The Hope of the Full Moon
Like a lost child, crying and searching
But there was no such thing as forever
"It's okay if you don't believe in anyone" you whispered
Were the two of us really alike?
And I decided then I would protect you
nakinagara sagashi tsuduketa maigo no kodomo no you ni
kedo soko ni ha eien nante aru wake nakute
"dare ni mo shinjinakereba iin da yo" tsubuyaita ne
futari niteru no kana?
ano toki kimi wo mamoru to kimeta no ni
-Myself by Myco
"Kiyone-chan!" Mitsuki chirped as she skipped up to her friend.
"What'cha doin'?" The black-haired seventeen-year old asked in a sing-song voice.
Kiyone smiled at her friends' antics. Most teenagers had love and school to worry about. Mitsuki didn't. She didn't care what people said or thought. She was just there.
"Nothin'..." Kiyone responded tiredly. Howwas she going to tell Mitsuki this?
"You're lying. It's something important. Something that's eating away at you... and if you don't tell someone you'll explode..." Mitsuki said, suddenly serious.
Kiyone stopped. Could Mitsuki be that smart? She could barely read at a third-grade level!
"You know?" Kiyone asked, turning to face Mitsuki.
Mitsuki smiled, and stuck her tounge out. "'Course! I always knew you loved Sentarou-kun!" She said, making a heart with her hands.
Kiyone blushed. Maybe Mitsuki wasn't that smart. "NO!" The seventeen-year old screamed, drawing the attention of everyone in the park. Kiyone laughed nervously, and dragged Mitsuki to a park bench. They sat down, and Kiyone sighed.
"I talked to Isane-oniichan." Kiyone said. Her sister, Isane, worked with Doctors Miyako and Unohana in Karakura Hospital. Isane had moved from Tokyo to Karakura after college, which was where Kiyone still lived. Mitsuki had arrived when she was ten, and lived with her fifteen-year-old cousin named Yuuki. Unfortunately, when she was eighteen, Yuuki died. Mitsuki had lived on her own since she was thirteen.
"And...?" Mitsuki failed to see the problem.
"And... she's working on a case with Unohana-san. It's about this fifteen year old girl... The girls' doctor, Kurosaki Isshin, said her bruises... the density... healing... everything, was related to child abuse, and-"
"Stop." Mitsuki cut Kiyone off. She knew where the Kotetsu was getting at, and, frankly, she didn't like it. Not at all. Out of habit, Mitsuki held on to her arm, which was covered by a long-sleeved shirt, where a jagged, ugly scar ran down. It was small, but it looked deep.
"I don't want to go back, okay? It's too painful. My brother... my sisters...And... I...all I did was...run...run..." Mitsuki couldn't finish. She was lost in her own thoughts.
"I...I'll see you at school on Monday, 'kay?" The black haired teen said, standing up. She was near tears now.
But just as she turned, Kiyone cried, "Mitsuki! Her name is... Kuchiki...Kuchiki Rukia."
Mitsuki stopped.
"Rukia...?"
"Hey Rukia," Ichigo started as he walked into the guest room.
"Hi..." Rukia said softly, clutching the blue bedroom sheets tightly.
"So... You don't wanna call your family, do you?" Ichigo asked, placing the glass next to Rukia on the bedside table.
What family? Rukia thought bitterly.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't." Rukia said, putting on a fake smile.
"Well is there anyone I can call? Just to let them know your alright?"
Rukia almost laughed. But she just smiled sadly. Who would care? No one, that's who.
Rukia shook her head. No.
"I'm all alone." The black-haired girl whispered.
Ichigo frowned. No one? No one cared about her? Sure people did... There was Tatsuki and Momo, Orihime, Rangiku. And although he wouldn't admit it, himself. "That's not true," Ichigo blurted out. Rukia looked up. "What about Momo? And Tatsuki? Orihime..." Ichigo kept voicing his thoughts as Rukia smiled slightly. But what she didn't hear was the quiet cut in of "me" at the end.
"I guess..." Rukia responded quietly when he finished. Then she heard a tap on the windowsill. She turned, and frowned.
It was raining that night, too.
Rain poured down on the tiny town of Karakura.
"Mi-chan," Byakuya said to a young girl, using her nickname. She was about his age, ten. She had straight, black hair that went to down to the small of her back, one silver highlight streaking down. A backpack was slung over her shoulder.
"Do you have to do this?" Byakuya had asked, gripping Mitsuki's shoulders tightly.
The young girl, Mitsuki sighed. "Yes." She looked up at the full moon. "I am so sorry."
Byakuya smiled sadly. You could tell he wasn't used to it; he twitched a little.
"It's alright, you gotta do what you gotta do." Mitsuki smiled at her brother.
"What do I tell Hisana and Rukia...?" Byakuya asked quietly.
Mitsuki sighed. She couldn't wait. Yuuki was probably already at the train station. "Hisana already knows. Tell Rukia..."
"Tell her...?" Byakuya repeated.
"Tell her... I'm dead. The last thing we need is for her to try and leave, too." Mitsuki said.
Byakuya hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."
"Are you sure you guys don't wanna come? I mean... Yuuki said it was fine, of course, and, if you stay here... you could..."
Byakuya shook his head. "No. We need to stay. You go. Don't worry about us. After all, you need to get out more than we do. You know... with your-." Byakuya was cut off by Mitsuki.
"I get it, okay? I have to be careful."
Byakuya looked at the clock. "You should get going."
Mitsuki sighed.
"Right."
Rukia sighed. Byakuya had told her the truth about Mitsuki a long time ago.
At first Rukia was tempted to go and follow her older sister, but decided against it. She just hoped she could see Mitsuki again.
She looked up at Ichigo, and smiled. It was a tired, sad smile.
Love. Hope. Dreams. Words her sisters and brother always said was precious.
Rukia never hoped.
Rukia never dreamed.
She never tried to love.
She just didn't.
It wasn't her, it wasn't Rukia.
Never her...
Never was...
A/N: New chapter!
It was a little angsty, and focused more on my OC.
Don't worry, though, she won't appear again for a few more chappies!
I'll have the next chapter up soon!
See you again :)!
~T.M.U
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