I Might Just Wake Up
I'm falling in love with you, and which will come to pass?
Will the feeling do nothing but swell, or
Will you notice it
Even though I've never said anything?
-Eternal Snow By Myco (Changin' My Life)
Rukia sighed and looked at Ichigo, who was sitting on his bed reading a new manga. She tilted her head to the side to catch a glimpse of the title.
"Ah! Megami-sama!"
Rukia almost burst out laughing. Shoujou? The great Kurosaki Ichigo read shojou?
Rukia heard of Ah! Megami-sama, or better known as Ah! My Goddess, sure, but she hadn't known guys read it, too. Or at least, guys like Ichigo.
Then, she noticed him blushing.
The shojou manga fell to the ground, and another book was placed in Ichigo's hands. "Maburaho." The title cover read.
Rukia tilted her head to the side. Okay... he didn't read shojou. But why was he hiding the other manga from her? Rukia inched a bit closer and looked at the page he was reading.
She blushed scarlet.
That was why he hid it from her. At least he had some decency.
"Pervert." Rukia sighed out.
Ichigo looked up. "What?"
"You. Look at the manga you're reading. You're a perv." Rukia pointed out taking the front of the small manga, threataning to rip it out of Ichigo's hands.
"Calling me a perv? You're the one who was blushing!" Ichigo accused. He had seen the red glow radiating off of the Kuchiki girl's cheeks.
"Me? At least I don't read hentai like this..." Rukia said, jerking the manga away from Ichigo.
Ichigo jerked it back. "Don't touch my manga." He said simply, before chucking a pillow at her.
She caught it and and smirked.
"Bad move, Kurosaki." She warned, before inching closer and pounding him with the pillow.
Ichigo quickly groped around for his other pillow, which was sitting on his desk chair.
And that's how a pillow fight erupted.
Feathers flew, playful screams echoed.
And after about a half hour of running about, dodging and throwing pillows, the two finally stopped, plopping down on Ichigo's hardwood floor.
The only thing that was heared throughout the room was soft panting.
"You know," Rukia started, after calming herself down. "Sometimes... I just wish I could wake up from all this..."
Ichigo looked at her strangely. "Why?" He asked.
"Because... then, you wouldn't have to be burdened with Kaitou, or me."
Ichigo looked at her as if she were crazy.
"What burden? You're step dad's a complete whack-job, that's for sure, but trust me. You..." Ichigo paused for a second. "Are... the best thing that's ever happened to me since my mom died."
Rukia smiled slightly. "What about Inoue? Isn't she the best thing that ever happened to you?"
Ichigo looked at her. "She's a good friend. But not the best thing."
Rukia blinked. "'Friend'? I thought you two were going out!"
Ichigo laughed. He and Inoue had been broken up for well over three weeks and she still didn't know about it? "No. we broke up almost three weeks ago! You mean you haven't heard?"
Rukia shook her head no. Note to self: Kill Tatsuki and Momo later. Rukia made a mental note.
The two drifted into a comfortable silence.
But then Rukia started talking again. "It's almost as if... I'm walking down an unfamiliar road... and with every step I take, my memories fade. Why is that?"
Ichigo looked out his window, out to the pure white, full moon.
"I don't know."
"I've been stuck in this hospital for days, Toshirou, days!" Mitsuki whined over dramatically. "I wanna go home! It's so boring here! And everyone's so annoying! Telling me to be quiet all the time. Why don't they shut up themselves?"
"It's a hospital, Mitsuki." A boy about two years younger than Mitsuki herself said. He had white hair despite his young age, and ice-blue eyes. His name was Toshirou Hitsugaya, and he was fifteen-years old.
"And to be honest, you're pretty loud." Toshirou said coldly, although he didn't mean it. He was just like that. For him, saying mean stuff was completely normal.
Mitsuki pouted. "And you're a cold-hearted bastard."
Yeah, totally normal conversation.
After a moment of silence, Toshirou spoke again.
"I heard about your uh, situation. Kiyone told me, and to be honest, I think you should go. She is you're sister after all."
Mitsuki stuck her tongue out. "No way. Karakura's a big city. I wouldn't find her. I couldn't! And even if I did, what would I say?"
A large sigh echoed throughout the room.
"Just tell her you're sorry."
Inoue's POV
I still have Kuchiki-san's letter.
I wonder why I'm holding back. Maybe it's because, I know once I give her the letter, she'll be broken inside. She knows about Mitsuki-san's illness, and she know's she's in Tokyo, somewhere. But, what if Mitsuki wasn't in Tokyo? What if... what if, she was dead? This letter was dated almost four years ago. It's possible.
"I guess the best thing to do is wait." I say to no one in particular.
I'm sitting down in an empty classroom. I had cleaning duty today, and had to stay late. I probably should start getting packed up to go home, but something told me to stay put.
I sat completely still, listening to the thunder rumbling in the distance.
Then, the classroom door clicked open. It was either Ochi-sensei or a student who left a notebook or jacket in their rush to leave.
A boy about my age with dark blue hair and glasses walked in. A student. He was tall, and a slightly intimidating aura surrounded him.
I recognized him almost immediately. Uryuu. Uryuu Ishida. He was the top of our class. How could I not recognize him?
He looked at me, dark eyes boring into mine. I don't know what came over me, I blushed.
"Hello." He said stiffly, and I think I see a light pink adorning his cheeks.
"Hi," I say back.
"What's wrong, Ishida-kun? Did you forget something? If you did you're too late, I delivered all the stuff I found to the Lost and Found already." I say, a little sleepily.
"Tired?" He asks softly. He either sensed my fatigue, or I'm more tired than I relize.
"A little. Only got about six hours of sleep last night."
"I see. Well, you're wrong about why I came here, Inoue-san,"
"Orihime." I say almost rudley. I hated it when people called me by my surname. "Please, call me Orihime. Not Inoue."
"Okay, Orihime, you're wrong on why I came here. I came because I heard someone's voice from the room next door. I thought the school was empty."
"Well... I guess you were wrong." Now I must've really sounded rude. "Wait... what were you doing here?"
"Sewing Club.'' He answered simply, sitting down next to me.
"Oh." I said. I must've really sounded stupid.
A/N: I keep you guys waiting for a week, and for such a short chapter. I'm sorry, writer's block is getting to my head.
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-Tsuki Meroko Uchiha
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