Yume Tenshi
Dream
(Mitsuki's POV)
"Please, don't leave."
I hear my self whisper. I feel myself shake, and I can see the salty tears drip down onto the hard, blood-stained concrete. The Vampire half of me is begging for me to bend down and finish this weakling off, but my human half is saying, 'She is your friend. Don't kill the poor girl!'
I shake my head, shaking away my inhuman thoughts, and look down at the dying girl. I know her... But her face is blocked by the light. Who is she? She sighs, and in a way, it's like music to my ears. She's finally going to be released from her suffering. Death. Her true escape.
"Just... Just take the child and run." She whispers, and hands me a small bundle. The little baby in my arms giggles and stares at me with huge, innocent, honey-brown eyes. My eyes widen, although I can't understand why. I'm just there. I don't understand what's happening. I am in no control of my actions.
"She's..." She's what?
''Yes. She's his child. But please, don't do anything to him."
I don't understand. What would I do? Who is this guy? I'm confused, but nod nonetheless. "Of course."
I spot about ten Turok-Hans advancing towards us. They're no less than twenty yards away. I audibly gasp, and try to pull the woman at my feet up.
God... She... She's really bleeding a lot. I lick my lips, then bite the inside of my cheek, drawing my own blood. I... I can't kill her. I can't kill her off. I have only once killed a human due to my desires, and It was the most horrible thing I've ever done.
...Well, I've only killed in this dream world. This soon-to-be future.
"Leave me," She says, and I let go of her arm, setting her back down gently. "What?" I ask, incredulous. "Why?" She smiles ruefully at me.
"I'm going to die if I stay here. I'll also die if I go with you. I'll just end up slowing you down. Just go, go knowing I leave this world with only one regret... And that's have my daughter grow up without her mother." She draws in a shaky breath. "GO!"
Without thinking, I jump up, and start sprinting away. I hear a shriek of pain, and I know the Hans got to her. A second after the shriek, I hear unbearable moans of pain. I blink back tears, and hold the child in my arms closer to me. She's sleeping, and I wonder... how can she be so calm? I look around me. Karakura Town is in ruins. Corpses and trash litter the once beautifully paved streets. The skies are not there normal calming blue. Now, they are red, blood red. The type of red that unleashes all of your memories into your mind with full force.
I almost scream as a hand shoots out from an alley, and grabs my arm. "Wha?" I start to say as I'm pulled head-first into the dark alley. I look up and see a disheveled looking Hitsugaya, and I feel a smile grace my lips. Don't I hate him? Why am I smiling? He's unshaven, his eyes are bloodshot, and his left arm is bleeding profusely. I feel the faint feeling of bloodlust hit me like a bullet train. I shake the feeling away, happy he's okay.
Why is that?
"Hitsugaya. You're safe." I feel my smile fall into a worried frown. "What's the matter?"
His voice is hoarse. "Matsumoto. She's dead."
I feel myself gasp. "A-Are you sure? Where's Karin?"
"She's safe. She's in Kyoto right now. And I'm sorry for doing this, but you have to survive. No one will kill the baby, I'm sure of it. She'll be safe." He whispers into my ear, and I feel a pressure on my neck. Everything starts to spin...
(End Mitsuki's POV)
Mitsuki shot up, sweat dripping from her forehead. She was in her room, and judging by the old grandfather clock pushed up against the wall, it was almost dawn. She just sat there for a few minutes, analyzing her dream. Karakura in ruins... Corpses everywhere and Demons running amok, a soon-to-be-dead woman haunting her dreams, and a baby that could end up dead.
She sighed.
"This is never a good sign."
Rukia Kuchiki stared blankly at the man in front of her. Thrice in one month... Who would have thought? Some would have called it fate. Others would have called it weird.
"Well, Kurosaki-san,"
"Ichigo." He corrected, staring at the short-haired woman.
"Ichigo," She said again. It sounded so much better than Kurosaki. "What are you doing in a place like this? I'm starting to think that you've been following me, seeing how we've bumped into each other three times now." She giggled.
Four, actually, he muttered inwardly, smiling playfully at her. "No, I'm not following you, I always come here." They were at a grassy field called Amasuki that over looked the ocean. Ichigo's mother was buried somewhere here, he just didn't know where because the grave marker was lost over nine hundred years before.
"You do?" She asked in disbelief. She had come across this field about two years prior, thinking it was an ideal training spot. He nodded. "Yeah... it's... calming."
"Yeah... I guess it is..." She mumbled blankly.
She let her eyes drift from the setting sun to the orange-haired man next to her. He was so... Different. But... A good diferent. He wasn't like any of the other stuck up, arrogant, haughty, wannabe tough guys she ran into at Kaze. No, Ichigo Kurosaki was mellow... The kind of man you could trust. The kind of man you got good vibes from. The kind of man that you'd want to be with for the rest of your life.
...Wait. What?
Where did that come from?
He was staring at her. She could feel it. "Hey... I know this is kinda sudden... but... can we, you know, talk more? Later, I mean?"
Did he just ask her out? Like on a date?
She just stared blankly at him, digesting the information. The moments turned into minutes, and Ichigo finally said, "If you want to, that is!" Time stretched on. Until, at last, she whispered, "Meet you at Kaze at ten. Kay?" She looked at him expectantly.
He nodded, a smile stretching across his features. "Okay. Ten. See you there."
[Kaze, 10:25 PM]
Rukia furrowed her brows in anger. So far, the night had been terrible. Ichigo hadn't shown up yet, Orihime was working on stage all night so she had no one to talk to, and some sleazy drunk was trying to get her to dance with him.
"Come on babe, just one dance?" He slurred, and Rukia rolled her eyes.
"For the last time, no, you bastard!" She snapped, turning swiftly. "I suggest you leave before my boyfriend gets here, or else he'll kick your ass." She glared at the drunken man who obviously didn't get the picture she was trying to paint him.
"Oh, come on sweetie. What does that loser have that I don't?"
"I suggest you leave before my boyfriend gets here, or else he'll kick your ass."
Ichigo smirked. Boyfriend, huh?
"Oh, come on sweetie. What does that loser have that I don't?" The orange haired man glared at the greasy drunk who was trying to flirt with Rukia. Note the word trying.
He saw her bite her lip in mock thought. "Oh, I don't know. A brain, perhaps?" He almost laughed out loud at that point. Well, I guess it's time to save her. He started making his way through the crowd, only to be stopped by a beaming Inoue Orihime. "Hello! Your name is Ichigo Kurosaki, right?"
He stopped, and nodded slowly. This was a little creepy... Why was she staring at him like that? "Yes. It is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to-" He tried stepping around her, but she quickly blocked his path again. She kept smiling, her eyes holding just an ounce of impatience. "No, no, please. This will only take a minute."
Rukia couldn't take it. She couldn't take this man's drunken slurs for another second. "Okay, I've had enough!" She growled and stood up, kneeing the standing man in the groin. He grunted in pain as she walked away, huffing in anger. She heard Yoruichi laugh and praise her from behind the bar, but paid no mind to it.
She immediatly caught sight of an over-talkative Inoue Orihime and an obviously uncomfortable Kurosaki Ichigo. She smirked, knowing that Ichigo would probably never get away if she didn't step in. She quietly walked up, putting a hand on Orihime's shoulder. The auburn-headed girl whirled around, a slight glare in her eyes when she saw Rukia. "Oh... Hi, Rukia."
"Hello, Orihime," She smiled expectantly. "I see you've met Ichigo. Ich, you're late." She glared at him, but there was playfulness in those violet orbs. He smirked at her, his eyes screaming 'thank-you-I-couldn't-handle-this-woman-for-another-second'.
Orihime, now, did nothing to hide the killer glare she was sending Rukia right now. "You two are here... Together? Like on a date?"
Rukia nodded. "Yeah. And... Orihime, don't you have a show?" The auburn-haired woman smiled disturbingly. "As a matter of fact, I do. It was nice to meet you, Kurosaki-kun. I'll see you later, Rukia." She shot Rukia one more glare, then sashayed towards the stage.
Rukia turned back to Ichigo, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "What-" He started, but was quickly cut off by Rukia. "You wanted to talk right? So let's talk." She pulled him to the bar.
He smiled. "Okay." This would definatly prove to be an interesting night.
Her smile never faded, and an unknown emotion played in her amethyst orbs.
The night was filled with laughter, smiles, understanding, and a very jealous Inoue Orihime. She scowled as she sang the last of the lyrics...
"Swallow your pride,
beg me to make this easier and listen to my hopeless cries.
Staring into your meaningless eyes."
A thought passed through her mind as she watched the two. She felt guilty at the feelings that were slowly making her bleeding heart ache even more.
I shouldn't be jealous. I shouldn't be! Rukia got to him first. She deserves him. She deserves a man in her life.
Her stormy gaze shifted from the pair to drift around the club.
Rukia Kuchiki deserves Ichigo Kurosaki.
Rukia awoke the next morning in her room, still wearing her dress from the night before.
She sighed heavily, and looked outside. Snow. It was snowing! She smiled wide and let out an awed "Whoa," almost like she had never seen anything so pure, so fantastic, so beautiful, in her life. She opened her window and lightly touched the cold powder. She shivered involuntarily.
She never realized someone was watching her.
Ichigo watched her intently from below the apartment complex. They had left Kaze a little after four in the morning the night before, just when Orihime was packing up to go home. She had agreed to drive Rukia home while Ichigo went back to his place.
He never made it.
Instead, he followed Orihime's car, and waited for four hours until Rukia finally woke up. He smiled at the midnight-haired woman, and proceeded to walk back to his car before she could spot him. He needed to get back home, anyway.
Karin would not be happy.
Mitsuki's POV
"What do you mean you had a vision in your sleep? I thought that the seer blood skipped a generation!" Yoruichi asked tiredly. I had just told her about her strange dream, and Yoruichi was, to say the least, a bit disturbed.
"It's disturbing!"
...Okay, very disturbed.
"I know." I had smartly remembered to leave out the fact about me being turned into a half Vampire. Some might call me crazy, but I really didn't want to die by a stake through the heart. "I'm hoping it was just a dream, and not a vision. But... It just seemed all too real, ya know?"
Yoruichi nodded. "Yeah. Okay, I'll send out a few other agents to see what's going on with those Turok-Han thingies." She shuddered. "It's like those things are practically flying out of our asses, now." She chuckled at that, and walked away, most likely to Urahara's office.
I sighed, and started walking again.
"This is all a part of our life. Our way. It's been this way for centuries upon centuries. The Elders gave you the visions because they thought you could handle them. You know you can't. You're weak! You're stubborn, and can't take no for an answer!" Hitsugaya's voice rang in my head.
I shook my head. No... I'm not weak. I can handle this. I really can. And I'll stop these visions from coming true, even if it kills me.
My eyes widened.
"I'll stop these visions from coming true, even if it kills me."
I bit my lip. I'm so stupid! Hitsugaya was right, I am weak. I stiffened and my hand instinctively moved to the gun on my hip when I heard a light scuffling sound behind me. I whirled around, and spotted a little girl, no older than seven years old.
"Um... Hello." I said, confused. What in the world was a child doing in our HQ?
"Hello, miss." She said politely. She had pitch black hair, tied into a low ponytail, and deep, amethyst eyes. One name passed through my mind.
Rukia.
"I'm looking for either Rukia or Mitsuki Kuchiki. Do you know them?" She sounded nervous, scared, and even a little bit confused. Why was this girl looking for me and Rukia?
"Uh, I'm Mitsuki, dear." I said, kneeling down to get a better look at the girl. Damn, aside from the hair style and attitude, this girl could be a younger version of Rukia! She beamed at me, and looked relieved. She lunged forward, pulling me into a hug.
"Auntie Mimi!" She giggled, and my eyes widened.
Aunt?
As in Byakuya and Hisana's kid? I mean, Rukia told me that they had a kid, but we just assumed she was dead. After Byakuya was killed, she just disappeared. She couldn't have run away, she wasn't even two at the time! Everyone just assumed the Ookami Akuma had eaten her.
"Um... Excuse me? Auntie Mimi?"
She looked back at me, tilting her head to the side. "Yeah! It's me, Mikoto!"
Mikoto, huh? Mikoto was a name that meant, 'Winged Beings'. I don't know why, but Byakuya always liked that name. I smiled ruefully, picking my newly found niece up. "Mikoto..." I repeated, testing her name out on my tongue. "It's beautiful," I grinned at her, and she grinned back.
"So... Sweetie, what are you doing here?" She should be at my dad's, since he's the only living family we have in this part of Japan.
She looked at me, her violet eyes holding just an ounce of sadness. "Well, you see..."
"Rukia, phone call," Orihime said from the other room. Her voice was frosty, and she felt dead inside. She was still blistering over Rukia and Ichigo's closeness. It hurt, but she didn't say anything.
The ebony-haired Slayer walked in the living room, and hesitated. "Who is it?"
Orihime did her best, trying to smile. "Mitsuki-san." Rukia took the phone gently from her friend, nodded in thanks, and sat down on the couch. Orihime made her way into the kitchen.
"Nee-san?" Rukia asked into the phone. "Yeah, hey Rukia. Listen up, I need you down at Urahara's office, pronto!"
"What? Why? A mission?"
"Nope... It's just... Get down here, ASAP!"
Rukia blinked twice, then shrugged. "Okay, I'll be down in ten."
"I'm here, I'm here, don't freak!" Rukia gasped as she flew into Urahara's office. Upon entering, she looked at the people in the room. An amused looking Urahara, an exasperated Yoruichi, an embarrassed looking Mitsuki, and a giggling little girl by Mitsuki.
"Who's the kid?"
"She's the reason you're here, Rukia-chan," Urahara laughed, patting the small child on her head. She glared menacingly at him. Mitsuki raised a brow. Well, well. Looks like Mikoto inherited something other than her hair from Byakuya.
"I'm sure you remember her, Rukia, this is Mikoto, your niece..."
Rukia's eyes widened. "Mikoto?"
Ichigo had just endured thirty minutes of shouting and mindless crying from Senna, two hours worth of motherly scolding from Sakura, and was getting ready for the beating of a lifetime from Karin. Note to self: Always leave a note before leaving the house.
He lived with insane women.
He shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the smack on the head or the kick in the leg.
It never came.
Instead, he was enveloped in a hug by his sister. And he thought she didn't have a heart! "K...Karin?"
"It was already hard enough losing mom, and Yuzu, even dad. Don't die." She drew in a shaky breath. Then, she stood, sending Ichigo a swift kick to his shin. He grunted in pain. "I'm sick of babysitting you, anyways." She huffed, but offered him a relieved smile.
Ichigo just smiled.
A/N: I'm surprised I got this chap up as quickly as I did. It took me an hour and a half to get this done!
Not that long, compared to the next chap ;)
Anyways, please review and tell me what you think!
-Tsuki Meroko Uchiha
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