Kisshu's Return part 26 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 26
He wasn't sure how long he had been hanging there. Minutes or hours, he wasn't sure. There was no way of telling, since the stars and the moon had hidden themselves from his view. No matter how much time had passed, he still couldn't wrap his mind around how he wound up here, nailed to a tree, bleeding, hoping that someone would find him before he had bled to death.
How did he wind up here? How could the girl that once had loved and adored him so coldly have turned her back on him. For that guy. That alien. The thought alone was enough to make him growl in frustration and hatred. He tightened his grip on his sword to release his anger, but i
Kisshu's Return part 25 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 25
Snap!
The sound bounced around in Ichigo's head, like an echo, growing softer with each bounce. Finally it sunk in. Free, she was free. Free to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. And it had only taken seven words. A small smile still lit up her face and her eyes seemed to really come alive as she waited for the world to react. No matter in which way, she would take it.
Surprisingly, it stayed awfully quiet. Ichigo had no idea what Kisshu's reaction was, since he was out of her view, up in the tree. Aoyama however stood right in front of her, his eyes popping out of their sockets, attempting to grasp what she just told him. They we
Kisshu's Return part 24 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 24
"Ma sa ya..?" Ichigo choked out. What was this? Kisshu He couldn't be serious. Masaya ? No
As the raindrops fell and hit the ground one by one, Masaya's trembling worsened. He was very much on the edge. But why? He didn't really kill them, did he? So why would he..? It made no sense at all! It wasn't true! It couldn't be! Why would he kill two of his own race? Two humans.
Kisshu wasn't in the least impressed by Masaya's display of despair? He stared at the black-haired boy as said boy continued to mumble intelligible words, while clearly losing the ability to stand. As Kisshu watched the boy, he didn't smirk
Kisshu's Return part 23 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 23
Apart from running into a very annoyed Shirogane and ending up in a fight with him, which took up nearly half an hour, Ichigo's routine was as boring as always. She walked home, through the park, down the streets, avoiding the alleyways and made it home unharmed. Soon after, she had dinner with her parents and went upstairs to do her homework. It wasn't much, so she managed.
Even though everything was as regular as usual, she couldn't quite shake off the feeling that something was out of place. Probably her Mew senses were running wild, but the awkward feeling just wouldn't leave her. Just when she was about to give up on maths as she couldn
Kisshu's Return part 22 -EDIT- by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 22 -EDIT-
Nearly a week has gone by now. Ichigo's imprisonment continued to exist. It already felt like a never ending cycle. Get up in the morning, please Masaya all day, go to the Café, please Masaya when he's there too and go to bed. This was all Ichigo had done, most of the days.
She pleased everybody, especially Masaya, and faked enough smiles to make all the world believe that she could not have been happier. Hell yes, she could be, but she told nobody that.
If she told anyone about her current state of unending depression, she could never for sure exclude the chance that Masaya would find out about it, but would just keep quiet about her
Kisshu's Return part 21 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 21
Tears. His face looked like it was made of the water he was crying. Tears. They rolled down his cheeks, those big drops of water, yet when they were halfway, his face seemed to absorb them somehow. Tears. His skin, his hair, his entire body started to look transparent and bluish. Almost like Tears. No, he couldn't be made of them. He was a human, like her. Then why Those tears
"Ichigo " He whispered, choking on his words, as if he were drowning. He looked at her sorrowfully, smiled kindly
And fell apart. He imploded, turning into nothing but water, rushing off in every single direction. He left her, sitting on h
Wednesday. Today, it was Wednesday. Fuyou Yukka's funeral was today. And Ichigo felt absolutely dreadful. She had only been to one funeral before and she didn't remember at all what it was like. But even if she had, it still would be no help. It was someone her age who was going to be buried!
Someone that had been going to the same school, someone who had passed her more than once in the corridors, someone Someone Someone who had, however briefly, dated Aoyama-kun. Her loss had made a wreck out of him. They must have been really close.
The realisation got to Ichigo. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but she had to be s
Kisshu's Return part 19 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 19
He had stared at the soil samples for over an hour now, without actually seeing them. No, he, Pai, wasn't dozing off. He was just preoccupied with more significant business. Her. And the strange feelings she instigated. Midorikawa Retasu. The girl that had been haunting him for longer than he could remember. He had long since given up on counting and categorizing the days. He couldn't tell at what speed the feelings had developed.
He didn't know when she had stopped interesting him and had begun to haunt him everywhere he went. He had never been a man of feeling, so he wouldn't know. It just happened to him. He had tried to deny it at the be
Kisshu's Return part 18 by Kisshu4everK, literature
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Kisshu's Return part 18
Kisshu couldn't help himself. He had to see her, even if it was for just a moment or two. So he teleported himself to her home. He took place in the tree that he practically claimed and watched her through the window. She was doing her homework. She always did her homework after dinner, so it was no surprise, really.
To anyone other than Kisshu it would be utterly boring to watch, but he thought it was quite fascinating. The way she frowned while she concentrated, the manner in which she held her pencil and how she moved it over the paper while she wrote. It were those little things that made homework time interesting. At least to Kisshu.
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