로그인She wakes up the next morning feeling refreshed, though she slept on a hard bed. The ravens outside the window start flying away. She rubs her eyes as she sits up, the sunlight from the window illuminating the whole room. She stands up and walks to the showers, slinging her towel along the way. As she walks in the shower, she puts her towel on one of the racks as she immediately opens the shower head, because she slept in her birthday suit anyway. She get out of the shower after a while. “Well, time to pass my projects.” She murmurs to herself. She puts on her clothes. She grabs her bag as she heads out the door. Walking down the hall, Mr. Rustico, the old security guard greets her. “Hello, little girl, slept well last night?” he asks. “I’m fine Mr. Rustico, though the bed was hard.” She smiles at the old man. “Well, if you have no friends, I’ll be your friend. I’m a lonely old man after all.” He replies smiling, scurrying away. She smiles as she walks. ‘Mr. Rustico is a nice old grampa.’ She thinks to herself as she walks out of the dormitory building to the main building of the campus. She enters the main building, planning to enter the faculty room as she passes through Peter. “Hey Peter!” She smiles as she waves to him. He ignores Ichigo, instead he puts his arm over Monica’s shoulder. They pass by her, as if she’s invisible. As Monica passes by Ichigo, she gives her a little smirk. ‘Well, Peter and Monica seem to be getting along well.’ She thinks to herself, slipping away to another hallway. She goes inside the faculty to pass her projects to her professor. “Good work Ichigo.” Prof. Perkins remarks. “Thank you Mr. Perkins.” She gives him a little bow. She walks out of the faculty room, planning to head back to the dormitory building. As she nears the entrance of the dormitory building, she hears a voice from behind her. “Hey little girl, want to have fun?” A group of men start to walk towards Ichigo. “Who are you?” she asks them shyly. One of the men holds her by her neck. “You know what we are, little girl, and you’re going to do what we want you to do.” He says ominously. “How the hell, are you guys even inside the campus grounds?” she asks. “That doesn’t matter little girl, we’re going to have fun tonight whether you know why or not.” The other men nod in agreement. “Well, okay. I’ll have fun with you guys, just tell me, the reason why you picked me?” she asks, feeling a little bolder. “Well well, Miss. M was right about you.” He smirks triumphantly. “You lack resolve.” He remarks. “Look what I found here.” A familiar voice says at the other end of the alley Ichigo got pulled into. “No Mr. Rustico! You’ll get hurt!” Ichigo shouts. “Well, well. What are you going to do you old geezer!” the man laughs. The other men laugh with him. “There’s a reason why we’re in a dark alleyway are we?” Mr. Rustico says, smiling. “What do you mean Mr. Rustico?” Ichigo asks tentatively, still being held by her neck. “I’m saying that that man can manipulate the shadows. That’s the genetic ability given by the devil.” Mr. Rustico replies. “You’re quite the detective yourself old man.” The man snickers. “But what can you do about it?” he laughs. “I don’t know, Harold Lombardi.” Almost in an instant, fire dances on his hands, forming a flaming hippogriff. Harold Lombardi smirks. He lets go of Ichigo, handing her over to two of his men, who restrain both her arms. Red hot chains shoot out from his arms, connected to razor sharp scythes. “Let’s see how much soul you’ve got left old man.” He snickers. “Well, a sixty-five year old man like me, still have a lot of life left.” He charges forward, shooting fireballs at Harold Lombardi. He propels himself to the air. He seems to be using his chains. “Chain tornado!” he starts spinning around fast, until he turns into a metallic blur. “Incinerate!” Blue flames burst out from Mr. Rustico’s hands, melting some of Harold’s chains, spreading molten iron around the small alley. “Decapitate!” one of Harold’s chains shoot towards Mr. Rustico, but instead of defending himself, he blasts the two men holding Ichigo’s arms, turning them both to ash. “Argh!” the old man’s left arm is cut right off. “Run!” He shouts towards Ichigo. “Flaming barrier.” A flaming wall forms in front of the old man, shielding off Harold’s attacks. “You’ve got the girl old man, but the Lombardi clan will not forget about the Rustico clan.” He says as he slings himself away. Ichigo runs as far as her legs could carry her. She’s always known that there were unusual things going around in Jhotar, but she didn’t count on something that unusual. She enters the dormitory lobby, panting. “Hey, little girl. How are you?” Mr. Rustico enters after her. She turns around to see the old security guard with his arm torn off. “Mr. Rustico! You could have died! Care to explain?” she stands up abruptly.
"Well the noodle shop seems to be peaceful." Ichigo pouts. "Let's just eat." They both sit down on the fairly tall wooden stools on the noodle shop. "Beef noodles for her, and chicken noodles for me." He places his order. He pays one hundred thirty five Chokrins to the noodle maker, who gets to their noodles. "Why won't Peter see through Monica at all?" she asks. "Well, remember the path of horror? Its first sub-path is submission." He says. "No, that wouldn't make any sense. I think Peter is acting on his own accord." She closes her eyes. The cook hands them over their bowls. Mike immediately eats his chicken noodles, but Ichigo closes her eyes to pray to the God of the Moon. "Why do you bother praying?" he asks, eating his food with his fork. "You wouldn't understand." She takes the chopsticks to eat. "Just like how I think using your fork to eat these noodles is disgusting." They continue to eat in silence. "Hey," Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. "You finished?" he asks. "You
“I did see a ghost.” Ichigo’s eyes widen. “Um, Ichigo, you’re freaking me out…” he sits back into his chair. “What’s wrong?” she says ominously. Her eyes start glowing slightly, but it disappears. “Well, calm down Ichigo, we’ll find a solution to this problem. At least now we know that she’s using the horror path.” Ichigo closes her eyes, breathing heavily. Mike sighs. “I think I should give her what she wants. I’m moving.” She opens her eyes. “That’s your choice.” They both stand up. She looks at him for a second longer before they walk out of the library. It was a silent walk back to the dormitory building. After walking across the field and getting wet leaves inside their shoes, they arrive at the building. “I’ll help you move.” Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. “No, I’ll face the music myself.” She walks forward without hi
“No. Father, what do you mean?” she asks, feeling confused. “Just do it Ichigo.” He says before the Yamanaka walled village completely disappears from her vision. “That was weird.” She whispers to herself as she opens her eyes. It seems that she’s back in the examination room. Monica’s eyes twitch as she looks away, but Ichigo doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey Ichigo, you okay? You seemed to be spacing out for a second back there.” Mike whispers to her. “No, I’m okay. There is just something I really need to do.” She says, closing her eyes briefly. “Do you still want to know about the special abilities from the Gods?” he asks. She nods. “Then we’ll be discussing it in the far corners of the public library.” He smiles at her with a thumbs up. ‘There is really no stopping Mike is there?’ she thinks to herself. Before they knew it the examinations are finished. As sh
The sun rises, shining down on to the great city of Ishapolis, also on Ichigo’s window. She rubs her eyes, like every morning she does. She sits up on the bed, looking out the window. There, once again there is a conspiracy of ravens outside. She smiles to herself, like the ravens are looking after her. It’s nice to think about. She stands up for a little stretch. ‘My father was right for calling me little. I mean, look at me! People would use the word petite to describe me.’ She shrugs slightly. After getting ready, she goes out to walk down the hallway. The hallway is white, so stains can be easily seen in it. Electric bulbs lined up on the wall as if they were still torches from the middle ages. She greets Mr. Rustico, which she is now accustomed to do now. She gets out of the dormitory building, to the green fields that seem to be always wet. After long months of morning rain, this wet dew-y grass always slobbering around her feet is starting to get on her nerves. ‘Well, it’s ti
“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Ichigo pouts. “Listen to me little Ichigo, you may be a daughter of the Yamanaka, but never forget what they have done to us. Never forget the pain, but move past it. The pain makes you stronger. Do not seek revenge, but keep it in your mind.” He says. “Yes daddy.” She replies. They hold each other in their arms for a long while before the sun starts to slowly set. “Well, this is it my daughter.” He says painfully. “Wait! What’s my mother’s name!” her father puts his arms around her as his body slowly turns into floating embers, floating away into the night sky. “Papa!” she cries. He wraps his arms around his daughter as, slowly but surely, he turns into floating embers. “I love you Ichi-go.” He says as he disappears, floating out into the sky’s abyss. His body and neck disappear, but his face still managed a smile. The ravens fly out from the
The sun shines down on her window. A new day has begun with a small breeze. She looks out of her window, seeing the trees with birds on their branches. Ichigo smiles as the birds happily chirp away. “Get up Ichigo!” Her mom yells from the living room. She immediately stands up. She walks out of her room to the living room. “Go get me a glass of water.” Her mother says in a commanding tone. Ichigo obeys her mother, like she always had. “She passes by her father in the kitchen, who simply smiles at her, though she could see a hint of sadness in his smile. She gets the glass of water to give to her mom. She takes a sip. “Look at your little brother. He has higher grades than you. He’ll be a proper man one day. Your father doesn’t even talk to you!” she says triumphantly. Ichigo doesn’t dare question her mother. She bows her head before she goes out of the house. She remembers the time her father would go in her room to give her iced cream from the local creamery. She would be very exit