Chapter 3
A part of Ichigo Kurosaki, a part buried deep, wondered when he had become so used to the feeling of
déjà vu. Carrying Senna on his back was achingly familiar. Having her in his house even more so. When he had set the silent girl on his bed, he had been hit by a
flash of her, kicking her feet back and grinning at him. It was enough to defuse the annoyance he would have otherwise had, with a girl on his bed. Even Rukia annoyed him with that.
He couldn't find it in him to be annoyed at Senna. Even without the flashes of memory.
"Yo, Senna." Instead, he settled for sitting in his chair. Crossing his arms over the back, and staring at the silent girl. "You okay?"
Orange eyes were wet, as Senna sniffled and looked directly at Ichigo. She hadn't once stopped crying, even if it was silent, since he had left the mall. "I...I'm not. I'm really not."
"...yeah, kinda figured that."
Ichigo sighed deeply, and turned his gaze up towards the ceiling. Was it really possible to be 'okay' after learning you died? He'd died more than he cared to think about, so he wasn't
normal.
Not to mention Senna's a normal girl right now. Damnit.
Letting out a breath, the teenager drummed his fingers against his chair. What could he really do right now, for Senna? He needed to cheer her up or something. His fragmented memories were just that. Fragments. Pieces. Even with that, seeing Senna so quiet and
depressed was nothing like her. It was wrong, so very wrong.
"I almost wish I had the Hollow," Ichigo groused, running a hand through his hair. At least the Hollow was a useful punching bag.
Senna, for her part, twitched. "Hollow?"
"Very,
very long story." Ichigo replied. He really hoped that Senna remembered things later on, so he didn't have to explain everything to her. "Anyway, how much do you remember? All I'm getting is a lot of flashes."
Silent for a moment, Senna looked down at her hands. They clenched and unclenched in her skirt, nervous and uncomfortable. The girl sucked in a deep breath, held it, and let it loose in a heavy sigh. Her orange eyes looked anywhere but at Ichigo, and her legs twitched. She was waging an internal battle, and Ichigo, of all people, could tell that. He had experience with that. His just involved a lot more stabbing and screaming.
Man, when had fighting his Hollow and being stabbed by Zangetsu become
nostalgic?
"I don't remember much," Senna finally replied, her voice tiny and quiet. Afraid. "A lot of random things. I remember
you, I think. You kept chasing me everywhere like a creep."
Ichigo's eye twitched, "Watch it, you little twerp."
"What? It's true!" For the first time since they had reached the Kurosaki home, Senna actually smiled. It was a small one, a fragile thing, yet a smile nonetheless. One that was strained, when she continued. "I--I think I remember you fighting, too. Someone with grey hair. You had a big sword, and he kept hurting you."
From what Ichigo remembered, that guy in weird armor only fought him in his Bankai. Then again, who really knew? His memories were all jumbled up and scrambled, and Senna was probably the same way.
"Yeah...that's about how it went," the former Shinigami shrugged, spinning his chair around a little. If only so he could get up, and walk to sit next to Senna. "I don't remember much myself, but that guy was trying to kill you. And I won't let
anyone hurt my
friends like that."
Senna turned bright eyes up at Ichigo, a mix of confusion and fondness fighting behind her gaze. "We're friends?"
Are we? I think so?
Ichigo didn't let his own confusion show, settling for shrugging his shoulders again. "Yeah, I mean, probably. I know that I won't let anyone hurt you. I always protect my friends, and I think you're one of them. Or you were." A sour look crossed his face, the familiar scowl settling into place. "Damn, this is all so
confusing."
"You're telling me!" The girl fell back on his bed, her purple hair splayed out all over his blanket like a cascade of waves. Her smile was a little bit stronger now. "This is all sooooooo confusing. I remember you chasing me like a creep, and you getting hurt trying to protect me. And..."
Her voice trailed off, and Ichigo knew exactly why. He wasn't the most
emotional kind of guy, not really. He cried when his mother died. He cried when he had lost to Grand Fisher. He rarely, if ever, showed emotion on anything else. At least, not the kind that most people would call 'mushy'.
His heart, his soul, ached when he thought about how Senna had died. Even with all of that.
"Yeah...that happened too." Ichigo knew that she understood what he was saying, as he turned his head to look down on her. Fresh tears were visible, and her lip was upturned a little. She was trying not to cry.
She was trying to be strong, even though she was just a normal girl being forced to remember her death.
"Damnit, why'd I do this to you..." Muttering that under his breath, the former Shinigami fell back himself. He stared at his ceiling, and tried to find the words he needed. Fuck it. "I can't really say what happened, Senna. I know you gave up all your powers and died because of that. I know that I couldn't protect you, even after all of that. And I know that I hated myself for that."
'She's gone, Ichigo. And soon, our memories of her will fade. We can't remember someone who never existed.'
'I know. But right now? I can still hear her voice.'
Shaking his head, Ichigo found Senna staring at him. Staring
hard.
"You're just a big softy, aren't you?" Her voice tried to be happy and full of levity...but it really wasn't. She was still trying to make sense of everything.
Ichigo scowled, "No I'm not. I just hate not being able to protect someone!"
Senna giggled, weakly, and reached her hands up to play with her hair. "I mean, I totally get what you're saying. I think?" Her hands fell down, and the girl let out a frustrated noise. "It's all so confusing. I remember being a...a..."
"Shinigami." Ichigo helpfully supplied.
"That thingy!" Senna acted like she knew that all along, a hint of her normal cheer showing through. Just a hint. "I was a Shini-thingy, and I wanted to protect everyone too. It was our
job. More than that, it was
right. Y'know?"
Ichigo knew. He knew better than anyone, really. It was what made this entire situation
sting so much. He'd gotten Senna back, yes, even though what that meant was still foggy to him. It was basically impossible to know, until he got all his memories back. On top of all that,
neither of them had powers. Senna was never a real Shinigami to begin with, right?
And I gave my powers up.
It had never hurt quite as much, as it did in that very moment. Maybe...maybe...
A sudden
trill interrupted Ichigo's thoughts. The teen jumped to his feet, half-expecting it to be his combat pass, even after all this time. No. It wasn't. His hands reached down, where he felt his pocket vibrating. Ichigo pulled his phone free, staring at the offending object as if it would bite him. He idly looked at the number...and immediately blanched.
"Urahara," Ichigo didn't bother with pleasantries. He just answered the phone, and started talking.
"
Hello Ichigo!" The shopkeeper's cheerful voice was familiar, even if he hadn't heard it in
months. "
I was hoping you'd pick up!"
Massaging his brow, Ichigo groaned. "Get to the point, Urahara. Why are you calling me
now? You haven't talked to me since Aizen."
And I lost my powers.
The unspoken words got through the phone, clearly, as Urahara's voice sobered up.
"Ah. Yes. Well, I didn't want to burden you now that your powers are gone."
Senna, from her spot on the bed, blinked. "Your powers...?"
"And, unless I'm mistaken, that girl is the one your father told me about?" Urahara continued speaking, a thoughtful tone coming over the phone.
"You see, Ichigo, I'm fairly certain that you and some random girl acting like that isn't normal. Your father wanted me to take a look, and I'm not against it. After all, you always are interesting!"
Ichigo's first instinct was to deny Urahara, and just ignore him. The man was shady and while he
trusted Urahara, maybe even
liked him...the man never did anything without an ulterior motive. It just wasn't like him.
On the other hand...
"Fine, Urahara, I'll play your game." Ichigo looked over at Senna, out of the corner of his eye. This may be a chance to find out more about her. If anyone could unlock his memories, it was Urahara. "We'll be over there tomorrow."
"Good. And, Ichigo?"
"Yeah?"
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your powers. If I knew a way to return them..."
There was no need to respond to that. Ichigo knew that Urahara was aware of that, as well. The phone clicked off on the shopkeeper's end, and Ichigo turned back to Senna. She was looking at him curiously, clearly confused by the situation. At least she wasn't crying now. She probably wanted to know what that was all about. Actually. Had she ever met Urahara? His memories were still all fragmented, but, he didn't remember Urahara and Senna ever meeting.
Which just raised the obvious question. What did
Urahara know about all this?
Sighing again, Ichigo sat back down. That was a question for tomorrow. "Senna, I know you probably need to go home and everything..."
"Nah, not really. My parents aren't in town right now anyway." Senna cut him off, smiling shyly. It seemed to have only now dawned on her that she was in a
boy's room. "So, what was that about? And who's that 'Urahara' guy? He sounded like a creep."
"You could say that," Ichigo couldn't stop a snort. Urahara was certainly creepy, in more ways than one.
"I'm kinddddaaa sure you want me to go with you, don't you?"
With a scowl firmly fixed on his face, Ichigo nodded. "Yeah. Look, Senna...I'm not sure what's going on. I've never had memory flashes like this before."
If Ichigo expected Senna to answer those words, he would be disappointed. She spent more time staring at him, asking him to continue, than actually talking. Talking was something he wasn't good at, either. Not explaining a feeling like this. He talked much better with his fists or...with Zangetsu. Having to talk like this was uncomfortable, at the best of times.
"Urahara is shady as hell, but he's also the smartest guy I know." Ichigo bit back a frustrated noise, rubbing at his brow. This wasn't how he expected to spend his weekend, to say the least. "If anyone can figure out what's happening to us, he'll be able to do it. I can't ask you to go with me, though."
Senna shook her head, a smile once more on her face. "Hey, I came here didn't I? I want to know more about
you Ichigo. I feel like...like I'm missing something. Something very important."
More important than dying to save me?
Ichigo left those words unspoken. He didn't need to say them. Senna had made her choice, and he was honestly happy about it. Whoever Senna had been to him, before all of this, she was
still important now. He knew that much. Even if he didn't have powers, even if Urahara couldn't come up with a way to give them back, he was going to at least go see the man.
If nothing else, Ichigo wanted his
memories back.
Haaaaaahhhh....
Not really satisfied with this one, but I want to keep the story going. So sometimes, I guess there'll be chapters I'm not entirely satisfied with. I hope everyone enjoys it anyway.
Also, I decided against the flashback. I think that fits better once Urahara does his thing.
Shouldn't take as long for the next one. I've changed my time at work to get off earlier, so I won't be as worn out. And, if all goes well, I'll hopefully have a proper teaching position soon anyway. I hope.