#riilucente

             “I just caught you staring at me, Kurosaki-kun... What is it?” she beamed at him as if his actions didn’t cause for her cheeks to redden. 

           ❝ kurosaki... - kun? what are you doing here? ❞ the last place she had expected to            see the said strawberry blonde was there at the frilly cake shop.

so mAny pUNS . how do u even have this many, i thought shinigami didn’t have humor B|

"You're...mr. Kurosaki." The female Zanpaktou spirit said a bit surprised as she saw the substitute soul reaper. However, she quickly was able to pull herself together. "Welcome to the quatro quarters. How may I be of your assistance?"

"Greetings, Kurosaki Ichigo. What brings you to me?" The imprisoned God asked, as he saw the substitute shinigami entering.

“How nice of you to show up now and then, Ichigo...Maybe I should be sneaking into your window again for old times’ sake, just so you say hello more often.”

The clear worry that Orihime watched spread over Ichigo’s face, awarded her with a fresh feeling of guilt. She hadn’t intended to cause a scene and had tried to contain the words that slipped from her mouth, but somehow they had snuck out on an exhale of her breath. Her home was something she both loved and dreaded at the same time, but most of the time she had been able to clear any ill feelings she had towards it, before stepping inside. A rule of her own. But today...her heart was heavy inside her chest, with a particular type of loneliness. In spite of the guilt that resided, she felt the soothe of relief come over her once she was no longer close to the house.

At his question though, her mind dove into the deepest of her thoughts. If anyone would understand, he would, she knew that. But how did she word it, without inflicting more worry, without whining? She took a moment, relishing in the question. Her chest ached with the words on her chest. Hiding the bottom half of her face into her winter scar, she relished a couple extra moments, mowing over her words, remembering...her brother. Most days, she could sleep well, knowing he was finally at peace. But somedays? her heart hurt for her brother.

Bringing her large-eyed gaze up to Ichigo’s face, she took a breath. It felt odd to drop her high-pitched voice. “I feel so bad for causing you to worry,” she said against her scarf. “I know I should be happy - and I am, most of the time - that my brother finally knows peace after death,” she pointed out. “But do you ever just... wish you could have one day with them? just one more. Go back, live at least one moment, never change an element...but, just...relive it and not remember it? feel the way their hand felt when they held it, hear them laugh, watch them eat their favorite food, just once?” she asked. The more she spoke, the less sense she felt she made, but she was trying. “Everyday I am happy my brother knows peace, you know? It’s just--” she bit her lip on this one. “Did you know that the brain only stores relevant information for a certain amount of time? like voices and stuff? even faces?” she asked. “Once the information has been outdated, your mind purges it, but not the long-term memory,” she explained.