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Ichigo Ko-ko Wakahisa

"What is feared should not; but yet, it should be understood."

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a character in “Soul Eater: Kishin Of Hate”, as played by KuruLesperance

Description

**I cannot stress this out enough. Please, please, PLEASE, by all means, ignore the dog ears in this picture. No matter what, he is INDEED human.

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Name:
Ichigo Ko-Ko Wakahisa

Age:
17

Classification:
Meister

Appearance:

Height:
5'8

Weight:
141lbs

Clothing Preference:
Collared shirts (green), cargo jeans (green), geta sandals, green nail polish (on toes and fingers), bracelets (he normally wears a bracelet with sphere beads. They're patterned green and white. He also has one around his left ankle.)

Eyes(color, etc):
Misty green eyes, no pupil due to loosing of sight, has feminine eyelashes

Hair:
Appears pink in picture; hair is actually a creamy vanilla color

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Personality:
Eelymosynary, one of the few words that describe him vividly. Generous and cherishing, he takes gifts and compliments to heart, and he's sickly generous. The nearly-blind boy gives as much as he can to the people he cares about; even strangers on occasions. His generous outlook has come to the point of life; as he, will sacrifice his life for a comrade's safety willingly.

Docile, not your typical "i'm-so-silent-i-don't-even-talk-type", but, quiet. Soft-spoken, I could say, as he has a soft spot for anyone younger or shorter than him; so basically he has a soft spot for most of the students in the whole academy, and of course, he normally talks gently to teachers, elders, children, etc. He's more feminine, than say, masculine.

Intellectual, of course. He learns something new everyday, which has made him completely tranced out with knowledge of instruments, herbs, plants, animals, whatever he can get his slim, soft hands on. Despite his disability, if he gets real close, he's able to see and be able to read then, so that's why he's sometimes hovering over a book as he yearns for words, for knowledge, and wisdom of the ones whom teach him.

Spiritual, as simply said. Ichigo is occasionally found speaking of spirits, "the other world", and more oddities about him. This is because he has to learn about sensitivity to the Earth because of his disability; his failing sight.

Have I mentioned he loves green?

Goals:
Once he gets older, has his dear weapon, and is old enough, he wants to retire at a younger age (like 30 or 35) and live simply, but for right now, his goal is to find a weapon.

Likes:
Green
Tea
Flutes
Music
People
Animals
Drawing
Writing
Spirits
Spectral Phenomena
The Northern Lights
Thunderstorms

Hates:
Rudeness
Pain
Stuck-Ups
People taking advantage of his disability
Loud noises
Yelling
Hitting

Love Interest:
TBA

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Theme Song:
Tabi Wo Suru Numa

Quotes:
"Take advantage of me, my kindness will become your living nightmare, my dear friend."
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. Excuse me.."
"Why does it matter if I cannot see you? I don't have to be able to see you to think that you're beautiful."
"Isn't the music pretty?"
"Before you act, think of the consequences, or I'll arrange them for you if you intend on messing with me. I'm as blind as a bat, but I will hurt you, pal."
"My name's Ichigo, dear. What's yours?"
"If I sound odd saying 'dear', 'honey', and all, just think of me as one of your girl friends."

S. Orientation
Pansexual, judging by personality, not looks or gender.

Preferred Weapon:
He doesn't care; as long as they're a weapon, he'll stay loyal to them.

So begins...

Ichigo Ko-ko Wakahisa's Story

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"Well, wonderful. I might just be late today; that isn't good for my records."

The pupil-less boy groaned quietly at he woke up, and first thing first, he walked to the windows and watered his plants he had, ranging from venus flytraps to pretty pansies. Ichigo sighed quietly and watched the blurred movements and stirs of cars and people outside his window as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, since he didn't have a jacket; or rather, a top, since he slept shirtless.

The male quietly walked over to a radio set delicately on a table and played the usual music he did in the mornings to get him motivated and relaxed; usually flutes or traditional Japanese melodies. Ichigo crept into his closet and changed into his clothes; green collared shirt, cargo pants, geta sandals, the norm. He fumbled with his green and white bracelet for a brief two seconds before slipping it onto his left wrist and letting out a brief puff of victory.

Ichigo got up, stretching his arms and yawning as he made way to his desk. Leaning forwards, unhealthily close, he began writing in dark green ink on a piece of paper, and once down, he slowly rose and pushed the chair into the desk.


Grabbing his green bag which lay stationary on his couch, he slung it over his shoulder and brushed out his creamy blond hair, and then afterwards, slipped the green and white ankle bracelet, well, around his right ankle.

Making his way to the door, he turned the knob and snatched up the keys, and poked the key near the entrance; unfortunately for him, he couldn't quite get it in the hole. "Go in, go in," he sighed. Finally, he heard a click, and he jumped at the sound. "I-I think I got it!" The male squeaked in delight, turning the key and locking the door, stuffing the key back into one of his many pockets. The male uses his senses; of course, as he grabbed onto the railing and made his way down the 3 flights of meandering stairs.

Exiting, he left the apartment complex he resided in and walked down the road to the school, hands in pockets as he listened to the eerie sounds of Death City, of course, the cries of crows though made him shiver; mainly because they were quite boisterous and rhetorically clamorous. Trailing down the road, his head gradually lowered to where he only saw the blur of the vanilla coloured sidewalk.

Once he was sure he was close to the school, he looked up and felt the vibrations of a shinigami, called Lord Death, and a couple of Death Scythes, and so, he was sure this was it. Sighing, he stumbled a bit as he went up the stairs and gently knocked on the door, but decided afterwards to just yank it open. In result, he flung the door back a little too hard and nearly fell on his mere bottom, but instead, he caught himself by grabbing the wall.

"Honestly, I believe that door may dislike me," he said softly with a frown. The boy chuckled lightly to himself, clearly a bit amused, and made his way down the hall, only to be greeted by getting hit by someone; or instead, him running into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The boy apologized with his usual soft-spoken voice, as he looked down the see the small blurry form of what seemed to be a girl younger than him. Slowly blinking his glazed-over, pupil deprived eyes, he sighed and ran a hand threw his hair. "Really, I'm sorry. I need to watch where I'm going more. I apologize if I made you mess up on anything, if you were drawing or reading, if I made you loose place or something of sort.." he trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was rambling on about, before realizing he said "sorry" almost 5 times. Perhaps more.

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Leslie stumbled as someone ran into her, almost knocking her down. She turned to see who it was,who would push her like that.
"Really, I'm sorry. I need to watch where I'm going more. I apologize if I made you mess up on anything, if you were drawing or reading, if I made you loose place or something of sort.."

The boy before her was adorable, and looking down at her...speaking to her. She blushed intensely and almost slipped into her usual pattern of putting her head down and apologizing for being in the way. She noticed the boy's eyes, he was blind.

"No, it's ok," she meekly responded, touching his arm to reassure him, "I wasn't doing anything important."
She looked down at her feet, she wasn't used to talking to others, but she reached out and touched his hand, "My name is Leslie," her movement were small and timid. It was as if everything she touched would hurt her, the way she avoided people and the things around her. She wasn't sure why she felt is necessary to introduce herself to the boy, but she wanted to. Her fingertips, always soft and gentle, brushed his hand again as she continued, "I am a Weapon."

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The male blinked slowly, and gradually opened his mouth to speak. "Thank you," he said, "I am Ichigo, a meister." Said boy pushed a strand of his creamy hair away from his eyes and sighed, dropping his hand to his side and a soft smile spreading across his plump lips.

"Good, I think. I just suppose I get worried easily, heh." At the end of his sentence, he bowed to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Leslie."

He rose up, though he stumbled a bit, and caught himself. "Oops." Ichigo chuckled, and his gaze followed down the hall. "Perhaps we should get to class, wouldn't want to be late, now would we?" The male turned his back to her and his head rested near his shoulder to look back at her blurry form, before beckoning with his hand for her to follow and speed-walking down the hall, his sandals violently hitting against the ground.

The male sighed as he felt the body heat and spirits of a couple of students, perhaps a teacher, in a room. Seriously, he strode up to the sign that had the door number on it and felt for braille, fortunately, under the real number, there it was.

"Leslie!" The male called softly, not really a yell, but more like a whisper yell, in a way. "I found it!"

Gently, he knocked on the door and slowly opened it, blinking his eyes and seeing a couple of blurs all the way in the back. He felt the strong soul of a girl, and a soul of a male, a rather smart-allec soul at that, and quite sarcastic, though he could tell this one was quite intelligent. He might have to watch out for this guy, at least, keep an eye out.

The male bowed to the students quietly once he entered and quickly made way to a seat, frowning when he almost ran right into one, and he sat in a corner to be exact.

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Leslie followed Ichigo into the classroom, keeping her eyes down as she walked. She could sense the strong souls in the room, and she knew if she lifted her head she would be able to see them, their glowing souls and their bonds with their partners... She avoided looking up as much as possible, but grabbed his arm and pulled him aside a bit as he almost walked into another student.
She stood and watched as he sat in the corner of the room, and placed her bag on the table next to him. She pulled out her book, but hesitated.
It would be rude of me to just read...he is so kind... Her gaze met his as she looked into his foggy eyes and said, "It's my first day here...I'm not very good at talking to others. But I'm willing to try..."
She knew he probably couldn't see her blushing but pulled her hand in front of her lips anyway, hiding her face.

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"It's my first day too, so don't worry."

The male comforted, gazing at her, though he saw something move and her hands went up to her face. "Think you can hide from me, huh?" He asked playfully. "I'm not all the way blind yet. I can still see you, but you're blurry."

Ichigo reached a hand out and pried her hands away from her face. "Come on now, don't do that, then we can't see your pretty face, which I am sure, despite my problem, is indeed beautiful, because I don't have to see anyone to be able to think they're gorgeous." He chuckled as he threw his bag onto his desk and stuck his head in it, rummaging through his stuff.

Unfortunately, what he was looking for, he couldn't find. "Darn. Oh well," he muttered softly, and pulled his head away from the back and fixed his hair, his long side bangs tickling his cheeks. "Well, anyways, I hope we'll get to know each other well through time and experience, and if you have any problems, just look for me." He cocked his head to the side, closed his eyes, and smiled gently. "Yep, yep."

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"Think you can hide from me, huh?" He asked playfully. "I'm not all the way blind yet. I can still see you, but you're blurry."

A thicker red fell upon her cheeks and her eyes widened a bit as he touched her hands, pulling them from her face.

"Come on now, don't do that, then we can't see your pretty face, which I am sure, despite my problem, is indeed beautiful, because I don't have to see anyone to be able to think they're gorgeous."

No one has ever... "Thank you..." she peeped, thrusting her hands into her lap. She watched as he rummaged through his bag. I guess he couldn't find what he was looking for...His hair is so cute... Her book stuck out of the corner of her bag, and she wanted to pull it out...to return to her happy place...

"Well, anyways, I hope we'll get to know each other well through time and experience, and if you have any problems, just look for me." He cocked his head to the side, closed his eyes, and smiled gently. "Yep, yep."

"O..ok," she peeped, the corner of her mouth raising a bit to a smile, "I..." she stuttered a bit...unsure of what to say. She avoided situtaions like this usually...she was sure that he could tell she was nervous and began blushing a heavily.

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('Tis okay!~)

The Japanese native felt the movement of the male, and he himself nodded, standing up and walking through the rows. He came up to the board and gently took hold of chalk, writing his name neatly.

Ichigo Ko-Ko Wakahisa


Turning to face the class once he wrote his name, he slowly bowed, his bangs dangling over his eyes. Once he got up, they were visible again. "Hello," he greeted softly. "I am Ichigo Ko-Ko Wakahisa, and my nationality is Japanese. I like flutes and silence, as I hate loud noises. Thunderstorms are an exception," he trailed off, his eyes shifting quickly towards the teacher than back to the class. "I am also going blind..gradually."

He, for a moment, went silent before picking back up with his words again. "I am a meister. I have no weapon at the moment, and I am 17 years of age. This is my first time enrolling, ever, to here. I live alone, since I really don't have relatives except my parents, but I'd rather not speak about that."

Allowing his bangs to cover his eyes, he turned his head to stare at Spirit through them. "It is nice to meet you. I hope I get to know everybody and have fun with you all. I...also, really like toddlers and young children. I think they're cute." He chuckled and bowed his head. "Thank you for listening."

The male slowly trailed back through the rows and took his place next to the girl again, his bangs still covering his eyes as he quietly prodded at the female's arm. "I hope I don't seem that weird now."

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Leslie watches as Ichiro boldly gets up and introduces himself. He sits down next to her afterwords and she smiles up to him.
"Wow, that was brave..." his courage rubbed off on her, and she looked up, gazing around the room and taking in all the souls and faces.
"Can...I go?" she peeped as she stood, wringing her sweatshirt in her hands.
She made her way to the front of the class, and instantly became terrified...What am I doing??
"...hello...My name is..is..Leslie. I am a ...a weapon. I don't know my parents...I like to read.....and...." She looked up at Ichiro and gained a little confidence, "and I hope we can all be freinds."
She gulped and smiled, walking quickly back to her seat and plopping down, "Wow that was scary!"

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Ichigo sighed. "It's quite nerve-wracking when you go up there," he commented to the girl, Leslie, he enjoyed talking to. "I'm surprised I didn't lock up and fa-" he got cut off when suddenly, there was screaming and the slam of the door.

Grimacing and wincing, his head immediately shot to the direction of a creature, particularly, protruding out of the child's back. He shuddered and his hand gradually made way to his mouth. "Oh, dear," he whispered, "I feel so sorry for that boy, or girl, having to deal with a loud pain in the neck like that...creature. Thing. Quite a pottymouth, too," the male sighed as he watched a lady go up and try to help.

"I suppose she has that under control, hopefully." The male's eyes softened as he watched her go up, and his, well, "daddy" side of his persona kicked in. "Aww. Well, now, it's over with, so you shouldn't be scared anymore!"

The male turned in his seat and looked into her eyes, kind of, well, he couldn't really see her eyes, but he managed to steady his gaze with hers, with his usual delicate stare. "You did perfect, as far as my ears can tell, and my ears aren't failing me yet. At least, god, I hope not!" He chuckled and rested a friendly, soft hand on her cheek. "Well, dear, I am definitely your friend, so no doubts on that! You're a very sweet girl, anyways, so who wouldn't?"

Ichigo complimented gently, prying his hand away and resting them on his lap, his long bangs pushed away from his eyes now, a small hue of blush lingering on his cheeks from going up there; it was indeed, a bit terrifying. His eyes closed, and he let himself happily smile, with a brief, quiet squeak, "ufu~."

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The world around Leslie melted away, the child at the doorway, the other students laughing...as she could see was Ichiro's soul. It was calm and sweet, protective green the same shade as his eyes...his hand was warm on her cheek and he was sure he could feel the heat of her blush beneath his fingers.
She didn't know what to do other than drop her head, her pigtails falling to hide her now cherry red face, "...th-thank you..."
Wow I'm more nervous now then I was in front of the classroom!
She couldnt help but smile from behind her pigtails, and twiddled her thumbs in her lap.
I wonder if he could lift me... a thought that had never run through her mind about anyone before, which forced her smile a little more, making her squint her eyes a bit as she lifted her mouth to her lips, He is so cute...and so mature...this is the longest I have actually spoken with someone and not picked up a book...
She sat in her own little world, thinking about what else to say, she wanted to keep talking to him...but couldn't get her mouth to form words.

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The male blinked as he watched the movements of her head dropping, and he frowned. "Stop doing that, trying to cover yourself and all. I don't like it. I can barely see you, but still, I can still see you. It's, complicated, somehow." Ichigo got off his chair and crouched down to get in eye level with her, not caring if people looked or what.

The Japanese boy poked out two digits, his index and his middle, and put them under her chin to lift her head up gently, using his other hand to brush the pigtails away from her eyes. He listened to the commotion and sighed, muttering under his breath. "What a very responsible teacher."

Though, the screaming of the creature was beginning to tick him off; it was quite evident by the scowl now plastered onto his face. "I swear, if that creature does not shut up and leave that poor boy alone.." he assumed the child's gender to be a male, which was in all honesty, a guess.

A migraine began blossoming; since he was sensitive to loud noises. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, dear. Rarely do I ever get angry like this." The male said softly to Leslie, and he stood up, slamming his hands loudly onto the desk and screaming.


"Will you shut up you big-mouthed, abusive, low-life, scummy, impolite, hard-headed, jerk off?! You do NOT talk to women that way, and obviously, the boy wants you to knock it off! So leave him the goddamn hell alone, and let go!"

The male fumed, puffing furiously. Obviously, he hated seeing women, the younger, or basically anyone getting messed with. It just made him go furious. "Don't underestimate me.." he growled under his breath. "Besides, you're always going to be near humans, you utter unintelligent creature. Leslie," he said, turning to her fiercely. "Remember, if anyone, ANYONE, wants to mess with you, find me."

The male softly smiled. "I promise I'll get 'em!"

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My head is going to pop if anymore blood rushes to my cheeks! ran through her head as she looked at him wide-eyed, he touched her face like he knew her, like they had been friends for ages though they only met today...but I don't mind...
Her heart started pounding as he hollered at the creature that seemed to be growing out of that students back, he stood firm and defended them...not even knowing their names. She thought about all the times she had been teased, or heard someone being teased and never had the courage to speak up. A pang of shame shot through her momentarily, until he broke her from her thoughts with the sharp use of her name.

" Leslie," he said, turning to her fiercely. "Remember, if anyone, ANYONE, wants to mess with you, find me."
He was fierce, his soul was demanding, vibrating at such a speed. She could see how intensely he felt about defending others.
"I promise I'll get them."
The change in his tone fell on his soul, it mellowed out...and she detected a hint of compassion, different from when he was talking to the others. She started blushing and dipped her head, but stopped. She lifted it back up to meet his gaze, and even brushed her hair out of her face as she smiled up at him, "Okay, I promise I will."

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Ichigo flinched at the sound of a yell, then saw something land on the creature's head. He began calming down, and was soon giggling like a schoolgirl. "Awesome payback," he said quietly, then turned all of his attention to Leslie. The male smiled softly, and ruffled her hair playfully.

"Good."

The boy said briefly, yet gently, and crouched down once again to stare directly into her eyes as if he was gazing at her soul. He rested his hands on his knees and breathed in quietly, before speaking with a bit of shown emotion.

"I was wondering," he began. "if you'd, perhaps, suggest being mine?" Thinking about his question, his cheeks immediately lit up bright red, what if she took it wrong? His bangs covering his eyes in response, he chuckled nervously. "I-I mean, not like that! I mean, l-like, my weapon, y-you know?"

"B-but, I mean l-like, I probably wouldn't mind if you were that type of mine anyways, because you know, you're nice and stuff, though I mean, I want to be your meister and stuff, but I don't think you're bad or anything, b-but but but..." he trailed off, his cheeks growing to be scarlet. "Look at me! Ha-ha! I'm rambling! It's totally normal for me to ramble! I never shut up!"

He lowered his head, and for a couple of minutes, he went silent. Finally, he spoke very quietly at first.. "I mean, you're nice and stuff but..." then, he trailed off. About a couple of seconds later, he yelled. "I don't know! I'm not ready for an intimate relationship! I'm just a meek man! Gah! Then how would I talk to a girlfriend!? WHAT AM I?!"

Suddenly, he went silent, panting from his sudden outbursts; and well, unexpected embarrassment. He looked up weakly through the bangs which covered his eyes and stared at her, whimpering quietly like a young youth, or, well, maybe a puppy. "Sorry. All I was asking was, if I could perhaps, wield you? Be your meister.."

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Leslie listened as Ichiro stammered, and happiness filled her as he spoke. I think I would be anything with you...
She stood and leaned over the desk, hands trembling, I won't let me fear stop me anymore, She cupped his cheeks in her soft hands and lifted his gaze to hers.
"If you can lift me, I'll be yours," she said sweetly.
In her head she was stammering, and fear struck her...I want to...I want to...I want to.... She gulp a little and leaned forward pressing her soft lips to his forehead.
She wanted to run, to turn and flee. This moment was perfect, he was happy and she was happy...everything could change after that line was crossed. She had never kissed anyone before, ever brought her face that close to another's, she hesitated as she pulled away to look in his eyes and watched his face, and his soul for a reaction.

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(lol hurray for mushy moments. ;D)

"L-L-L-L-Les.....l...ie?"

The male stammered violently, and in a rather good way, his heart was racing. Why in class, though? People would be staring! Probably, though he barely minded.

Though, instead of racing, the minute she decided to kiss him, it pounded and every last patch of pale skin on his cheeks immediately turned as red and bright as a batch of bloomed roses.

"For a moment," he said quietly. "I saw your face. You were so close, I...I actually got to see you. You are v-very beautiful..." The male shuddered and covered his lips. "Oi, this is so weird, in class..."


The male, to let off pressure, grabbed Leslie quickly and lead them both out of the classroom. "Excuse me! Sorry but I have to go to the nurse, or whatever, I suddenly don't feel well!"

He exited the door and shot a hard glance at the creature thing and led them both down the hall. Once he was pretty much far away from the classroom, he slumped against the wall and panted. Luckily, he soon regained composure.

Nervously, he tugged on the collar of his green button-up, long sleeved shirt (though his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows) and stuttered. "I-I-I d-don't k-know w-what t-to s-s-s-a-ay...but, I do know, that I n-need to say thank you." The male softly smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her, seeing every facial feature. Indeed, she was very beautiful, and his heart almost skipped a beat.

"Of course I could lift you. See? Unless, you mean weapon form." Playfully, he lifted her up and held her bridal style against his chest. "Not that hard; you are quite small after all."

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Ichiro held Leslie in her arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Well," she smiled, a little more confident in the empty hallway, "Lets try."
Before he could respond she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Her mouth was small, and her lips were soft. She help them there, then dissapeared in a cloud of pinkish-orange smoke.
She landed in his open hands in her weapon form. His hand was wrapped around her hilt which was two feet long in itself. Another 6 feet of smooth, wide black steel formed from the hilt.
Laslty, though she wasn't sure he could see it she knew he would feel the warmth coming off of her, glowing inscriptions began to form from the hilt to the tip radiating her soul fire.
"I am Rekke-ken, the Hell Sword", she said, "And it looks like you have a new weapon."

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"Don't worry about me," Leslie chirped, "As you can see in this form I'm not a little girl anymore."

When he mentioned resonating she paused, "I don't want to hurt you..." she peeped, "If we can't resonate properly my Hell fire may burn you."
She took the chance and tried, "Soul Resonance."

The area within Ichiro's soul burst into flames, and he found himself standing in a circle of flames. They danced a red-orange color, flickering up to his waste as the engravings on her blade slowly ran up his arms, as she matched his wave-length easily. Seeing's souls made this simple for her, She could resonate with anyone, but the Hell fire would still burn anyone who tried to use her. She smiled as silence past, No screams of pain...and he hasn't dropped me yet...
She spoke to him through the blade, "This is my Aura of Immolation," she began, "I can control the Hell Fire within me...and you should be able to as well."
She dispersed the flames around him and wispy smoke was left behind. The intricate glowing inscription reached up to his biceps.

She couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of kissing him, but it was nice. She blushed openly, thankful it didn't show in this form.
She smiled and said, "How does the Hell fire feel, Onii-Chan?"
I hope it didn't hurt him...

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Leslie beamed she was so happy, "I'm happy you like it."
She poofed back into her human form, and stood before him holding his hand. The intricate symbols covered her body, and curled up onto her face. She opened her eyes, to reveal pupil-less orange behind her red glasses. She looked up at his, glowing, "It's because my family was cursed by a witch a long time ago". She knew he didn't like it, but she dipped her head. The air around the two was a little sticky and swirled from the heat difference in the air. Her blond strands danced as she spoke.
"A long, long time ago a witch fell in love with my great-great-great grandmother. She was wild, a weapon. He adored her and watched her whenever he could. One day he approached her, and bestowed upon her a great power. The power of flames, but she turned immediately and attempted to destroy him. The moment she ate his soul she became Rekka-ken, but every meister that tried to use her...died. The stronger she felt about the person, the hotter her flame burned."
She brought her gaze back up to his, glowing orange eyes meeting his green ones, "No one has ever stood in my flames before...I don't know why you are different..." she started to tear up, and the inscriptions receded from them, her eyes returning to a watery blue. She trembled where she stood for a moment, then hugged him, "Onii-Chan...I'm so happy I didn't hurt you."

((Onii-Chan:Big Brother, for anyone who doesn't know))

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"Well, I can not say it didn't hurt, but I am able to bear with it." The male smiled and hovered over the smaller frame, embracing her with his robust limbs. Ichigo's face hovered over hers, his forehead gently yet firmly pressed against the younger female's.

The Japanese native's creamy strands and locks of vanilla colored hair dangled near her cheeks, pressing them both together as if protecting her, or enclosing her. "I vow to protect my dear friend, despite my being, through anything."


Ichigo's feminine eyelashes fluttered briefly for a few moments before closing, sighing faintly as he listened to the ominous rustle of dead leaves nearby. "It's kind of peaceful out here," the male said, his gaze shifting towards the laughing sun in the sky. That sun slightly creeped him out, though, he could care less.

The male prodded at her back gently, since of course, his arms were wrapped around her back. "I feel unbelievably joyed to have a weapon now. I wonder when we'll be able to begin missions; I imagine that we have to practice though."

Ichigo blinked and chuckled, pressing his plump lips to her cheek, briefly kissing her before breaking away and resting his hands on her shoulders. "This is your decision. Would you like to practice, so I can get used to holding you?" The male rose his thumb and wiped away the rest of the female's tears, and awaited her answer patiently, a lingering coral pink blush plastered onto his high cheeks.

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Standing in his arms she closed her eyes and took in her surroundings. She could feel the warmth beating down on them from above, and the hard stones of the courtyard beneath her feet. Her hair drifted slightly in the wind, as the breeze touched her face. Dead leaves rustled close by, and the tree's made a sound similar to the ocean as the wind made the branches dance.

[b]It's kind of peaceful out here," she felt his warm breath on her nose, and his skin pressing against hers.
"The most beautiful things in this world can not be seen, peace is easy to find. You only have to let the other senses carry you away..."

She looked up as he wiped her tears away, "As long as you let me know if it becomes bothersome," she paused, "It's always been hard, my Soul Fire is controlled through my emotions. We need to dual someone before we take on any missions, so you can feel me at my most intense."

She vanished in a smoke and landed in his hands, her the inscriptions formed up the blade, "Right now, I am pretty calm," they rose up his hands just past his wrists, "The more intense the emotion, the further my soul fire will travel across your body, and the more intensely I will burn."

Her demeanor changed, "For now let's practice!" She slowed her breathing and became focused, allowing herself to feel Ichiro's wavelength being passed to her, absorbed it, and sent it back amplifying it's power.

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The male looked down at the burning inscriptions, and breathed shakily, mainly from the sudden shock of the heating sensation. "I see." Slowly, his gaze shifted to the Rekke-ken clutched in his hands. Ichigo gradually tucked his sleeves in on his collared shirt, and now, they stopped at his elbow exactly, ready to get to work.

Delicately slipping the tip of the sword in the dirt, he put his hands on his hips and gently smiled. "Right. Time to get to practicing." The male breathed in deeply, relaxing his mind and soul, cleansing stress and his thoughts.

Grabbing onto the shaft of the long Rekke-ken, he pulled it out of the ground with ease and began.

He did swings, kicks, and even attempted to do a backhand flip by shoving the sword into the ground and flinging his body into the air upright.

After a series of these events, he finished it off by jabbing the sword into the ground, resting the ball of each palm onto the hilt, and balanced in the air upside down.

Blinking his glazed eyes, he barely had any sweat (just naturally) and he seemed to enjoy doing a handstand on the sword. Since it was so tall, it felt nice.

"This is fun," he said, smiling softly. The male's legs of his pants reached down to his knee from gravity, and his shirt reached all the way up to his ribs, since of course, he was upside down. "I kind of feel like a bat. I could easily meditate like this."

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"This is so much fun!" she said, "It's like I'm dancing with your soul...it's quite lovely."
He weilded her with the much grace...

Inside Her Soul

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A tall oak tree stands on a hill surrounded by a sea of rolling wheat. The grass is flattened all around the tree, and a swing hangs low from a tall branch. The rope is worn where its been held in the same spot over and over again. It still swings, as if someone just hopped off of it. A trail of bend grass leads down to beach where tiny foot prints lead up to the waters edge.
Child Leslie sits bathed in a summer sunset, wriggling her toes in the soft wet sand. She feels the water soaking into her thin white sun dress underneath of her, and the warm summer air blowing through her loose blond hair. The cold ocean water rushes up, crashing around her ankles and cooling her warm skin. She sits with her eyes closed feeling the summer night soak into her skin, her glasses resting on her tiny nose.
She practices controlling her wavelength and listens to a distant Spanish guitar.


She calls out to him from her warm lazy summer happy place, her eyes still closed, "One day, when we resonate just right...you will be able to be here with me..."
She held him up as she meditates, letting time pass without notice.

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The male hopped off the sword and sighed, smiling, his eyes seeming to be a bit watery than usual.

"One day, Leslie. But, I believe it'd be rather easy to get us both in there. In a way, I'm a lot like you." Ichigo allowed himself to show true emotion for once, and he crouched down on the ground next to the sword, smiling in delight as he cried silently. "I think we've had enough practice," he whispered, gazing down at the inscriptions on his wrist and hand.

"Hey, Leslie," he inquired, scooting closer to the sword, his cargo pants clacking from the many iron buttons on it. "do you think I'm too much of a softy? Should I be, well," the male looked down, cringed, and started blushing. Shyly, he ducked his head, even though he hated it, it was instinct. "like, more forward? M-masculine? Should I stop hesitating and just kiss someone and get it over with? I r-remember back when I w-was 15, a girl kissed me on the cheek, and I ended up squeaking and fainting from confusion. I mean, I contemplated in my head and stuff. B-but, like, I don't know."

Hng. I'm usually calm. What's with me? Maybe it's because I feel comfortable around Leslie..yeah, yeah that's it. "Basically I need advice. Women are better with advice."

Suddenly, he shut up, and went blank. His eyes blinked, and his cheeks started flushing further. "Do you mind, like, turning..um, normal form? I-I mean, I love your weapon form! I-It's hot! I MEAN, like, hot...as in..cool, and steamy, because you know, you're hot. THE WEAPON IS, I MEAN. A-and I'm kind of, not calm, hyper maybe, I don't know, I just don't want to turn into a crisp. And I feel kind of awkward."

He went silent again, and this time he rose his head, his long locks and strands of hair brushing his face. The boy's eyes were stained with previous tears, and his whole cheeks were pink, and at the same time, he used the "puppy eye" technique. Ichigo's head shifted to the weapon, and he stared at her expectantly. "I don't want to be labeled as weak..and soft. And can't even kiss a girl. I mean, I kissed you and stuff, on the cheek, but I've never..you know, kissed a girl on the lips before. I-I-I DON'T WANNA DO THAT NOW THOUGH!" The boy's cheeks suddenly turned a shade of magenta, and his eyes watered. "Darn, I'm usually calm! What's going on with me? Leslieeeee!" The male cried, hugging the weapon. "I think it's because I know you a lot now! I feel comfortable. My emotions!~"

Ichigo stared at the weapon with the same, innocent look, unable to get the lingering expression off his face.

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Leslie giggled, bursting in sweet, salty smelling smoke sitting lotus style in front of him. Pushing her glasses up on the arch of her nose, her blue eyes magnified in the glass she said, "Ichigo...Onii-chan, why do all men think they have to be stone-walls?"
She smiled and cradled his chin in her left hand, tapping his nose with her right index finger, "It doesn't matter how you display your emotions, all that matter's is that they are there. One can not enjoy the happiest of times, until they feel despair once in their life, nor can one appreciate safety until they are in put in danger...Onii-chan, you simply appreciate things more, and other's may not understand it...but never change the way you are."

She giggled once again, her demeaner changing to a bubbly girl she never knew rested within her, "And it's ok, I know Im hot,' she said winking at him, and mussing his hair a bit. She stood extending her hand out to his, "Would you like to come to my apartment...I have been waiting a long time for my Meister...there is a room waiting for you...though I'm not a very good cook..."

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Ichigo's eyes immediately widened when she took his chin, and then, said she knew she was hot. His high cheeks, since he did indeed have high cheek bones, became darker to a hot pink.

"R-R-Right..." he murmured, and when she offered to come to her apartment, his heart skipped a bit and he almost looked shocked. "Really?! I won't be alone anymore! No more days of constant tending to my gardens! No more days of loneliness! You don't know how much I love you right now!"

The male's voice went high-pitched, and almost sounded convincingly feminine. He sprung up and grabbed her into an embrace, twirling her around for a few seconds before putting her down; though now he felt a bit dizzy. He smiled. "Don't worry! I can handle the cooking. I know some recipes I learned from being alone all these years, and so, I've discovered that I am quite an okay cook."

He fluttered his eyelashes as every deep, secretive, emotion all leaked out of him like an oil spill. Unexplained, extremely feminine behavior, insane crying, he was all letting it out thanks to his best friend, and loved weapon, Leslie Cunningham, and he felt that he needed to pay her back for being so great, as oddly eelymosynary he is.

"I love you so much!" Fixing his hair real fast, he spun in a circle before falling onto his bottom. "Excuse me, I need to regain balance. He, he."

Ichigo stared off into space, and soon, he didn't feel dizzy anymore. He got up quickly and grabbed the girl's shoulders, pulling her face forwards, and kissing her on the cheek, her forehead, and even her lips at one point, but that was by accident, though he didn't realize it. "I am so happy! I can't wait to see where you live? Is it pretty? Do you have nice neighbors? Do you have any animals? Oh oh! May I bring my flute after I check out the apartment with you? I don't have much stuff though, so you shouldn't worry. Dear heavens, this is so exhilarating!"

He broke away from the girl and tapped his bottom lip in thought. "What if there are children there? Ahhhh! I love toddlers and young youth! They're all so cute and sweet, just like my little Leslieeee!" Ichigo squeaked, his cheeks dimming down to a simple, attractive, coral pink blush, and he grabbed her hand. "Of course I will come!"