“I finished my deliveries, and I saw you up here, and – well. From the ground, this doesn’t look good.”
“And it looks better up here?” Ichigo folded skeptical arms, and tensed toes on one side to make sure he kept his balance. No point falling just to grump properly.
The way the guy’s gaze flicked to his feet, he’d caught that reflexive steadying. Under the jacket, shoulders eased. “A lot better.” He held out a hand. “Li. Li Tian.”
“Kurosaki Ichigo,” Ichigo said shortly, reluctant to move closer. Because seriously, Chinese? The last one he’d met had been Yoruichi’s stinger-armed shadow, and-
And Li moved like an Onmitsukidou, strength and grace and never a finger out of place. This could be bad.
Li let his hand close, and bent his head. “Sorry. It’s kind of unsteady up here, isn’t it?”
Ichigo tried not to let his jaw drop. Was – was that-?
You have every right to be wary, because if one of us made a grab we’d probably both go over the side, and neither of us wants that. I’m not offended.
He couldn’t be reading that casual movement right. Could he?
“I came up here because the way you moved looked like someone I knew once,” Li went on. “She’d lost something very important. It hurt her.”
Oh. So… not for him, at all. “A friend of yours?”
“Carmine?” Blue eyes blinked wider with surprise. “No. We worked together once, that was all.”
A/N: Warning, if you look up Carmine/Havoc on the Darker than Black wiki… well. She had some very unsavory habits.
(AKA to someone who knows how to look, Ichigo is in no way an innocent teenager….)