#verse!rightsideofthemirror

Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person.

Dear Skylar,

I know Japan turned out to be a little more than you thought it would be and that’s okay. Learning new things is kind of exciting if you have the right teacher but it takes a long time to get used to somewhere that’s completely different than where you were raised. You’re doing a great job being here and I’ve watched you improve so much since we met. Honestly, I’m convinced you probably don’t need me anymore for half the things you ask me about but I’m glad you do.

It’s nice to be needed sometimes, thanks for helping me to feel wanted. I might not say it but sometimes I need that extra push that you give me.

Because of you, I learned a language I wouldn’t have tried otherwise. What’s that make me now? I know Japanese, English, and French. Guessing some weird multilingual or something. You can just call me C-3P0 at this point, I guess.

Anyway.

I’m glad I met you. I worry about your home situation a lot and I think about your parents being absent and I just want to shake them for it. They have a chance to be in your life and I can’t understand their thought process. I only have my dad now and they have you. I’m sure you already share my saltiness about the issue though. 

I’m hoping that we’ll get a chance to keep being friends for a long time. You’re like another little sister, you even act like one, but just remember this:

No matter how annoyed I might be, I still love you. Nothing will take that away, okay? 

You can come to me for anything you need me for. I’ll be there even if you call at three in the morning because you managed to get lost in a department store in Naruki or something. 

Your [adoptive] brother,

Send me one “Dear—” and I’ll write a letter to this person.

Dear Mom,

I’m awful with letters so I’m sorry in advance if this ends up a jumbled mess. Somehow, I don’t think you’d mind so much. 

I’m eighteen now. I’m considered a man under the law and I still don’t know how to feel about that, maybe it’s just another day. Dad said you would have wanted to celebrate but I stopped celebrating my birthday a long time ago. It never felt right to do it after what I did to you. 

Every year, I wanted to do something special but each time that date rolled around again, I could barely concentrate. I think I started hating myself for what I did, maybe that was another reason I was so keen to start fights. It felt nice to hurt sometimes even if I started ending up winning almost all the fights I got into. 

Did I ever tell you I thought dad might have wanted me out of the house for a while? 

Probably not, I try not to bring that stuff up around your memorial. It’s not the right place to talk about it. Dad got so upset the day I was found under you that I don’t think he spoke for several hours, I don’t remember that day very well aside from what happened. I guess protecting people is what started my wanting to make him proud of me again. 

Did you ever think your son would become a shinigami? 

There’s so much I want to ask you, so many questions that are going to remain unanswered, and I think that hurts the most. I thought, that day Ulquiorra shot a cero through my chest, that I would finally get to see you again. I almost wanted to rest. Funny how things don’t work out the way we think they will, isn’t it? There have been so many times when I thought that I would wake up one morning and find you in the Rukongai, I’ve wanted to search for you and bring you home but I’ve never managed to find even a passing glimpse. 

Speaking of, my friend Orihime looks like you, a lot. Looking at her hurts my heart sometimes but… I can’t help but feel like you’re here with me even if it’s just being close to her. She’s what you would call a ‘mom friend’ from what Keigo tells me. You’d like her, you’d like all my friends, I think. I can’t bring myself to talk about you in front of them though, maybe it’s knowing I’m responsible for what happened that keeps stopping me. 

I hope I’m making you proud of me, mom. That’s all I ever want to do. Why wouldn’t I when you gave me the gift of life not once but twice? You didn’t have to save me that day, I remember you didn’t even hesitate to run after me, and I know dad’s said he sensed it. He said he could have saved you, but… he didn’t. I guess there’s a lot to be said of sharing blame but the fact of it still is that it’s my fault you’re gone.  

So I’m going to fight. 

I’m going to protect everyone that I can.

I’m going to use my life to try and shield the lives of others like you did for me. 

There has to be a reason you picked my name, isn’t there? Number One Guardian. Why not live up to the expectations right? Don’t worry mom. I’m taking care of my sisters the best I can. They don’t know anything about what I’ve been doing and I hope to keep it that way because they deserve to have a life free from this kind of stuff. They’ll be okay and so will dad. I’ve lost you, I can’t lose him too.

But there is one thing. 

Thank you for being my mom even if our time together was short. I’ll never forget the things you taught me, how gentle you were, or the compassion and love you showed everyone around you. You truly were an angel, mom.

Your son,

Ichigo didn't know where in the world his body came from but he yelped and covered his head from the hitting. "Stop that! I didn't do a damn thing, I just woke up like this okay? Fuck. How the hell do you wrangle these things anyway? It's like ten pounds of sand on my chest!"

He blushed at the sight of the body he inhabited and groaned, already gathering clothes to wear. None of it looked comfortable but he didn't have anything else to put on. The sight of the bra itself had him confused once pants were yanked on.

"...Think you can help me instead of sitting there and acting like I killed your first born?" He could barely stand to touch them from the sensitivity. Just the nipples against the tank top were making him have to bite the inside of his cheek. It was different, difficult, and he couldn't stand this at all.