Ichigo had a pensive smile, as he watched the flickering light show. ...But, before he knew it, he was watching several fireflies flit closer to the two of them. Then, as the little lights flitted in, and out of existence, Ichigo found himself watching Ggio's wide eyed wonder at this simple beauty.
It was...bittersweet, really. Ichigo was pleased that his initial impressions had been correct; the little arrancar was anything but the blood thirsty monstrous image that the arrancar had become in too many minds. But, the young shinigami also felt a low, simmering anger at how...how wrong it seemed that Ggio's existence was so devoid of the simple joys. That low simmering anger grew a little more each time Ggio expressed a lack of knowledge in life, or whenever Ggio said, or implied that servitude was the arrancar's only purpose in this 'life' he had been given as an arrancar.
He doesn't have to live like that. None of them should have to live like that! And just because this 'Segunda' guy didn't kill him outright, doesn't mean Ggio should have to serve him. Damnitt...I don't understand how Grimmjow can stand--
Ichigo sighed quietly, and ran one hand through his ginger hair. He was back to thinking about the Sexta Espada again, and by now Ichigo's thoughts would just go in the same circles they had been, then he would end up frustrated, and irritable, which wasn't fair to Ggio.
The warm, summer wind ruffled the branches overhead; the soft sound adding itself into the night chorus of crickets, until the very darkness itself seemed to be alive; not in a menacing way, but a comfortable one. ...But, the warm wind brought just the slightest touch of Ggio's scent to him, and Ichigo's eyes suddenly were back on Ggio as that spicey-sweet trace of scent caught the attention of something deep down inside; something with yellowed eyes, and a crazed smile.
Still, Ichigo continued to look intently at the little arrancar, and he was not even aware that he was purposefully studying the slight form, and the erratic pulsebeat of reiatsu coming from it--
What...what is that?
Suddenly Ichigo blinked, becoming aware that he was feeling Ggio's reiatsu, and more; that some part--the dark-- part of Ichigo had responded to the little arrancar.
Quickly raising one hand to rub at his eyes, the young shinigami shoved the darkness down again. Silently reminding the hollow within that he, Ichigo, was still king, and the hollow had best behave. Thankfully, Ggio's first statement finally registered then, and offered enough of a distraction from these very dangerous philosophical wanderings.
"Huh? Er...guys can raise babies, help take care of them, sure, but they can't actually give birth, Ggio."
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Date: 2009-06-28 08:49 am (UTC)...But, before he knew it, he was watching several fireflies flit closer to the two of them. Then, as the little lights flitted in, and out of existence, Ichigo found himself watching Ggio's wide eyed wonder at this simple beauty.
It was...bittersweet, really. Ichigo was pleased that his initial impressions had been correct; the little arrancar was anything but the blood thirsty monstrous image that the arrancar had become in too many minds.
But, the young shinigami also felt a low, simmering anger at how...how wrong it seemed that Ggio's existence was so devoid of the simple joys. That low simmering anger grew a little more each time Ggio expressed a lack of knowledge in life, or whenever Ggio said, or implied that servitude was the arrancar's only purpose in this 'life' he had been given as an arrancar.
He doesn't have to live like that. None of them should have to live like that! And just because this 'Segunda' guy didn't kill him outright, doesn't mean Ggio should have to serve him.
Damnitt...I don't understand how Grimmjow can stand--
Ichigo sighed quietly, and ran one hand through his ginger hair. He was back to thinking about the Sexta Espada again, and by now Ichigo's thoughts would just go in the same circles they had been, then he would end up frustrated, and irritable, which wasn't fair to Ggio.
The warm, summer wind ruffled the branches overhead; the soft sound adding itself into the night chorus of crickets, until the very darkness itself seemed to be alive; not in a menacing way, but a comfortable one.
...But, the warm wind brought just the slightest touch of Ggio's scent to him, and Ichigo's eyes suddenly were back on Ggio as that spicey-sweet trace of scent caught the attention of something deep down inside; something with yellowed eyes, and a crazed smile.
Still, Ichigo continued to look intently at the little arrancar, and he was not even aware that he was purposefully studying the slight form, and the erratic pulsebeat of reiatsu coming from it--
What...what is that?
Suddenly Ichigo blinked, becoming aware that he was feeling Ggio's reiatsu, and more; that some part--the dark-- part of Ichigo had responded to the little arrancar.
Quickly raising one hand to rub at his eyes, the young shinigami shoved the darkness down again. Silently reminding the hollow within that he, Ichigo, was still king, and the hollow had best behave.
Thankfully, Ggio's first statement finally registered then, and offered enough of a distraction from these very dangerous philosophical wanderings.
"Huh? Er...guys can raise babies, help take care of them, sure, but they can't actually give birth, Ggio."