...irthday with you."
Ichigo's expression looked troubled and he began rubbing his neck in agitation. "Look, Yoruichi, can you just tell them that I'm busy or something? You know I don't like to go there and I have Rukia to consider. If she doesn't want me to, then I won't be able to go."
"Ichi, it's been more than a year since you've seen them and they miss you. I'll talk to Rukia and let her know what's going on...besides, my seamstress has already completed your new suit of clothes for the party so you have to be there!"
"Yoruichi," Ichigo groaned, "Please just tell them I can't...I don't want them around me. I'm too messed up."
Yoruichi's expression turned crafty, "Ichigo, do you intend to never see the girls again? Because if that is your intention, then I'll just tell them you're dead too, how bout that? Then they won't have anyone left in the world. Is that what you want? To make those sweet souls think that they're all alone?"
Ichigo sat down hard on a nearby bench as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He dropped head into his hands presenting the perfect picture of dejection, "Of course I don't want that, Yoruichi. I do want to see them, it's just that..."
"You do know what this party is for, don't...