Imagine Ichigo walking down the street one Christmas to happen upon a ghost of a young girl. Imagine him seeing her crying all alone and calls up his dad to say he was staying at a friend's for a little bit and he would be back by dinner. Imagine him sitting there talking to the little girl and keeping her company not even caring that he was freezing his butt off or when people would look at him like he was a physco when they walked by. Imagine him telling her jokes and her laughing so loudly but only he can hear. Imagine at the end of the day him sending her to the soul society and he whispering quietly "thank you."
-Pika
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My Many Head Cannons
FanfictionI'm going to be writing little head cannons about a bunch of the shows I watch and books I read. Rights to all of the characters in this story go to their original creator. If you are in anyway homophobic this is not the book for you.
