See guys, I am alive! And finally found the time at school to finish this chapter and get it up! Yay! and 7 reviews on the first chapter? That's awesome! Thanks so much!
Sorry it's so short! Only about 1500 words :( but I figured you guys would want an update...No guarantees on when the next one will be though.
zZemoKITTYzZ: Aww I'm glad you like it! I apologize for not updating sooner :(
Sasuke Uzamaki9999: Hahaha I'd hope so! XD
whitespiderlilly: Why thank you! I try :)
deatheagle202: Really? Sorry...I try to give them thoughts...Didn't mean to make him rambly...but I mean, wouldn't you be too if a guy walked into your hospital room and showed you his wings?
MidnightTune36: Hahaha I'd prefer wings :) Wings are awesome. I like your penname by the way!
Paninibunny: -blushes- Thank you!
drmonalord: Oh I didn't? My bad! But Haku (AKA Shiro) looks exactly like he does in the anime except with white eyes instead of black. Describing people when they are in first person is difficult.
Anyway, on to the story! Please read the note on the bottom for an important notice! And I didn't edit this chapter from lack of time. I apologize for any mistakes. If they are major, let me know in a review!
Standard disclaimers apply!
This time when I woke up, the light in the hospital room was dim, much to my joy. It was empty, and I sat up, wincing when my head spun a bit, making me waver, dizzied.
"Ichigo?" I called out tentatively. Perhaps that conversation was just a dream, caused by a concussion or something.
The air shifted slightly, as if it was ocean waves, and the orange-haired angel sat down next to my bed.
"Afternoon, Shiro." He greeted me unsmilingly, though I could've sworn the corner of his mouth quirked a little.
"Where were ya?" I asked, suppressing a yawn behind my hand. Ichigo made an amused sound, leaning back in his chair and propping up his feet on my bed.
"Oh, I was still here. Just invisible like normal. I don't want random doctors walking in and throwing me out. Not that that would stop me for long, it's just inconvenient." He replied, lazily waving his hand around like it was no big deal to turn invisible.
"You sound like being invisible is normal," I commented, half to myself.
"Well, because for me, it is normal. Shiro, I've been invisible for the greater part of 17 years. So, it really is normal. Honestly." Now he makes being invisible for 17 years seem normal. I groaned quietly, leaning back against the pillow and shutting my eyes.
"I heard the doctors earlier. You should be getting out of here soon. They're really surprised about your 'quick recovery' after being hit by that car. Probably because I healed the worst of your wounds." Ichigo said offhandedly, leaning his head back to rest on the uncomfortable chair, and shifting to get comfortable.
"Oh...well...thanks. I appreciate that." I told him truthfully, but feeling kind of awkward about it. I'd never really been good with gratitude. Ichigo opened his mouth to reply, but froze and perked his ears towards the door. He listened for a moment before his eyes widened, and he disappeared with a small cracking sound.
Not 2 seconds later, a man in a white doctor's coat walked in. He had scruffy black hair and was unshaven. He looked middle-aged, though the spark of childlike excitement glittered in them. He strode easily over to the bed and picked up the clipboard to quickly read over it.
He nodded in understanding, letting out a small "Ah", before moving up closer to me. He peered down curiously at me, and I fidgeted under the scrutinizing gaze.
"Uh, hey Doc? You mind not staring at me?" I requested nervously, but not meeting his gaze. I could've sworn I heard a quiet, but deep chuckle resound through the air to my right, but I ignored it to the best of my ability.
"Oh, sorry! I just find your eye color fascinating. An albino with gold eyes. Very interesting combination." I took note of the careful wording, but wasn't offended by it. He seemed pretty nice, but oddly childish.
"I apologize, where are my manners? My name is Isshin Kurosaki!" Isshin reached his hand out toward me and I accepted the handshake easily. The name of my doctor echoed through my head like a mantra, and it wasn't until the doctor finally released my hand and walked over to my heart monitor did I realize why.
'Kurosaki...Kurosaki...Ichigo! Ichigo's name is Ichigo Kurosaki! So wait...what the hell does that mean? Are they related? Is that even possible?'
"Alright Haku, I think you may be able to be released today. I have no idea how you managed to heal so fast, but I'm not complaining! The less amount of time you're not healed, the less pain you're in!" The doctor nearly shouted, grinning goofily and waving his arms erratically. I couldn't help but sweatdrop.
'Nope. I don't think there's any possible way that they are related.'
I heard a little chuckle resound through the air next to me and my head snapped to my right to see Ichigo standing next to me, leaning against the bed. My eyes widened of their own accord, and I glared meaningfully at the doctor who was humming a strange tune while checking me over.
Ichigo followed my glare with his eyes, grinning brilliantly.
"He can't see me," he chuckled. "No human can unless I want them to. Right now, only you are able to see, hear, feel, and even smell me. I do not exist to anyone else."
Before I could respond, not verbally mind you, the doctor bounced away and out the door, only to return seconds later with a stack of papers clutched in his hand.
"Alrighty then, Haku, you're good to go! Just sign these papers, pull on some of your own clothes, and out the door you go! Your uncle already signed his consent for you to go, so it's all set for ya! Just drop them off at the nurse's station ok?"
I rolled my eyes and nodded, accepting the papers with a gruff thanks, and the doctor skipped out of the room without another word.
"He never changes," Ichigo murmured from beside me. Curiosity piqued, I stopped after finishing my chicken scrawl of a signature to peer over at him.
"You know him?" I questioned, gesturing towards the door with my left hand.
Ichigo didn't answer for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Yes and no...I just know everyone who interacts with you, past, present, and future." He replied slowly, as if carefully picking and phrasing his words. It sounded like he was purposefully leaving something out, but I wasn't going to push it.
"Oh. That's...interesting. And kinda weird, too."
"It's normal for us. We can go back and forward in time, as long as we aren't seen by anyone, and we don't stay for more than an hour." Ichigo said, shrugging his shoulders before impatiently waving his arms at me.
"C'mon let's go, Shiro!" He urged, grabbing my arm like he was trying to drag me along. I snatched my arm back from his grip, and grabbed my clothes to go change, but stopped when I heard Ichigo laugh.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head to the side confusedly.
"Shiro, I've been around you for 17 years, you don't need to go somewhere else to change." He told me, randomly stopping in the middle of his sentences to laugh a little. I glared and continued into the connecting bathroom, quickly changing into my clothes.
We strode easily out of the room and I dropped the papers off at the nurse's station, and breathed in happily when we finally got outside into the fresh air. Hospital smells don't appeal to me. The antiseptic scent that covers the scent of sickness.
My apartment was only a few blocks away, so Ichigo and I walked along quietly, barely talking except for Ichigo to warn me about some little thing or another. He seemed really protective of me. Finally, we got to the complex and I jogged up the flight of stairs to my apartment, and pulled out my key from my pocket to unlock the door, and pushed it open.
It was small, and sparsely furnished, but since it was only me, it wasn't a big deal. I dropped the keys onto the counter and flicked on a few lights, before going to dig around in the fridge, and pulling out a soda. Ichigo was just standing there looking awkward, and I couldn't help but grin.
"Hey, Ichi! Do you eat?"
Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed at the strange question, but slowly shook his head yes. I waved my arm at the fridge, obviously inviting him to help himself. He walked over and tugged the fridge door open, reaching in to grab a different type of soda and popping open the tab to take a sip, only to start coughing. I patted him on the back roughly, before he straightened, an arm over his mouth as a blush spread over his cheeks.
"Thanks," he murmured, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. I waved off his thanks and leaned back against the counter to sip my drink. A quick peek into my pantry told me that I was almost out of food, and I groaned as I finished off the soda, tossing the can into the recycling bin with Ichigo copying me.
"We gotta go get some groceries," I mumbled, half to myself as I slipped my wallet into my back pocket and grabbing my keys once again. I stepped right back out of the apartment, Ichigo following along quietly as I locked up and trotted down the steps. The store was right on the corner, so it wasn't a big deal to walk there and back. When no one was looking, Ichigo decided to take off that 'kido' thing so he could be visible and help me out with everything.
We got the groceries, still not talking that much, even on the way home. I set down a few bags and once again unlocked the door and we hauled the groceries into my- well, our- apartment. I started to unload them, Ichigo following suit as we dodged around each other to get where we needed to go.
Suddenly, Ichigo froze, his head cocked to the side as if listening.
"Ichigo? What's wr-" I started to ask, only to be cut off by an insistent "Sh!" and I uncertainly fell silent. Then Ichigo abruptly dived towards me and knocked me to the ground, just as my ceiling groaned, and the plaster started raining down on us. When it finally stopped, I sat up, shifting out from under the now unconscious Ichigo, moving to try and rouse him. My eyes drifted up on their own accord, and I found myself staring at a pair of wide, yellow, demonic eyes of a monster.
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