Aftermath

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The fist was so sudden. The seemingly innocent hand burried in his face. It was not innocent or gentle.

"So you Shinigami are suppose to be taking care of these Hollows?"

Ikkaku was about to say yes before she carried on. He didn't feel bad. He had espada and Aizen to deal with, not little hollows ravaging villages. She was being hastey.

"And now you're telling me that I have to fight them everytime I see one, even though you Shinigami are suppose to?"

Again Ikkaku was about to answer but she cut him off. She was nervous, crazy, and upset. Mixed into a bowl of emotions. Could one blame her?

"What do you think I've been doing since I got here? Not all of us have choices on who we can fight."

Ikkaku sighed. He was unsure why she was rambling about this. Shinigami were not perfect. No one is. Even great armies need help. She knew she had no choice, she had to fight. For humans like her it was live or die, everyday. It may have seemed stupid, but it was required. Other answers could have meant Ikkaku taking her in to the soul soceity. This was no laughing matter, or a matter to be upset upon.

She got up and walked away. Ikkaku would not be able to open her eyes.

"You are not a kid, Ishi-san. No one is perfect, even death gods. You cannot hide from what is inevitable. I ask you not to be upset with me, the situation is another matter. Life is unfair, cliche or not, it is true," Ikkaku said before leaning back on the bench. He would not chase after her. This was a lesson she would have to learn herself. Escaping the unescapable. Any two year old would say it's impossible. Adults would say it's possible. Who are the fools?

Ikkaku sighed as the girl walked. She seemed to enjoy the fight. She had a passion to fight. She seemed to like protecting her friends and fellow humans. Maybe Ikkaku was wrong. Maybe she couldn't handle life. There was so more she could learn. She could have asked him anything about life. Her stubborn blue eyes had kept Ikkaku in distance. She would have to grow up. Ikakku couldn't blame her. It was not a fun job. Ruins in your life. In the far reaches of Ikkaku's mind he hoped she'd come back to sit next to him, but he was no fool. She had to make her own decisions. Learn her own lessons. Who was Ikkaku to interfere?

[ishi]

Rage, that was a rare emotion for Ishi as she heard what Ikkaku called after her. The plastic handle of her schoolbag was crushed into a million pieces the bag faling to the ground. She spun around and stared at Ikkaku, his bald head reflecting off the street lamp as she stared at him, her arms shaking. But then she let out a breath of air allowing herself to calm down, if she didn't get a hold of her emtions she wasn't sure what her powers would do. Instead, she walked back over to Ikkaku and looked down at him, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I've never hidden myself from what I am," she told him, but she didn't sit back down next to him, "Nor have I tried to escape who I am, I'm out here night after night fighting these things, ahving no idea what they are. Then you come along and tell me that these Shinigami people are actually in charge of destroying these things. Madarame-san, then what am I doing here then, why am I able to destroy them," she asked crossing her arms, a wind picking up and blowing her hair everywhere. "Where are you from, why did you ask me what I think happens when I die?" she continued with her questions, she couldn't help it, she wanted to know, and it seemed like Ikkaku was the only one who would tell her.

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Ikkaku sighed. The girl was obviously pissed. Pissed! Ikkaku was not in the mood to be yelled at. She seemed nervous. One could not blame her. He wouldn't go far enoguh to call her a stupid human. Some shinigami would. She walked back at him. Not the cool, calm walk. A more vigorous, nervous, and hateful type of walk. Maybe one dya she would forgive him and understand. How many years it would take her was unkown. For some it would take minutes.

"I've never hidden myself from what I am, Nor have I tried to escape who I am, I'm out here night after night fighting these things, ahving no idea what they are. Then you come along and tell me that these Shinigami people are actually in charge of destroying these things. Madarame-san, then what am I doing here then, why am I able to destroy them,"

"I am sorry for the quick suggestions. I can tell you are upset. Out of my reach. Yes, we are in charge, but only because we choose to. However, even so our limits are reached. Our army of shinigami unable to keep up with hollows. If we went full force on Earth, the afterlife would be destroyed. You are here because you have been gifted with powers to help us and Earth," Ikkaku said slowly. He was saying too much to a human, but oddly he did not mind.

"Where are you from, why did you ask me what I think happens when I die?" It seemed like the girl was using him as answers instead of two people engaging in a conversastion. Ikkaku did not mind. He felt she needed to know.

"I cannot tell you where I am from. You wouldn't believe me, it would shock you as it is. I asked you because I was unsure if you were a rouge one of us, shinigami. Your reiatsu led to me to believe that," Ikkaku continued. Her questions were bothersome and nagging, but Ikkaku calmed himself down. Relaxing. Ikkaku leaned back in the bench. He had a slight feeling, unsure of it, that he wasn't wasting his time.

[ishi]

Ishi was silent as she digested all of the information, she looked down at the ground. This was unbelievable, for a moment she would think that a bunch of upper classmates would pop out of the bushes to laugh at her. But no one pranked Ishi, let alone those Hollows as well as Ikkaku were real enough. "Well I am not a rogue Shinigami," Ishi said finally sighing, finally her temper relaxing as she let herself believe what Ikkaku was saying. It wasn't too far fetched, not as much as a high school girl over 6'0 being able to fight monsters anyway.

"Darling!" A voice rang through the park causing Ishi to turn her head a tilt it a little, that sounded like Asano-san. She only knew the older, well older in respect of being in the upper class due to her trying to ger Ishi to join the senior clubs due to Ishi being too old for her grades clubs. Did she go one about her darling who was a master swordsman, as well as bald. Ishi looked from Ikkaku and back to the voice. Really, was Ikkaku the one she was always talking about, Ishi didn't know who to pity Asano-san or Ikkaku. Since Ishi doubted that Asano-san was hunting her down in the middle of the night to join a club, she could only assume that she was looking for Ikkaku. That and Ishi couldn't recall Asano-san calling her darling, or anyone or that matter, ever.

"Is this a welcomed thing or should we run?" Ishi asked shifting from one leg to another.

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Ikkaku sighed. All seemed okay, well until a voice shouted "Darling" in the distance. Who was up at this time? He perhaps had heard this vocie, before but he was unsure, and half asleep. His eyelids were heavy, not heavy but beyond that. All this made Ikkaku tired. His vision blurred and his body seemed to sway. The world was jumping up and down, and the ground was upside right.

"Is this a welcomed thing or should we run?"

Ikkaku sighed again. His eyes drooped and...He opened his eyes. It seemed like only minutes had passed. Ishi and some other girl seemed to be talking. Ikkaku got up. He used his hands to bounce of the bench. He was dizzy, most likely of the tiredness. He was due back at the seretei soon, and didn't think he even had enough time to find Yumichika. He rubbed the back of his head and yawned. It wasn't very loud, but present. His eyes narrowed and he studied the girl. He had seen her before, maybe, he was too tired to tell. Ishi seemed to be pumped, and up. Ikkaku admired her upbeatness. He was nearly knocked out.

"Eh? Who's this?" Ikkaku said politely but zoned out. He wasn't sure of what was going on.