New Life After Seventeen Months

The guide shrugged, for the first time during the service of his master, Poong, noticing such an unusual trait behind him. For a moment he even imagined that it was not him at all, as if he had been replaced. Is it crazy idea? - grimaced at Blus, staring blankly at the calmed brunette.

Poong, calming down and somehow halting this view of psychopaths, mostly guilty of the situation, suddenly got up. All his life he obeyed the head of the family, carried out every word, any commission, any order, even if he was told to lick the floor, he licked, but now it's time to change something. Everyone in the Tower wants to be in his place, in the place of a member of any of the great families, in the place of the so popular and well-known princesses Zakhard, who were not without reason called "shoes that are always destined to stand in the window ...". Only. But does anyone care? Everyone considers this a winged statement, with open mouths looking at the beautiful warriors, as if not noticing with a false smile and magnificent eyelashes that disgust for themselves, for their so-called father-king, who had given them his blood and part of his strength. People don't care about that. Did he really want to be the same? Is it true that he wants to know the secret of Ichigo, or is it just the general influence of the ghost from gone so obsessed with this issue?

- It's time to stop. - Feeling that he is approaching the point of no return, Tu Peri quickly twitches his shoulders, feels a weak, aching pain in the shoulder blade, but does not pay attention to it and sighs in relief. It only makes him feel better, like an incentive to go forward and not stop. It seems funny to him. It is so strange to follow the call of pain to the shoulder blade from your own sloppiness. - Finish up with this garbage. - He waved his hand in exasperation towards the stunned Marek. "Forgive me, Ichigo, but I stole one sentence from you." - With a smile, as if trying to defuse the situation, he says and smooths his hair back. He was always told how he should look: no matter how, if only neatly. He had any costumes, the best stylists and hairdressers, but when he decided to choose himself, they shut him up and said

"I see you are all crazy here." - Chewing lips, Ichigo said. After the words of Poong, he became somewhat freer. It seems that he no longer had questions for him. All that remained was the guide ... who also surrendered - this was visible on his face, and Marek - the ogre completely lost in this nonsense, who did not even have time to gather his thoughts, as Tu Peri had already done away with everything.

The girl behind Ichigo calmed down a bit, recovering herself and feeling a decreasing degree of tension in the air. She somehow unexpectedly even became a little calmer when Tu Peri stepped back, on whose face a faint smile appeared. Although he did it in a rather specific manner, plunging everyone into shock. Even the outwardly calm Kurosaki seemed a little out of place, looking at Poong as insane, which was just the same as a normal reaction to such an extravagant "retreat".

The red-haired swordsman himself only did what he watched as a member of a great family throws off his cloak from his shoulders and recklessly throws it on a chair, remaining in one T-shirt and already familiar black jeans, and then comes to the bar counter and pours himself a drink. For some reason, watching this action, Ichigo could not get rid of the vision that instead of Poong, all this was repeated by the head of the noble house of the White City, Byakuya Kuchiki. Perhaps the same thing is sometimes worth it, like this, do not give a damn about all the problems and feuds between captains and others and just turn their backs on them so that they break on you like waves on rocks? Although the adherent of the world behaved strangely, Ichigo did not dare to call his act ridiculous, simply because he did not know what he himself would have done in such a situation.

- And it's all? - Having clearly lost touch with reality, having not had time to keep track of just one action, Marek did not even immediately realize that he was left alone with the red-haired angler. - I have no words. Gritting his teeth from the anger that was boiling inside him, he stared at the hole in Ichigo's face. Is he the only one who understands that there should not be monsters like Ichigo on such low Floors?

Eyelets did not last long, forty seconds, no more. During this time, Poong managed to empty the glass and pour himself the second and first for the guide, who did not stumble for the first time on the already rusted nickname - the "dwarf" associated with its growth. Although Tu Peri restrained himself with all his might, holding tears in his eyes, and not allowing a smile to crawl across his face with an ugly grin, when Edroc sat on a high chair only on the third attempt, before that he hopped hopping in place. Marek himself surrendered without further argument, waving his hand on this topic, but mentally giving himself an oath to find out the truth. And do not care that now he was left alone.

Maria, feeling that the atmosphere had changed, looked uncertainly over Ichigo's shoulder. In the same instant, she slipped along the wall and quickly got on her usual sofa. Kurosaki, who remained standing a step away from the threshold, sighed displeasedly and heavily. Of course, he quarreled with Chad, and with Orihime, and especially with Isis, when they communicated together. What can I say there, they fought as if on a schedule, covertly calling it training, but so that it comes to such an absurdity ...

"You all need to see a doctor ..." Ichigo blurted out, unaware of what had happened before.

Poong immediately spat out a drink and looked askance at the angler who was stunned by this incident.

- Yeah. We, you see, one visit is already a lot. - Bloom smiled wryly, nodding towards the room where they took Sayu. - We will not survive the second visit.

- Clearly. - Ichigo held out, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g his head faintly left-right, again not understanding anything. It seems like calling a doctor is useless. "Listen, Bloom, are you good at medicine?"

- A little, but what? - The guide was surprised at this question, finally noticing the bag in Ichigo's hands. - Do you have any medicine? - He stared blankly at the bag, not understanding where he had managed to get them, since there were no medicines on this Floor, and even higher.

Marek glanced uncertainly at Poong, who had stood still in a stupor, and he immediately understood with what thoughts the bald head of the ogre was hammered. He knew best of all about the lack of medications, because it was he who was looking for a doctor, and after that a suitable medicine, but could not find anything. Did Ichigo come with the whole bag? Yes, this can not be!

- Yes. Without a doubt. This will help. - Bloom stared with glass eyes at one of the many boxes with medicinal, as it was written on it, a drug inside the bag. A lot of all kinds of feelings immediately changed on his face: there were both good and bad, but not one did not express joy - as if he looked into the Pandora's Box and saw all the horrors of the world there, so beautiful that he could not talk about them, and so much terrible that he considered talking about them redundant. - This is really amazing.

The angler's fish didn't immediately understand that he was stupid, having brought the medicine here, and he didn't understand at all what was so unusual here. Only the sharp look of the guide, directed at him, made it clear to him that the question that had not been sounded, hidden in his searching gaze, was serious in size and a lot depended on Ichigo's answer.

The guide, leaving Ichigo alone so that he could gather his thoughts, continued to further disassemble the bag, exposing all its contents on a small table next to him, intended for tea drinking. Now this representative of harmless furniture was like a table for evidence in some court. This is how he imagined the red-haired swordsman, proudly holding his back and ready to make another dark assumption on it or his prejudice ridiculously and to the disgust of people fixated on his life. Marek gazed steadily at the jars, tubes and phials that Blusom took out of the bag, with his yellow eyes and that they became larger as more and more medicines appeared on the table with the image of the Winged Tree. Tu Peri, in turn, when things from this organization appeared in the room, he just poured a full glass of whiskey back into the bottle. Now he needed a sober head so that it could fit all the information in itself.

"Ichigo, honestly, are you a member of the Winged Tree *, the killer of FUG *, or some higher entity like the Guardian?" - With a share of humor and a slight smile, behind which Tu Peri decided to hide his great excitement and a little less disappointment, he asked, turning to face that.

Sitting next to Poong, Marek curled his lips again in a grin, understanding the situation and rejoicing at the circ.u.mstances so successfully developed. He could not say for sure whether Ichigo specially brought this bag here or by chance, and he didn't really care, because the ogre knew that now he couldn't just get out of it. One thing is not reinforced by speculation, but when there is a bunch of drugs on the table with the Winged Tree emblem depicted on them, the situation becomes completely different.

"I don't understand what you want to hear from me, Poong?" - Keeping calm, Kurosaki answered with a question.

"I want to know where you got these medicines?" - He asked directly.

"The officer gave them to me."

Watching the unfolding battle of phrases, Maria pressed her knees to her c.h.e.s.t stronger, looking anxiously from the side. The atmosphere in a tiny apartment, the walls of which were already beginning to crush, and the ceiling did seem to be even lower, glowed with renewed vigor, this time breaking all previous records altogether. She didn't understand why Tu Peri was so impatient with Ichigo and was getting into a brazen face.

- Officer, huh? - The next mention of this person passively participating in this business finally finished off a member of one of the great families. "And why didn't I understand right away?" - Already feeling how he was losing touch with reality, Poong simply remained silent for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts. "It looks like we all are standing in front of you to apologize, Ichigo." - He said seriously. "Now I seem to understand what the root of this whole shitty situation is."