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Memories of Cicero chapter 10Friday and Saturday past with ease for Cicero, Ichigo spent all of Saturday with her and she got to do something she wouldn’t think she would miss. Homework. Yeah, she had missed something as normal as homework, it didn’t show much but Cicero was a book loving genius. So was Ichigo… in a sense… not on a Ishida and Cicero level of brains but enough of them.
Cicero learnt all about Ichigo’s friends and family which she listened to with rapt attention. Her previous ‘father’ didn’t really count in her eyes. She shivered as she remembered her biological family. ‘But what does blood matter?’ Cicero thought with a small smile ‘I’ve got Grimmjow’ the mysterious girl looked over at Ichigo ‘and I think I’m gaining another’.
By the time Sunday came around it was time for Cicero to go to Hucendo Mundo. Almost jumping off the walls in excitement of seeing Grimmjow again, shovelling breakfast down her t
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
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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