Ichigo knew he shouldn't have expected better, but the accusation that he'd just given up still caused a flare of anger in him all the same. When Shiro's mini-tyrade ended, and the hollow got up to leave, Ichigo threw the blankets off, and followed post haste.
In the middle of the store, anyone would be able to hear them, and that wouldn't do. It wasn't the Kuchiki's, or Madsen's, and certainly not Yori-san's business what he, and Shiro were talking about, so Ichigo simply grabbed Shiro's shoulder, and spun him around - making certain to keep himself from getting decked in the face if the hollow decided to haul off, and punch him too.
"Oh hell no! You don't get to pull the pissed off martyr act, then walk away!"
Gripping a fistful of Shiro's shirt in one hand, he dragged the hollow back into the alcove, and kept his voice at as low of a hiss as he possibly could.
"You want a better explanation, then fine, but you don't get to hear part of it, decide you know what the fuck I did, and then walk off in a huff.
I spent months, months, trying to figure out if you were alive or dead. I spent all that time forcing jinzen, forcing my senses to focus, and no it didn't work all that well, but later on, you know what I found out? Until our goddamn reiatsu recovered, there wasn't shit I could do!
But I kept at it, anyway. Don't you dare call me a fucking liar, either. I went to school, pretended to have a life, and every. Single. Night. I spent my time meditating on my daikou badge. I reached for you, for that part of me that knew how to fight, that burned all the time, and you know what it felt like?! Trying to force a broken fucking arm to work! I was sick most of the time when I came out of it!
So you tell me, if I had taken some fucked up workaround from Urahara, or just gone ahead, and let myself fucking die - just to see you again - how happy would you be?! Or better yet, how many times have you told me you "never asked to exist" and that it was all getaboshi's fault for making us this way in the first place! You can blame me for being stupid about the method, sure, but I didn't just sit around doing nothing! It was a shitty situation, and no good ways to deal with it, but you do not get to tell me that I gave up on you"
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In the middle of the store, anyone would be able to hear them, and that wouldn't do. It wasn't the Kuchiki's, or Madsen's, and certainly not Yori-san's business what he, and Shiro were talking about, so Ichigo simply grabbed Shiro's shoulder, and spun him around - making certain to keep himself from getting decked in the face if the hollow decided to haul off, and punch him too.
"Oh hell no! You don't get to pull the pissed off martyr act, then walk away!"
Gripping a fistful of Shiro's shirt in one hand, he dragged the hollow back into the alcove, and kept his voice at as low of a hiss as he possibly could.
"You want a better explanation, then fine, but you don't get to hear part of it, decide you know what the fuck I did, and then walk off in a huff.
I spent months, months, trying to figure out if you were alive or dead. I spent all that time forcing jinzen, forcing my senses to focus, and no it didn't work all that well, but later on, you know what I found out? Until our goddamn reiatsu recovered, there wasn't shit I could do!
But I kept at it, anyway. Don't you dare call me a fucking liar, either. I went to school, pretended to have a life, and every. Single. Night. I spent my time meditating on my daikou badge. I reached for you, for that part of me that knew how to fight, that burned all the time, and you know what it felt like?! Trying to force a broken fucking arm to work! I was sick most of the time when I came out of it!
So you tell me, if I had taken some fucked up workaround from Urahara, or just gone ahead, and let myself fucking die - just to see you again - how happy would you be?! Or better yet, how many times have you told me you "never asked to exist" and that it was all getaboshi's fault for making us this way in the first place! You can blame me for being stupid about the method, sure, but I didn't just sit around doing nothing! It was a shitty situation, and no good ways to deal with it, but you do not get to tell me that I gave up on you"