#whitemoon

Ichigo plucks a pencil out of the cup on the desk and uses his shorter knife to sharpen it down until it’s even height with all the rest. Then he nudges Shiro’s pens into a line. He’s already straightened the rest of a desk that looks like it hasn’t seen use in months. Maybe years. Ichigo rocks the chair back on its hind feet and does the math to see if that time frame adds up before glancing over the room again.

It’s the only room that could possibly be Shiro’s. But just in case, he’d checked the closet.

Shiro is around somewhere, but Ichigo’s been waiting hours for him to make an appearance. It might be time to risk guards and go looking. What if he left to head back to the city while Ichigo’s been closed in his room?

He shouldn’t be here.

He stands from the desk to keep from getting too comfortable. As if he could. From the window, he can just make out the lighted pool and the floor to ceiling glass windows that lead out to it at the back of the mansion.

…Nice to see he isn’t still some kind of exhibitionist.

The entire place is so Shiro, it leaves a dull ache in his chest.

Ichigo hopes those windows below are bulletproof. Not that Shiro ever seemed to care much for real security. Ichigo wonders if that’s changed. Wonders if he’s the first person to come hang out in Shiro’s bushes and figure out the routes and timing of the guards. Though, Shiro always did have a knack for inhabiting spaces that were defensible more from the inside out. Escaping wasn’t much of an option back when Shiro ran his people from the warehouse. Maybe it’ll be that way here, too.

He crosses his arms. There’s blood under his nails, not that it can be seen in the dim light. Neither can his black outfit. But Ichigo steps into the shadows all the same as someone passes in front of the door. He still wears a harness, but now it’s on the outside of his shirt and holds a small collection of throwing knives and a gun. Shiro’s old knife is back to being tucked into his boot, still his favorite and the most reliable in his collection.

When he was hired for this job, he’d nearly told the guy to fuck off and not to bother. Shiro’s definitely the type of person Ichigo would agree to kill, but then again, Ichigo was also the type of person he’d agree to kill these days. He can’t imagine Shiro ending up stuck on someone’s knife if that scenario doesn’t also include that someone’s bloody death. Though, he also didn’t anticipate the swell of protective temper that surfaced.

White Moon

Just Imagine..

Stickers made for the last StrawBerry Moon Event

These was inspired from the chapter of this fic.. links not working anymore in tumblr so can’t post it here. Title City of Dreams you can find it in AO3

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