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Stealing a car

A huff pressed out of the females lips, her fingers tapped on the wheel. She groaned, she didn’t want to listen, even if she was going to listen she wasn’t one to overly care. Maybe she should act her age, but what even was her age? She was stuck in this damn body she could live the dreams she wanted to when she was younger right? If what she was told was correct, she had already lived this part of her life.

     Her fingers pressed onto her forehead, maybe this was an awful idea what if she got the other hurt or herself? Both would end in Isshin giving her that look, the look she hated so much. She shut her eyes shaking her head.

         “I was kinda hoping that something would make me remember..”

Or maybe she wasn’t allowed to remember, maybe her fate was going to stay at the age of seventeen. Karin was her child, Masaki hated that she hated not remembering her she hated not knowing anything about her.

                  “--..I hate this, I mean...I just kinda want to be here for you, all of you.”

                               Pushing herself away from the driver’s seat she smiled.

"Did you eat enough today?"

"Are you still hungry?"

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you need me to spend the night?"

"My phone will be right by my pillow."

"Call me, please."

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

"I've got your back."

"I appreciate what you do for me."

"Don't forget to buckle up."

"Put the phone away while you're driving."

"Call me when you get there."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

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Kissing your muse

                      “Inoue-Chan.~”

   The female hummed looking at the female, the female she was pretty sure that was swooning over Ichigo. Masaki might not have her full memory, but at this point in time she is aware of Ichigo being her son and how Orihime acted around him.

              Orihime seemed to act like the Quincy did around Isshin, but she wasn’t ready to think about him at this moment in time, poking at the female’s cheek she grinned. Maybe she MIGHT have been pushing it somewhat, but did she care? Nope.

      Last thing she remembered was the fact she had a crush on the Soul Reaper nothing else, of course she was fully aware of what happened but was she the same person that married him? No, not right now.

           The female groaned as she pecked Orihime on the cheek.