Child of the hogyoku
Chapter 4
"Hitsugaya." Tashimoto's powerful voice called from the register.
"Sir." Came a quiet reply.
Ichigo got a better chance to look at the tenth squad captain's reincarnation. He was maybe a year or so younger than you physical age he died at. His snowy crown was spiked and messy the same stubborn flick over his left eye. He also took note of the fact he still hade the light blue bandana tied round his neck.
He waited until Tashimoto had taken the register to see if he's say anything but...nothing. He ordered the boys on a lap round the field as a warm up exercises and Ichigo took his chance to ask.
"Hey, Tashimoto?"
"The bandana?" He finished.
Ichigo nodded.
"We were told he has violent tendencies when you try take it off him." He told his assistant teacher, "I was warned before the lesson to let him keep it."
Ichigo's glace looked to the boy surprisingly keeping up wit the older boys.
"Apparently he's just self conscious," He continued, "No suspired. If I were him I wouldn't want to show anything that would make him even more...different."
"Self conscious? Of what?"
That earned Ichigo another slap on the back of the head.
"This is why I won't let you have a class of your own yet," Tashimoto gave him a hard look, "You really don't see anything that isn't in front of your face."
"What're you talking about?" Ichigo glared back.
Tashimoto saw the boys begin to finish the lap and could only say a final word, "His scar."
Ichigo blinked and watched as the boys stopped. He tried to get another look at Toushrio but he's taken to hiding behind the others. Seemed he was fully aware that Ichigo was the same man who caught him last night.
Tashimoto set them off splitting them into teams for the football matches that were to commence. Toushrio heard the mumbles of his team.
'I can't believe sir pit him on out team.'
'How we meant to win with that little kid?'
His fists clenched but he controlled it with a deep breath.
Starting the game he surprised them. He was good. His speed an agility were more than enough to keep up and even begin to win their match. Even Tashimoto gave a shocked look but shook it off and refereed the match fairly. Ichigo shook his head. Even though he was still trying to find this scar he couldn't help put think. If he was this close to who he was. Does he remember anything?
His thoughts were knocked by the blowing of a whistle.
"Foul!" Tashimoto called.
Ichigo looked up. Toushrio was pushing himself up after landing face first on the ground. One brown haired boy gave a confident grin as his green eyes watched him struggle. Ichigo growled. The boy standing tall had always been a bit of a spoiled brat. If something didn't go his way he made it.
"Horoshi!" Tashimoto barked.
"You okay?" Ichigo offered Toushrio a hand but he brushed it away.
"Fine."
Getting up he saw the cut now on the whit haired boy's shin from the spoiled Horoshi's expensive football boots.
"Anything to say Hororshi?" Tashimoto prompted the boy.
"Yeah," He smiled at Toushrio as the boy coldly looked back, "Guess that's why little kids shouldn't play be here."
Ichigo saw Toushrio go to hit him and restrain him similar to what he did the other night.
"Piss off he's asking for it." Toushrio barked at his captor.
"What 'ya gonna do?" Horoshi dared.
Toushrio growled making sure Horoshi was feeling the ice daggers he glared before turning round to Ichigo and stomping on his toe again. Ichigo couldn't help the automatic reaction of loosening his grip but he was able to predict the foot that was about to make contact with his gut. He caught it and Toushrio froze.
The other boys in the class looked shocked. Toushrio went to attack a teacher and not just a teach Mr. Kuaski. Ichigo had a reputation of being quite a aggressive teacher. Never hit a kid but made it seem like he was going to.
"Not gonna work twice kid." He told him.
Keeping hold of one foot and tripping the other Toushrio landed flat on his back.
Ichigo noticed it then. As they boy stared up at him he noticed the scar. It poked up on the left side of his face only reaching as far as his mouth the other end disappearing under the bandana. It was long and thin. Thin enough to be....A blade?
"Take him to see the nurse Ichigo." Tashimoto ordered.
Ichigo glanced over an nodded then looked down to Toushrio offering a hand.
"C'mon."
Toushrio regained his expression and got up ignoring is offer to help. He looked away waiting until Ichigo was leading the way before he'd move.
"Lesson couldn't have gone much worse." He grumbled to the ground as he followed.
