Unexpected love

[ikiro Shikara]

The boy walked in his normal punk rock goth close replaced by a loosely fitting school uniform that seemed to be thrown together his amethyst eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the class room out side the *pat pat pat* of the rain was hardly heard over the class's shocked look at him he was for lack of beater word unnaturally lovely even with the piercing it was the eyes the yellow eyes that could be made from gold and that seemed endless like you could get lost in them drown in the light that seemed to shine from them he had his school bag slung over his shoulder lazily some of the girl's giggled some just gawked others were to afraid to do ether

he arrived at his desk the chair was knocked over but that was no problem with a simple swung of his leg the chair righted it self and with another it moved back for him to sit the silent whispers followed but he tuned it out a guy like him never seemed to care about anything or any one but that was the farthest thing from the truth Ikiro cared for his family more then his life but do to this fact he had also distanced him self for there own good

the class still had about a hour to start he had come in early as did most the school they wanted that extra time with there girl friends there boy friends and there regular friends Ikiro just hated being late as he closed his eyes and leaned back he drifted to and fro of his dreams thy seemed to eat away at his life some times maybe it was that Ikiro was to closed sometimes and sometimes he needed some one as a key to help him open up he did not know him self with a sigh he just sat there impassive letting the day drag by he hated the day the night he just hated time at times

he drifted off into his own little world ignoring every thing his amethyst eyes closed off to the world there glow no longer able to be seen by any one what a selfish world he thought only to be attracted to one such as me do to the fact of his looks but he also pitted the humans for not knowing true love he pity-ed them as he pity-ed him self he could always hear them whisper about him but they whispered behind each other backs as well " have you seen her lately i think she got pregnant " foolishness would be the death of the human race not him

[April Redwood]

Dreams? Dreams were only the picture that you wish to have, but you can't have it in reality. It is possible if a dream was able to come turn if it simple enough. For example to get a puppy or a simple nice pet. 100 fish, someone can do that,*I did it* becoming extremely famous through out the world. No part There are dreams which are too impossible to come turn out. Having a honesty from a man was impossible for Tsuki well that was beside her spirit. Who really find her more then attracting and wants her to hold his babies. Wow. The only man to told the truth. All Yoko wanted was to make love to her, become a father and be by Tsuki's side by all the time. Who is Yoko?

The spirit of Tsuki Zanpakuto is one person. It is a male, who in love with his weilder. When Tsuki first met the spirit. It made him have rash. Never in his life as he seen such beauty. Her music was beautiful, as if he never heard it before. It made him so charmed, it was as if he was under her spell. He could do only he could do is kiss her just to make her stop playing. Just that It made Tsuki knock out cold. Personality, He never the hopeless romantic, he is the pregnant dog get the f**k out of my way type. He is fox spirit but he could not help love music. He always wanting new information about his weilder, he would watch her over like any spirit would. His name is Yoko or Shuichi. Yoko has white hair that goes to his, and his fox ears are little gray, and that goes for his tails as well. His eyes are piercing ember. Yoko's figure is well built leave it at that.

Now Tsuki on the other hand didn't like this plan, she was want a true man...She was bit too famous in the SS because of her music on the Koto. Every day people come in even captains come to her poison shop within the wood just to request her to heal on mentally, to care to one's broken heart, to care to one's loneliness none the less. A Koto, The string instrument of China,Korea and Japan.Koto is the string instrument with 13 strings and small poles put under them and played with the plectrums put on the thumb,the forefinger and the middle finger.This musical instrument was mainly handed down by the blind persons and in these days the Yamada school of round plectrum.


Outside the school doors was Tsuki's forest, of course she had made a deal the SS, just to work for them for so long she can stay in the forest. The music came out of the forest, and it sounded so... Magical... each second of play the instrument, it made her calm and less hyper...Every day everyone would hear the music but no one could ever find her.. Until, with prays, today... 'Lady Tsuki~'[/i] Yoko spoke as he sat down next to the maiden. He long brown hair was wiped around like butter as she continue to play the music. How did she create such beautiful music?! Well as her previous life as a Koto player and a famous star that even today they know in both human and SS. It came from her soul, and the music was made out of her reitsu, but she didn't know that such music could lure people to her.. "What is it my dear?" Tsuki spoke to Yoko with a low voice as she played the notes with her own feeling. It sound like music from the heart...

[ikiro Shikara]

Ikiro held up his hand his deep amethyst eyes seemed sleepy in the room he hated confined spaces he was the wind the ultimate being known to be one who wished to be free mabe this was why he wanted his sisters and brothers to be free of him self and the higher plain with a sigh he spun his hands in the air and as he did the air seemed to ring out like a flute he played and played to pass the hours he hated being with shinigami but what could he do at lest he was not with the captains he was with regular students it was just nice that way he guessed but he would much rather have been out of there in the near by forest it was a enticing thing he knew of the story's the young girl that played every day within such a place even then he could hear it and so he played to a 2 man peace in the spur of the moment

he closed his eyes and just sat there humming the tune of there music readying every line made up in every moment he just sat there the shinigami girls had finally stop ed looking at him as a stout older man walked in he had graying hair slick backed with what could have been grease his eyes were deep set with dark ugly green iris's a large nose and thick meaty lip's he was disgusting the Way he held him self with a sigh ikiro got up that was the last straw he walked up to the front of the class as the man told him to sit down grabbing his arm again bad move it was swift he was on the ground his hand bent back and him crying like a 1950s school girl he was not worth it letting him go Ikiro walked out passing the pure wight hall's and out of the school he wanted to see the female every one spoke so much about

the grass rapped around his sandals as he traced by he had a fake zanpaktou on his right arm that trailed its way up the sleeve not like he'd ever use such a thing he preferred his 7th spears there versatility was far more appealing then such things as zanpaktou his hair was in its normal place now trailing down his right eye covering the pure wight of his eye only his left eye was amethyst the other did not even have a pupal he faded into the wind making him self look more like a spirit then a human his shinigami robes waved silently in the air as he past the tree's it was funny to him how the soul society and earth looked so much alike yet campier it to the higher plain you would see such a difference that it would seem sickening

he still played with the air as he walked the flute going from high whistles to low bellows in seconds creating a perfect Harmony with the music that came from the forest he walked for hat seemed like hours passing wild life and plant life alike some he knew some he did not recognize he would have to take the liberty of going out more often then not as he was getting by with such little knowledge he did not want to blow his cove he past the wood making no sound and wanting no sound only the perfect air current that seemed to follow him the slight whoosh of the wind on the tree bark rustling the leaves he walked on and on not saying a word only following the dote he made to hims self silently

His eyes scanned for the opening he knew was there he suppressed his reitsu and walked out his graceful steps not making a sound in the Autumn leaves that scatted the ground like Cherri blossoms his hair flowed back and forth across his aloof face as always his golden eye was the only thing that could be seen making him look something of a angle but he would never see him self as such a graceful being even if he was a god he looked on at the young woman and her spirit his face cast-fallen in a way making him seem even more angelic like a painting that could not be bought with money and would always stay alone in the Attic of the shop a priceless arilom but he smiled even threw his awkward fillings