Chapter 9
Delusional
I've always wanted to be rich.
Grade School.
"I'm Hikaru Morisato, I come from a struggling family. I'm pure Japanese and my parents migrated here in US so that we can be successful," she said ambitiously, speaking in pure, accented English.
"With the way 당신 speak English, I doubt 당신 can ever go ANYWHERE!" a rude boy shouted.
Hikaru cried.
The 다음 morning, the boy ran out of class because of a bad stomach and a headache.
Junior High.
"Yo, Hikaru, want a treat?" Scott said, smiling.
"Sure, hot, rich boyfriend," she teased.
"Let's go."
The 다음 morning, Hikaru 로스트 her virginity.
High School.
She had all her 인기 friends. Her parents were sad and abandoned. She didn't want the world to know that she was poor.
"Hi. I come from a family owning a huge clothing line," she introduced herself to a blonde girl named Stephanie.
"If your family owns a clothing line, how come 당신 walk to school?" Stephanie asked.
"Coz I don't want everyone else to know I'm rich."
"Why are 당신 telling me?"
"Coz I feel like I can trust you. 또는 else, I'll have my guards go after you."
Stephanie swallowed.
The 다음 morning, Hikaru was the most 인기 girl in school, and nobody knew why, 또는 how.
After high school graduation.
"Mom, I want to take up Medicine," Hikaru said.
"But, we don't have money dear," Mrs. Morisato replied.
"No money! Tse! We always have no money!" Hikaru said. "I'm not saying you'll be supporting me! I only said I was going to take up Medicine. I don't need you. 당신 don't have any cent anyway!"
Mrs. Morisato cried.
The 다음 morning, Mrs. Morisato died. Hikaru left her grieving father and got another life.
College.
"Hi. Who are you?" Hikaru asked.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," the handsome, orange-haired boy answered.
"Can I be your seatmate?" she asked. And your future girlfriend? 당신 look rich. You'll do.
"Sure," he said indifferently.
Things started there. When they graduated, Ichigo asked her to marry him. She agreed. Ichigo was richer than she thought. He asked to meet her parents. She agreed.
The 다음 morning, Hikaru hired two Japanese actors in the US and used a rich friend's house as the setting.
Ichigo was convinced.
And now, she got what she wanted.
But first, she had to do something about the 암캐, 암 캐 Inoue Orihime.
And her son.
"Daisuke, come on! We're gonna be late!" Orihime yelled.
"Wait mom! One sec," Daisuke replied from upstairs.
Orihime smiled. Daisuke was really excited about their weekend at the beach. He was raving about it since last week and had planned out everything.
"Let's go mom, I'm ready," Daisuke said, already at the door.
"How did 당신 get there so fast?" Orihime said in astonishment.
"I can do this," Daisuke said, disappearing. In a fraction of a second, he was behind her.
"BOO!" he shouted.
Orihime stifled a scream. "You can flash step?!"
"So it's called flash step?" Daisuke asked. "Well, yeah."
"Since when?!"
"When I woke up."
"Gah!" she said, throwing her arms into the air.
Daisuke laughed. "You look funny mom."
Orihime laughed along. "I guess. I'm just surprised. Your powers are developing way too fast."
"I won't show it to anyone, I promise," Daisuke said, wiggling his pinky finger.
Orihime shook it. "Deal."
"So, let's go already," he insisted, dragging her to the door and into the car already parked outside.
Orihime nodded happily and opened the passenger 좌석 for Daisuke. The boy hopped in as she closed the door and moved around the car to the driver's seat. When she sat down, Daisuke gave her a quick peck and a smile.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"For being the best mom ever!" Daisuke replied enthusiastically.
Orihime felt her eyes sting as she smiled warmly and returned the kiss. "And thank 당신 for being the best little boy ever!"
"I'm not little anymore mom! I have powers, and they're greater than Superman's!" Daisuke boasted.
"Oh really?" Orihime said, starting the engine. "Well, let's see how 슈퍼맨 does against mommy's surprise attack at the beach!"
Daisuke groaned but grinned. "I'll be ready for it!"
"Be ready then."
Ichigo sat on a bench near the beach, wearing a black 재킷, 자 켓 with a 후드 over a red 셔츠 and multiple-pocket pants. He looked like a teenager except than when 당신 look closely at his rugged attire, 당신 would see that the clothes had an expensive brand and cost a fortune and that his face was mature yet very handsome.
He lowered the 후드 더 많이 to hide his face. It was hard to catch a breath of sunlight when there are women swarming everywhere. He wasn't a celebrity but his frequent media appearances in 일본 made him known to everyone. Especially the women.
And he didn't even know why. Back in high school, girls were repelled 의해 his constant frown. They say he looked scary. Only three girls had the guts to approach him – Tatsuki, Rukia and Orihime. He wouldn't wonder about Tatsuki, since the girl was practically his best friend. Rukia was a girl who needed attitude adjustments. Orihime – well, she was scared at first. But she was always gentle and 'sisterly' to him. And her serenity around him after some time. It was like a stare could unveil everything in him that he hid so carefully behind the protective frown that acted as a mask.
He resented it at first, but later? He rather welcomed it.
He hid himself into the bench, if possible. His 주황색, 오렌지 hair always gave him away. Thanks to the hood, he thought wryly.
A car sped past him and parked right beside the bench he was sitting on.
He didn't look up.
Orihime walked out of the car as Daisuke did the same, hopping madly towards the beach. She smiled as she looked around, catching a glimpse of a tall, hooded figure with his head bent down so low that she thought he was afraid of seeing anything besides his feet.
Depressed teenager, she thought sadly.
"Daisuke, wait!" Orihime yelled.
"Daisuke, wait!"
That voice. Ichigo looked up and saw Orihime running down the beach, her beautiful hair hanging loose and flying breathlessly around her 도자기 body. It was a marvelous sight.
It captivated him.
Who's Daisuke?
Snakes erupted from the pit of Ichigo's stomach. A 날짜 perhaps? It would be uncommon, since Orihime was so beautiful. But why is he feeling murderous?
You're engaged, for Christ's sake!
He followed the sound of her voice and the tiny footsteps she made in the sand. He didn't bother to look up. He sensed where she was.
Orihime laughed as she followed Daisuke. The boy was so fast that she already 로스트 sight of him.
But she didn't worry. Daisuke was a responsible kid. He just loved hiding from her.
"Daisuke, where are you?" she yelled, smiling.
She turned around and saw the hooded man she spotted on a bench. He was leaning against a shabby 라면 store a few feet away, his head still bent.
Orihime had a creepy feeling he was watching and following her.
She hastened to look for Daisuke.
"Daisuke! Daisuke!" she called out.
Daisuke hid inside the 라면 store, watching his mom look for him as he sniggered.
"Mom's so weak at this," he whispered, peering at the door.
Just then, a man leaned near the doorway, his face hid 의해 a hood. Daisuke frowned. The man was really tall and blocked his view of his mother.
"Uhm, sir… excuse me, you're blocking my view," Daisuke whispered.
The man didn't turn to look at him, but instead said, "Then come out. I'm also enjoying the view."
"Look, mister, you're being rude," Daisuke said. "I wanna see my mom."
"Then go look for her," the man said. "I think she's not here."
"She's over there and I think you're looking at her too, sir," Daisuke teased. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
The man froze and finally looked at Daisuke from under the hood.
Daisuke froze too. It was the man who rescued him that day. But his clothes were of a teenager.
"You're that boy," he said.
"You're that hero," Daisuke said in awe.
"Who're 당신 talking about?" the man said, shocked.
"My mom," Daisuke answered, pointing at the direction of a lady covered in a Hawaiian dress and a yellow hat.
Ichigo followed the boy's finger, his eyes widening when he saw that what the boy was pointing at was Orihime. Ichigo looked down at the boy.
"You're Daisuke?" he choked out.
"Yep," Daisuke answered. "And you're doing a great job hiding me from my mom."
"She's your mom?" Ichigo breathed out.
"Yep," Daisuke replied. "But she doesn't look like one. Uncle Uryuu said mom looked like a model."
Uncle Uryuu?! So this wasn't Ishida's son, Ichigo thought with a sense of relief washing over him.
"Who's your daddy, little boy?" Ichigo asked anxiously.
"I don't know," Daisuke said. "I asked mom about it, but she always said 'He's not around' 또는 'I don't know, baby, let's find out' then she changes the topic. I bet he's alive; mom just won't let me meet him. Probably coz they're in a fight 또는 something. Mori's parents are like that."
Ichigo's eyes widened and he felt his soul leave his body. He studied the boy again.
He noticed it before and he was noticing it now in a new light.
The boy looked exactly like him.
Author: AnnieInWonderland07
Delusional
I've always wanted to be rich.
Grade School.
"I'm Hikaru Morisato, I come from a struggling family. I'm pure Japanese and my parents migrated here in US so that we can be successful," she said ambitiously, speaking in pure, accented English.
"With the way 당신 speak English, I doubt 당신 can ever go ANYWHERE!" a rude boy shouted.
Hikaru cried.
The 다음 morning, the boy ran out of class because of a bad stomach and a headache.
Junior High.
"Yo, Hikaru, want a treat?" Scott said, smiling.
"Sure, hot, rich boyfriend," she teased.
"Let's go."
The 다음 morning, Hikaru 로스트 her virginity.
High School.
She had all her 인기 friends. Her parents were sad and abandoned. She didn't want the world to know that she was poor.
"Hi. I come from a family owning a huge clothing line," she introduced herself to a blonde girl named Stephanie.
"If your family owns a clothing line, how come 당신 walk to school?" Stephanie asked.
"Coz I don't want everyone else to know I'm rich."
"Why are 당신 telling me?"
"Coz I feel like I can trust you. 또는 else, I'll have my guards go after you."
Stephanie swallowed.
The 다음 morning, Hikaru was the most 인기 girl in school, and nobody knew why, 또는 how.
After high school graduation.
"Mom, I want to take up Medicine," Hikaru said.
"But, we don't have money dear," Mrs. Morisato replied.
"No money! Tse! We always have no money!" Hikaru said. "I'm not saying you'll be supporting me! I only said I was going to take up Medicine. I don't need you. 당신 don't have any cent anyway!"
Mrs. Morisato cried.
The 다음 morning, Mrs. Morisato died. Hikaru left her grieving father and got another life.
College.
"Hi. Who are you?" Hikaru asked.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," the handsome, orange-haired boy answered.
"Can I be your seatmate?" she asked. And your future girlfriend? 당신 look rich. You'll do.
"Sure," he said indifferently.
Things started there. When they graduated, Ichigo asked her to marry him. She agreed. Ichigo was richer than she thought. He asked to meet her parents. She agreed.
The 다음 morning, Hikaru hired two Japanese actors in the US and used a rich friend's house as the setting.
Ichigo was convinced.
And now, she got what she wanted.
But first, she had to do something about the 암캐, 암 캐 Inoue Orihime.
And her son.
"Daisuke, come on! We're gonna be late!" Orihime yelled.
"Wait mom! One sec," Daisuke replied from upstairs.
Orihime smiled. Daisuke was really excited about their weekend at the beach. He was raving about it since last week and had planned out everything.
"Let's go mom, I'm ready," Daisuke said, already at the door.
"How did 당신 get there so fast?" Orihime said in astonishment.
"I can do this," Daisuke said, disappearing. In a fraction of a second, he was behind her.
"BOO!" he shouted.
Orihime stifled a scream. "You can flash step?!"
"So it's called flash step?" Daisuke asked. "Well, yeah."
"Since when?!"
"When I woke up."
"Gah!" she said, throwing her arms into the air.
Daisuke laughed. "You look funny mom."
Orihime laughed along. "I guess. I'm just surprised. Your powers are developing way too fast."
"I won't show it to anyone, I promise," Daisuke said, wiggling his pinky finger.
Orihime shook it. "Deal."
"So, let's go already," he insisted, dragging her to the door and into the car already parked outside.
Orihime nodded happily and opened the passenger 좌석 for Daisuke. The boy hopped in as she closed the door and moved around the car to the driver's seat. When she sat down, Daisuke gave her a quick peck and a smile.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"For being the best mom ever!" Daisuke replied enthusiastically.
Orihime felt her eyes sting as she smiled warmly and returned the kiss. "And thank 당신 for being the best little boy ever!"
"I'm not little anymore mom! I have powers, and they're greater than Superman's!" Daisuke boasted.
"Oh really?" Orihime said, starting the engine. "Well, let's see how 슈퍼맨 does against mommy's surprise attack at the beach!"
Daisuke groaned but grinned. "I'll be ready for it!"
"Be ready then."
Ichigo sat on a bench near the beach, wearing a black 재킷, 자 켓 with a 후드 over a red 셔츠 and multiple-pocket pants. He looked like a teenager except than when 당신 look closely at his rugged attire, 당신 would see that the clothes had an expensive brand and cost a fortune and that his face was mature yet very handsome.
He lowered the 후드 더 많이 to hide his face. It was hard to catch a breath of sunlight when there are women swarming everywhere. He wasn't a celebrity but his frequent media appearances in 일본 made him known to everyone. Especially the women.
And he didn't even know why. Back in high school, girls were repelled 의해 his constant frown. They say he looked scary. Only three girls had the guts to approach him – Tatsuki, Rukia and Orihime. He wouldn't wonder about Tatsuki, since the girl was practically his best friend. Rukia was a girl who needed attitude adjustments. Orihime – well, she was scared at first. But she was always gentle and 'sisterly' to him. And her serenity around him after some time. It was like a stare could unveil everything in him that he hid so carefully behind the protective frown that acted as a mask.
He resented it at first, but later? He rather welcomed it.
He hid himself into the bench, if possible. His 주황색, 오렌지 hair always gave him away. Thanks to the hood, he thought wryly.
A car sped past him and parked right beside the bench he was sitting on.
He didn't look up.
Orihime walked out of the car as Daisuke did the same, hopping madly towards the beach. She smiled as she looked around, catching a glimpse of a tall, hooded figure with his head bent down so low that she thought he was afraid of seeing anything besides his feet.
Depressed teenager, she thought sadly.
"Daisuke, wait!" Orihime yelled.
"Daisuke, wait!"
That voice. Ichigo looked up and saw Orihime running down the beach, her beautiful hair hanging loose and flying breathlessly around her 도자기 body. It was a marvelous sight.
It captivated him.
Who's Daisuke?
Snakes erupted from the pit of Ichigo's stomach. A 날짜 perhaps? It would be uncommon, since Orihime was so beautiful. But why is he feeling murderous?
You're engaged, for Christ's sake!
He followed the sound of her voice and the tiny footsteps she made in the sand. He didn't bother to look up. He sensed where she was.
Orihime laughed as she followed Daisuke. The boy was so fast that she already 로스트 sight of him.
But she didn't worry. Daisuke was a responsible kid. He just loved hiding from her.
"Daisuke, where are you?" she yelled, smiling.
She turned around and saw the hooded man she spotted on a bench. He was leaning against a shabby 라면 store a few feet away, his head still bent.
Orihime had a creepy feeling he was watching and following her.
She hastened to look for Daisuke.
"Daisuke! Daisuke!" she called out.
Daisuke hid inside the 라면 store, watching his mom look for him as he sniggered.
"Mom's so weak at this," he whispered, peering at the door.
Just then, a man leaned near the doorway, his face hid 의해 a hood. Daisuke frowned. The man was really tall and blocked his view of his mother.
"Uhm, sir… excuse me, you're blocking my view," Daisuke whispered.
The man didn't turn to look at him, but instead said, "Then come out. I'm also enjoying the view."
"Look, mister, you're being rude," Daisuke said. "I wanna see my mom."
"Then go look for her," the man said. "I think she's not here."
"She's over there and I think you're looking at her too, sir," Daisuke teased. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
The man froze and finally looked at Daisuke from under the hood.
Daisuke froze too. It was the man who rescued him that day. But his clothes were of a teenager.
"You're that boy," he said.
"You're that hero," Daisuke said in awe.
"Who're 당신 talking about?" the man said, shocked.
"My mom," Daisuke answered, pointing at the direction of a lady covered in a Hawaiian dress and a yellow hat.
Ichigo followed the boy's finger, his eyes widening when he saw that what the boy was pointing at was Orihime. Ichigo looked down at the boy.
"You're Daisuke?" he choked out.
"Yep," Daisuke answered. "And you're doing a great job hiding me from my mom."
"She's your mom?" Ichigo breathed out.
"Yep," Daisuke replied. "But she doesn't look like one. Uncle Uryuu said mom looked like a model."
Uncle Uryuu?! So this wasn't Ishida's son, Ichigo thought with a sense of relief washing over him.
"Who's your daddy, little boy?" Ichigo asked anxiously.
"I don't know," Daisuke said. "I asked mom about it, but she always said 'He's not around' 또는 'I don't know, baby, let's find out' then she changes the topic. I bet he's alive; mom just won't let me meet him. Probably coz they're in a fight 또는 something. Mori's parents are like that."
Ichigo's eyes widened and he felt his soul leave his body. He studied the boy again.
He noticed it before and he was noticing it now in a new light.
The boy looked exactly like him.
Author: AnnieInWonderland07