“Hey! Yachiru’s nice,” Orihime said indignantly.
“If you’re not between her and her Ken-chan, maybe….”
“Orihime’s right.” Chad looked at Ichigo. “We should tell them.”
Because if they were seeing quiet ghosts, and Hollows, and shinigami – sooner or later, the Hollows would see them as prey. Damn it. Ichigo sighed, and bit into his lunch. “This is gonna take a lot longer to explain than one free period.”
“Try,” Tatsuki said flatly.
“Okay.” Ichigo let out a resigned breath. “This all started the night I first ran into Rukia – do you guys remember Rukia?”
Three nods. “But no one else does,” Mizuiro observed, startled. “Even Miss Ochi. She should have noticed Rukia was missing. Even if she is a transfer student-” He stopped. “But she isn’t, is she?”
Ishida nudged up his glasses. “Apparently, you’ve picked up enough shadow magic to be resistant to the memory alteration spells.”
“Shadow magic?” Keigo scratched his head. “That doesn’t make sense. How can illusions make you resistant to mind-altering magic?”
“Not illusions.” Ishida fixed him with a cool look. “Shadow magic is real. More real than any sorcery you’ve ever touched. You’ve heard the creation myths. How the gods named darkness, and light; life, and death?” A slight twist of a smile. “What do you think came before?”
Ichigo waved a hand to distract Keigo before the apprentice sorcerer could introduce Ishida to the reality of a mini magic missile. “Anyway. She thought she was invisible. But I saw her. She tried to put a binding spell on me. I broke it. Things kind of snowballed from there….”