MoonsShadowWarrior

Spring evenings were great things. Especially the ones where the winter bite had finally faded into warmer currents and birds sang in competition for mates. Father and son sat behind their home as the sun bid the day farewell in a sky painted in brilliant pinks and oranges. "Son," Isshin's voice slurred slightly, drawing the contemplative boy's attention. The doctor held his half empty can up in the style of a toast. Ichigo sighed and suddenly wondered again why he'd stayed there after Yuzu and Karin had wandered off with Rukia for take out to bring home. The lazy day, it seemed, was trailing gloriously into the evening. "Yeah, dad?" The e

Sticky, thick, unbearable heat swirled about, making everything disgusting to the touch. The horrid scent of sweat filled the small convenience store. A tiny ceiling fan had been turned on, but it only pushed the thick air around instead of cooling it. In hopes of cooling off, many were buying sodas and ice cream. Bouncing his soda up and down was a young man in line, eager to crack open the sweet fizzy drink. Tossing it up in the air, he leaned forward and caught the canned drink on his head, and then let it roll off his orange spiked hair back to his hand. Now at the counter, the young man reached into his pocket and handed the clerk cash t

Steam rose off the frosted chilly street, giving off the illusion of mist. This was an exceptionally cold December night, but it didn't keep people from going about their daily lives. Families went out to dinner, couples went on dates, and teenagers snuck out the house to meet in unusual places. As the night continued on, a threat of a horrible snow storm was broad cast throughout the city to notify the citizens that it would affect. And that storm affected one young couple's plans for the night. "Are you sure you can't stay out any longer?" he begged her, a sorrowful look in his warm brown eyes. "I'm sure Kurosaki-kun, but tonight was fun

"You've gotta be kidding me," I grumbled out. "Nope! Lugia is always better than Ho-oh!" he replied with a smirk on his little face. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki, and as of last July, I'm twenty four. The little brat that's clearly brain damaged is my son, Ichiru. Our names aren't the only thing that's similar about us, which I've noticed spooks people at times. Like me, he has bright orange hair that spikes up in every direction. Sadly he doesn't have my brown eyes, but gray isn't too bad of a color. And besides, half the time the glare off his glasses keeps me from seeing what eye color he has. Our hair color isn't the only thing we share t