|faicinn_rocais (faicinn_rocais) wrote,|
@ 2008-12-09 20:34:00
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|Entry tags:||ichigo kurosaki, jinta, karakura town, kisuke urahara, kurosaki ichigo, seireitei, shihouin yoruichi, tessai, urahara kisuke, ururu, yoruichi shihouin|
Prompts 001, 012, 031, 020, 008, 002[bleach]
All of these are UraharaxIchigo; nothing explicit at this point in time.
Everything was wrong; the sky was blue and teh birds were singing. Insects were busy in their various orchestras. If everything hadn't been awful, one could easily say it was perfect.
For the sake of argument, one could easily point out how he was free now' could do whatever he wanted now--work to his heart's content.
But Urahara Kisuke wasn't content.
For all hsi brilliance, he hadn't seen it until it was too late. Now on teh run, the now exCaptain silently cursed himself. He couldn't stay in Seireitei, no matter how secure Yoruichi said the safe house was. He could feel the teams searching fr him, TEssai, and teh group of Shinigami Captains and Lieutenants that no longer were; weren't even shinigami any longer, but their souls weren't completely converted.
They were somewhere between the two extremes; not shinigami, but not Hollow either. Urahara, sighed, rubbing his temples. The exCaptain sometimes wondered why life just couldn't flow easy. But then, he thought, life would be dull indeed.
He couldn't stay in Seireitei, and Hueco Mundo--the home of Hollows--was definitely off the list. He could go to the human world....
Benihime seemed to hum at teh idea.
Perhaps later, when Yoruichi came back, he'd run the idea by her. Because for things to begin, others had to end.
It was just in passing, but the child was hard to miss. Urahara watched from behind a newspaper as the child happily tugged on his mother's arm; brown eyes full of happiness and laughter. The boy's mother, the shopkeeper noted, had the same laughter residing in her light eyes.
But what really made an impression on the man was not teh well behaved child, but his ridiculous hair colour. Urahara absently wondered if his parents dyed it.
The correct term, Urahara was sure, was probably strawberry blond--or red head--but the fact couldn't be argued; the boy had orange hair. The way the light hit it and it became more blondish and the shadows more reddish denoted that it was natural.
The shopkeeper was stunned.
What flamboyant genetics in this part of the world could create hair that specific shade of...orange?
"Where shall we go today?" Teh mother asked the child. "Do you want to go to teh park?"
Urahara noted the boy had an admirable scowl--pout, really--for one his age.
"We went there yesterday!"
"How about we go to teh river?" She finally asked after a bit of perusing of the stand they were at.
"The river?" Urahara noted the boy seemed confused.
His mother smiled. "Don't worry! You'll love it! I promise."
There was a popular saying, "Red at night, sailor's delight. REd at dawn, sailor's be warned."
Hmm...Interesting saying to keep sailors sage, but what most didn't know was that it could be applied to places close to the sea as well to predict weather. The weather forecaster predicted a forty-five to sixty percent chance of showers and thunderstorms that were coming through the area. Urahara knew that it was at least eighty-five percent.
"Jinta, make sure you take an umbrella with you," Urahara called into the shop as Jinta and Ururu were getting ready to run some errands.
Urahara's fan snapped in the air, damp breeze playing with the green robe the shopkeeper perpetually wore. The red haired boy looked confused and Ururu looked as despondent as she always did; dark eyes waiting patiently for an explanation.
He smiled behind his fan.
"Why, because it's going to rain~!" Urahara happily replied.
Ururu remained the same.
"I'll go get umbrellas," the dark haired girl replied. Jinta was still scowling.
Out of the corner of his eye, the blond exCaptain thought he saw a shadow--something--dodge into the interior of the shop. Grey-green eyes hardened, knowing of only one who knew where to look for him.
"Don't get wet and catch a cold now!" Urahara called after the two retreating forms. Jinta muttered something that probably shouldn't come out of the mouth of one so young. The shopkeeper's smile disappeared as he turned to his shop and his awaiting guest.
It was one of Urahara's worst days of existence; the sun was behind the clouds in his inner world--thunder rumbling and threating rain as the shopkeeper reminisced. The world he was in was so full of life--of colour--and the blond man couldn't help but think how he didn't fit in.
Sure, he looked like he fit in with the general human populace, but even though he was learning their intricate, petty, superficial culture there was no way he could apply it. Simply put, Urahara wasn't human. Sure, he looked it, and might have been one some uncountable years ago, but he couldn't remember and the human world he came from was most like vastly different from this world he was now hiding in.
IF he had to place himself in this colourful world, Urahara surmised he was colourless. For how could one claim a coloru when death and killing was their job? One of the reasons, he surmised, that shinigami wore black.
...that and bloodstains were horrible to try and get out of normal colours, but that probably had more to do with the weave and type of fabric than anything.
Maybe one day, he could be relegated to a colour as well. Urahara looked forward to it.
Urahara couldn't get the happy image of the surly youth out of his head...mostly due to the flamboyant colouring of his hair. Mulling over the boy, Urahara couldn't help but think that he was...special. So wrapped up in thought was the exCaptain that he walked into teh door to his shop.
Rubbing his head, grey eyes met inquisitive purple as Ururu looked up at him. Pulling his fan out of his sleeve, Urahara covered his face with it as he tipped his head to hid the bruise he knew he'd have.
"Tessai wants to see you," his employee's quiet voice informed him.
"Thank you. Could you also put some water on for tea?"
"Of course, boss."
And Urahara continued into the depths of the shop. He found Tessai setting up a room that looked amazingly like those found in Fourth Division. A gnawing feeling in the back of his mind made the seemingly perpetual smile morph into a frown.
"You're bleeding," Tessai's voice broke into his thoughts. Cautious fingers raised to the heat the exCaptain had assumed was a bruise. The pale digits coming into focus were glazed with red.
"Huh," Urahara absently muttered as he felt the warmth of healing kidou spread further than he thought it would. He really must have been thinking to have walked with that much force into a door.
"I walked into a door..." the shopkeeper muttered, answering the question that Tessai would never ask.
"And...?" the kidou master inquired.
"I found the most curious child..." Urahara began.
Life, in a pessimistic view, is a means to an end. What happens in your life, in other views, is fated to happen. Urahara wasn't sure what he believed since, technically, he wasn't alive in the way the people who developed the theories to govern their lives, but everything he'd done had to have counted for something. He shuddered to hink if everything he'd done was for nothing.
Like the Hyougoku.
Like the research for it.
Like his Hollow studies.
there were many things he had developed and researched that--if he was honest with himself--he really probably should have left along. But he was a curious person; so what if he wanted to know the specifics of how Hollows were created through Soul Decay--through Hollowfication as he so lovingly called it.
He nibbled on a ridiculously sweet chocolate cookie that Jinta had picked up shopping, the cream filling a delicious off-set to the cookie itself. Unlike some cream or jelly-filled cookies, the middle of this brand of cookie was soft and delectable. In a fit of introspection, the shopkeeper absently thought how the cookie was like life, the beginning was hard, the end was hard, but the middle was the best part. Bringing a cookie up to eye level, the blond noted the equal distribution of 2:1 of cookie to cream.
"I hope there's more cream in my life," Urahara said to no one. Glancing over the side of his chair, he looked forlornly at the half empty package in the bag. Seeing a similar bag beneath the one he was eating, moving his own, the large words "DOUBLE STUFFED" was all he needed to read.
A shit-eating grin came upon Urahara's face. Looking at the amount of cream in the double stuffed cookies, mentally found the ratio and compared it to his previous snack, the shopkeeper smiled. That was a more like it! Besides, the middle was the best part.