Memories of Cicero chapter 13Kira missed Cicero.
He knew he didn’t know her that well and that they had barely spoke.
But he knew he missed her.
She had become an enigma around soul society and had seemed to brighten it up in her own Monochrome way. Well, she had brightened it up for him. Knowing she sat on the roof of his office while he worked. Joining him for dinner. Even adding little bits of Cicero around the place, like bits and pieces she found interesting. Shells or scraps of material, they were always arranged into a way that made Kira not want to move them and was saddened when someone did.
He treasured that picture of the hell butterfly. It was as if she had simply chosen the most unique and unusual but still held its own beauty and gently laid it out on the paper. He could almost see the gentle flaps that the wings the creature made as it rested.
‘Cicero’s drawings are beautiful’ Kira mused ‘almost as beautiful as herself’ a blush already forming on his
Memories of Cicero chapter 12Cicero didn’t make a noise as she awoke, not a groan, a whine nor laugh. She simply opened her eyes. The pupil now slightly silted diluted to the change of lighting. She took in her surroundings. Cicero was no longer surrounded by her destruction, nor lab.
Cicero felt empty, emotionless. As if a loved one was just ripped from her; and her body had simply shut down all emotion. She was alone and her mind couldn’t decide if this was good or not. Grimmjow was not here.
‘What if I killed him?’ she thought ‘oh no what if I did? What if I killed the only one who’s truly accepted me?’ silent tears fell from emotionless eyes as she lay there. Emotion had finally caught up with her actions and thoughts as loneliness and sadness racked her body.
She sobbed at the volume of a whisper, memories that she couldn’t quite grasp flittered in and out of her mind. Images of people who cast conflicting emotions upon her, scenery which she longed to again see
Memories of Cicero chapter 11“Fuck” was the first thing that came out of Cicero’s mouth when she entered Hucendo Mundo with her blue haired pack brother.
‘It does look pretty cool… in its own way’ Cicero thought as she looked at the night covered desert, its Cheshire cat smile like moon reminded her of the one in her dream. She didn’t know whether to shudder or be in awe.
“Come on then” Grimmjow began to walk across the sand, sand, the thing Cicero truly loathed, it brought back dark memories, ones she wasn’t ready, if she ever would be, to remember… It also got everywhere and was a pain In the neck to get rid of once it was on you.
“Oi” Grimmjow called, already having made quite some distance between them, only turning at not feeling her odd yet comforting presence. “What is it?” he questioned, noticing her obviously peeved expression.
“It’s the sand” she mumbled
“Yeah? What about it?”
Memories of Cicero chapter 9They stayed silent as they walked through Soul Society with no destination in mind, the air which had once been dry and warm had suddenly let the heavens open up and heavy rain thundered down. They didn’t care.
Cicero gave Ichigo silent comfort, he would speak when he needed too and she wouldn’t force him. Just to make him smile (and secretly her own amusement) Cicero jumped and landed straight in a giant muddy puddle.
Grinning at his surprised face she continued to jump in the puddle until there was little left of it and leaping for the next one but instead of staying in just one she continued to jump in the puddles that surrounded a shell shocked berry.
Ichigo laughed and gave her a smile which she returned, something neither of them did often, one with a constant scowl and the other an emotionless mask. As the orange headed berry laughed with his face up to the sky Cicero grabbed his arm and swung him round with her.
They both laughed and smiled, no one else was around t
Memories of Cicero chapter 8“It has been decided that Soul Society will care for Miss Cicero for the remainder of this week” Urahara continued to chirp.
“Don’t I get a say in this!?” Cicero shouted, her face angry and annoyed at being treated like a child, it was a new sort of experience and she wasn’t a big fan.
“Nope!” the green striped hat man laughed before continuing
“Hey Grimmjow, what day is it?” Cicero whispered
“Wednesday” he grumbled, not happy about the choice, they both pouted .
“So then Grimmjow?” Everyone turned and looked at the blue haired Espada
“Eh?” a surprised expression on his face from hearing his name, also the confusion as to why.
“Anything we need to know?” Grimmjow then took a serious expression on thinking they were asking about the care of his ‘little’ pack member, holding his fingers out as he counted out the things he thought important.
“Cicero is a vegetarian