruffled his head. “You know, there are some good stories out there.” Soji grimaced and pushed his hair down. “Not what we’re reading at school. I want to make another volcano explode.” Kita laughed again and they continued on their way. Sojiro looked up at her, eyes slightly narrowed in concentration. “Mom, can I give you my birthday present now?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 25, 2015 12:50:22 GMT -6
Kita was still smiling as she looked back to her son. "You don't want to wait?"
Sojiro shook his head as he looked up at her.
"Alright then I don't think it would matter if you gave it to me now." His mother told him. She looked her son over and smiled. "You have something on your mind don't you?"
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 13:08:17 GMT -6
Sojiro nodded and tugged his mom to a stop. Standing up straight, he smiled widely. “Mom, I am going to change my last name. That’s your present. Sojiro Miyamoto. Now, you’ll never be alone.” His grin grew and his eyes twinkled as he spread his arms. “Happy Birthday, Mom.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 25, 2015 13:19:53 GMT -6
Kita smiled brightly cupping his face with both her hands and kissed his cheek. Lowering her self to her knees in front of him, she took his hands in hers giving them a gentle squeeze. "Thank you Sojiro, but I am not alone. I have you and your father, and everyone at the shop. Yumiko, Orihime, Ichigo and his family. Vale and then there is all our friends and family at the soul society. I have never been alone. I appreciate the thought and the gesture. I do,"
She lifted her hand brushing his bangs from his eyes like she always had his father, "but what about your father? If you change your last name, your father will be the one all alone. He is the only Ichimaru that I know of still alive today."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 13:28:28 GMT -6
Sojiro tilted his head at his mom. “But Mom, Kisuke says he’s always been alone. He’s never had a family. He doesn’t miss anyone like you miss your parents. As long as he has us, he’ll be happy. The last name doesn’t matter. I look like him, right? But you had a family and lost it. For Dad and me. I want to be your new family. I want to carry on your legacy!”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 25, 2015 13:39:39 GMT -6
A tear trickled down her cheek as she hugged Sojiro. "Yes we are his family, but we are all he has." She pulled back from the hug and looked into his pale blue eyes. "I do miss your Grandma and Grandpa, but one day I will get to see them again. Your father doesn't have that luxury. His family is gone. You and I are all that's left for him. Don't you think he would like his legacy to live on through you with his name?"
She shook her head, "looks are not enough. The name is what matters. There are other Miyamoto's out there to carry on my family name. You and your father are the only Ichimaru's alive today. I think that makes the two of you very special in a highly unique way."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -6
Sojiro lowered his, mulling over her argument. He didn’t want to make his mother sad, but he had thought about this. “Most people don’t like the name Ichimaru,” he murmured. He lifted his head. “They think it’s bad luck. I don’t want to be bad luck. I don’t want Dad to see bad luck. I want the name of light. Mi-ya-moto. I want Dad to see light and hope!”
He paused. "Dad is special because of you. I want him to see that. When he wakes up."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 25, 2015 15:02:16 GMT -6
Kita cupped his little face again and smiled brightly at him as she shook her head. "A name is not bad luck. Your father chose the path he did to protect someone he loved very much and still loves to this day. What he did was not dishonorable. It was very honorable. Yes, he lived a life of hell for choosing this path, but it was a risk and a life he was willing to live to avenge his love." She pulled him into another hug, "all your father has to do is look at you and he will see all the light he needs. You out shine even my light, Sojiro. You have given me hope in times I felt the world was caving in on me. You have a chance to make the Ichimaru name great. To make it better, to revive it." She pulled back and looked into his eyes again.
"You and your father can take a stand together when he finally wakes and show the ones that have cursed the Ichimaru name that they were and are wrong. The Ichimaru name is a proud and honorable name and I myself would be proud to bear that name if it were possible."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 16:45:42 GMT -6
Sojiro frowned in thought and then jumped as his watch beeped. “AAAH!” He grabbed his mother’s wrist and tugged her down the street. “I am LATE!! MOOOOM, YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ON A B-DAY GIFT! WE’RE LAAAAAAATE!” He ran as fas as Kita would let him, knowing Old Man Gary would have something to say about this. “MOOOM, FASTER, WE NEEED TO GOOO FASTER!”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 25, 2015 17:04:23 GMT -6
Kita chuckled softly as he drug her behind him. "I am tired, Sojiro. I worked all day. On my feet. I think Mr. Faux will understand."
"Nooooo mom. I told him we would be there at four." Sojiro looked at his watch. "It's two minutes past."
"Oh no~" Kita exclaimed her eyes wide, her free hand up in the air. "Its the end of the world because we are two minutes late." Kita playfully poked Sojiro in the shoulder. "Take a chill pill Ichigo Junior. Mr. Faux is not going to get bent out of shape and try to behead us because we are little late."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 25, 2015 17:32:18 GMT -6
Sojiro shook his head emphatically. “NOOOO Mom, you’re wrong. He won’t behead us, but he’ll take it out on me in the chess game! He’ll slaughter me before I have time to figure out his strategy! “ His bright blue eyes begged for his mother to understand. “PLEEAASE! I need time to prepare my new strategy. PLEASE Hurry!” "Alright. Alright," Kita replied as she picked up her pace."Thank you," Sojiro said moving a little faster now as the two quickly made their way to the park.Moved
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on Jun 6, 2015 14:50:17 GMT -6
"Sweet Scent" (continued)
"Ok, first thing's first!" Vacanze smirked and pulled out the red Acceleration Perfume. "Let's race!" Yoruichi's expression was none too enthused. "Oh come on! You can't tell me you're not at least a little curious as to whether you're faster or the potion? Since he gave it to me, I can take it and race you! After all, fast as you are, I'd probably be dangerous for you to take it."
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Post by Yoruichi Shihoin on Jun 6, 2015 14:55:13 GMT -6
Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "Of course you would choose the most dangerous one first." She shook her head. "And did you not hear Kisuke say it would give the inhaler 'inhuman speed?'"
Vacanze gave her a look. "And what are we? Last time I checked, neither of us were human."
Yoruichi raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "Point taken. Alright. Let's stick to the rooftops though. I'd rather not freak out the locals with 'Unseen Flying Objects.'"
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on Jun 6, 2015 15:23:52 GMT -6
An excited grin remained plastered to Vacanze's face as the two jumped up onto the rooftops. Yoruichi stood next to him as he opened the cork of the red bottle only slightly, letting a small amount slip through the opening. He inhaled the red perfume, which had a pleasant smell to it, just as Kisuke said it would. It had the scent of cinnamon and apples that reminded him of apple pie. It was mouthwatering. This surprised Vacanze, as he suspected Kisuke might play a trick on them. However, at the thought of it, he realized that if they smelled bad, no one would fall for their effects.
"Feel any different?" Yoruichi asked him.
Vacanze laughed. "Other than a boost to my ego, not really." He slipped the vial into his kimono and turned to Yoruichi. "Ready?" She nodded with a grin. "Go!" Vacanze sonido'ed across the rooftops. The instant he entered sonido, he felt his body jolt forward. The wind whipped through is hair, getting it in his face at times. When he looked over to his right, Yoruichi was right next to him.
So one dose is as fast as Yoruichi? Let's see what a second dose does.
He uncorked it and took another whiff, and there was a sudden burst of speed that almost made him drop the bottle. When he looked behind him, Yoruichi was way behind him. His eyes widened in shock at the amount of speed just two doses of the potion could give him. He looked back to the bottle, wondering who these were for. They had to be for someone who didn't have powers like the Soul Reapers and himself. And if that was the case, it would be good to know what the safety limit was. He uncorked the bottle once more, taking a third, but smaller whiff. In the moment he did, the wind was knocked out of him as his speed increased to godly. His grip tightened on the bottle and his vision went strobe white then to black and back to white. He barely felt his feet leave the ground. The next thing he knew, he was slamming hard into something, hearing a cracking noise of what he thought was either his bones or shingles on the roof. He tipped over backwards and fell downwards before slamming to a stop and blacking out.
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