[He'd finally managed to wake up his hollow side, and land one hell of a hit on Ywach. Pride swelled in his chest for a moment - a sense of elation that he allowed himself to feel, even though he knew the man would probably come back, stronger than ever.
But then...it was like he blinked, and suddenly he was waking up in a new place - still transformed, somehow - and panic set in. What the hell had just happened?! What about the fight, about Ywach - oh god, what about Inoue?! She'd been left behind, if he'd been suddenly abducted-!!
But his protests ultimately didn't mean much (neither did his threats), and he found himself, still transformed, walking around looking pissed off, grumpy, and ultimately worried as hell, a wide hole in his chest and a bone white sword at his side.]
02-a
[So there turned out to be a lot less freaking out than he expected. The bad thing? There were a lot of people interested in taking pictures of him and following him around like he was some kind of circus freakshow.
And by god, it was pissing him off.
He hadn't quite gotten the hang of balancing out his quincy and hollow sides yet, so trying to undo the transformation could lead to possibly horrible results - results he really didn't want to test out. But that meant he had to wander around the streets of some city he'd never seen before (but very clearly american, that much was clear) looking like he'd just stumbled out of hell half dressed.
Honestly, he'd expected people to stay away out of fear, but instead....]
....Go find someone else to take pictures of, already.
[Grumbling at one of the people following him, he scowled even harder (if such a thing was possible), reaching down and breaking off a bit of his tattered sandals. Sometime during the fight, he'd completely wrecked them and didn't even notice. Maybe there was a store somewhere that he could get some new ones?
And then someone in the following crowd asked about...shipping? What???]
Why the hell should I care?
[This, as Ichigo was going to find out, was the wrong answer.
A few minutes later, one could find the boy fending off frenzied questions and people taking as pictures and videos as they could, with his voice rising above the din in loud, aggravated confusion:]
Just leave me alone already!
02-b
[Some time after he manages to get away from the rushing crowd, Ichigo just tries to find somewhere quiet to sit. That somewhere quiet ends up being a park, near a playground; and despite him assuming he must look pretty scary right now, he ends up being approached by nearby children anyway.
Thankfully, they're less awful than all the adults he'd met - they're just curious about his horn, his eye, and the hole in his chest. Although he does have to keep removing one kid's hand from going inside it. If someone comes on the scene, they'd find him explaining to a worried looking child while another basically tries to climb all over him.]
No, it's alright. It doesn't hurt - I mean, it feels a little weird if someone touches the inside, but I can - Oi, oi, kid! Don't try to put your head in there, come on! - I can breathe and do other stuff just fine. My eye's alright too, so don't worry - A-Ah, hey, that horn's attached to me! It hurts if you tug on it! Sheesh...
[Not many people would think the same guy who ended up yelling at all those people before and who looked so pissed off would be so gentle with children, and yet...he is. And...it helps, despite everything - even though he's still worried about back home, the kids are taking his mind off things.
...Prolly could use some help with the kid who's determined to try out the strength of his horn by dangling off of it, tho.]
Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach (oh god I am incredibly rusty also spoilers for recent manga chapters)
But then...it was like he blinked, and suddenly he was waking up in a new place - still transformed, somehow - and panic set in. What the hell had just happened?! What about the fight, about Ywach - oh god, what about Inoue?! She'd been left behind, if he'd been suddenly abducted-!!
But his protests ultimately didn't mean much (neither did his threats), and he found himself, still transformed, walking around looking pissed off, grumpy, and ultimately worried as hell, a wide hole in his chest and a bone white sword at his side.]
02-a
[So there turned out to be a lot less freaking out than he expected. The bad thing? There were a lot of people interested in taking pictures of him and following him around like he was some kind of circus freakshow.
And by god, it was pissing him off.
He hadn't quite gotten the hang of balancing out his quincy and hollow sides yet, so trying to undo the transformation could lead to possibly horrible results - results he really didn't want to test out. But that meant he had to wander around the streets of some city he'd never seen before (but very clearly american, that much was clear) looking like he'd just stumbled out of hell half dressed.
Honestly, he'd expected people to stay away out of fear, but instead....]
....Go find someone else to take pictures of, already.
[Grumbling at one of the people following him, he scowled even harder (if such a thing was possible), reaching down and breaking off a bit of his tattered sandals. Sometime during the fight, he'd completely wrecked them and didn't even notice. Maybe there was a store somewhere that he could get some new ones?
And then someone in the following crowd asked about...shipping? What???]
Why the hell should I care?
[This, as Ichigo was going to find out, was the wrong answer.
A few minutes later, one could find the boy fending off frenzied questions and people taking as pictures and videos as they could, with his voice rising above the din in loud, aggravated confusion:]
Just leave me alone already!
02-b
[Some time after he manages to get away from the rushing crowd, Ichigo just tries to find somewhere quiet to sit. That somewhere quiet ends up being a park, near a playground; and despite him assuming he must look pretty scary right now, he ends up being approached by nearby children anyway.
Thankfully, they're less awful than all the adults he'd met - they're just curious about his horn, his eye, and the hole in his chest. Although he does have to keep removing one kid's hand from going inside it. If someone comes on the scene, they'd find him explaining to a worried looking child while another basically tries to climb all over him.]
No, it's alright. It doesn't hurt - I mean, it feels a little weird if someone touches the inside, but I can - Oi, oi, kid! Don't try to put your head in there, come on! - I can breathe and do other stuff just fine. My eye's alright too, so don't worry - A-Ah, hey, that horn's attached to me! It hurts if you tug on it! Sheesh...
[Not many people would think the same guy who ended up yelling at all those people before and who looked so pissed off would be so gentle with children, and yet...he is. And...it helps, despite everything - even though he's still worried about back home, the kids are taking his mind off things.
...Prolly could use some help with the kid who's determined to try out the strength of his horn by dangling off of it, tho.]
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