One Person
You say if you could fly, you would never come back
You aimed for that blue, blue sky
You've yet to remember "sadness"
Just now began to grasp "pain"
Even the feelings I held onto for you
Are just now changing into words
-Blue Bird by Ikimono Gakari
Rukia's POV
Dream
"Rukia."
I groaned as I heard my name being called. Why was this voice so familiar? So warm and comforting...
"Rukia, sweetheart, wake up. Come on, wake up." The voice cooed again.
I jerked up. I was in my bed... but this was not my room. I was in a house, maybe the living room. "Hi, sweetie. Look at you, I haven't seen you since you were ten years old! Your all grown up..." The voice echoed. I almost immediatly recognized it this time. The warm, soft voice I could barely remember.
"...Hisana?"
I turned, and nearly jumped out of my skin.
There, clad in a white robe, was my big sister, Hisana Kuchiki. "You remembered," She half-murmured, and smiled ruefully. "You actually remembered me." She said, a bit louder this time. She sat frozen, like a statue, on the couch. Her legs were crossed, not touching the ground.
"I survived." I murmured, talking to myself more than the ghost-girl in front of me. "You and 'kaachan... you didn't..." I was trying to convince myself, wondering if I was really sleeping. Then I heard her laugh. "Yeah, well... I guess we weren't supposed to. Normally I would never say this in front of a younger sister, but I suppose you're old enough. Fate's a bitch, ya know?" She giggled softly, and looked me over once.
"Now..." She started, resting her head on her hand. "I've obviously been sent here for a reason. Mind telling me what's goin' on?" I sighed. I couldn't even enjoy my dreams without people questioning me. "I have questions... a lot of questions. Do you have any idea who... Byakuya and Mitsuki are?" I asked softly. If anyone, Hisana would surley know.
"I..." She then stopped, and looked around, standing up.
"I'm sorry Ru, I've gotta let you go. Someone's comin'."
END RUKIA'S POV
Rukia jolted up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. At her bedside sat Tatsuki, dressed in her purple robe and pj's, her hand rubbing Rukia's arm, trying to comfort the small girl. On her left, was Momo, dressed all in green, a baseball bat in her left hand. On her right, standing next to Tatsuki, was Inoue, in all her pink glory.
"You okay?" Momo breathed out. "We heard you scream, and came up. Did someone try to break in or something? The window's open..." Momo whispered the last part, and moved to close the window.
Rukia's eyes shifted from friend to friend, still panting heavily.
"I'm fine," She breathed out, calming herself.
"Just one hell of a weird dream."
The Next Day
"I swear, Tatsuki, I saw her. Hisana was there, in my dreams, about to tell me things I've waited so long to hear." Rukia turned from the coffee maker, and smiled ruefully. "To remember." She added quietly, sipping the hot drink in her hands.
Tatsuki sighed. She had been listening to Rukia talk about her dream from the past night for almost a half-hour now. Now, Tatsuki was positive Rukia had lost it.
"Rukia, how much time have you put into studying this week?" Tatsuki sighed, avoiding eye-contact with her friend. "Excuse me?" Rukia asked, genuinly confused. "What do you mean?"
Tatsuki looked at her friend, disbelief reflecting in her eyes. "Eighty? Nintey hours this entire week, including weekends?" She sighed again. "Let's face it, Ru. The last time you really had the full eight hours was last night. The night you had that dream. You're tired, and it was bound to show..."
"You think I'm crazy?"
Tatsuki flinched. Crazy is such a strong word. She thought, clearing her throat. "No, no, of course not. It's just... testing is next week, ya know? Then there's graduation... Summer break, then another year of school, then another Summer, which means only three months to get our acts together and actually find good colleges, which ultimatley means good jobs."
Rukia shook her head in disbelief. "You don't believe me? Well, listen up, kay Tatsuki? I know what I saw, and what I saw was my sister. It wasn't just some dream. It was too real to be just a dream." She huffed, and walked away. She stopped suddenly at the door, and quietly added, "Momo and Inoue told me the same thing. But I know at least one person who'll believe me."
"Rukia!" Tatsuki yelled.
But she was gone.
Two hours later:
"You believe me, right, Ichigo?" Rukia asked, looking him straight in his amber eyes.
They were sitting on a bench, right in the middle of Karakura Park.
Ichigo sighed, and bit his lip. To lie? Or not to lie?
"Of course I do." To Lie.
Rukia eyed him suspiciously. "You don't believe me either," She sighed out in disbelief, smiling in an 'I cannot-believe-this-is-happening' fashion. "If even you don't believe me, Ichigo, I must be going crazy." She said, throwing her head back and laughing tiredly. "Oh my god, I am losing it," She laughed some more, then sighed wearily.
"No, you aren't crazy..." Ichigo insisted, putting a hand on Rukia's shoulder. "You're just confused," He said, offering her a smile. "This time of year is always rough on you." Rukia sighed, and touched the hand that was on her shoulder. "Thanks, Kurosaki." She removed her hand, and leaned back a bit, resting her head on Ichigo's shoulder.
She bit her lip, sat up. She hesitated for a moment. Her back was to him, so she twisted around, and smiled warmly. Then, she did the most unexpected thing. She leaned forward, and kissed him on the cheek. Then, just as quickly, she pulled back a bit and hugged him. "Really, thanks." She murmured into his ear.
Rukia then stood up, and walked away. "I'll...I'll see you next Monday, okay, Ichigo?" She winked slyly at him, and walked away from the grassy field.
Ichigo blinked, then smirked, touching the spot where Rukia kissed him.
She was remembering. That much he was aware of.
"Yeah, sure thing, Rukia.
"NO FRICKIN' WAY, SHIRAYUKI!" Zangetsu screamed. He was currently being clutched on by the arm, dragged to what he called, "Death Via Tango".
"Zangu-kun," Shirayuki whined, batting her eyelashes over dramatically, "Come now, I've been trying for days now, one little dance lesson won't kill you. You'll like it. I know I tricked you into dressing up by telling you we were going to my cousin's Country Club..."
"Exactly!" Zangetsu suddenly said, blinking. "I'm extremly upset right now." Shirayuki raised a brow, her grip loosening. "You are? Why?" He crossed his arms, and looked at her, faking hurt. "Well, I wouldn't call our love love if it's based on lies." He started shifting his feet a bit. "So... bye." He ripped out of his wife's grip completly, and bolted inside the house.
"Zangetsu! Zan- Oh, who am I kidding? He won't do anything I tell him... Not in this lifetime, at least." She sighed, and dusted her hands off.
"Shirayuki-san?" Said woman twirled around and smiled happily. "Oh, good evening Arisawa-chan!"
She smirked slightly. "Still tryin' to get Zangetsu-san to those dance lessons?" Shirayuki sighed wearily. "Yep. Sometimes, I don't know why I married him." Tatsuki blinked. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you two get married? You seem like total opposites!" Tatsuki asked, walking up to the hedge that seperated the two yards.
Shirayuki sighed happily, and her eyes glazed over, a dreamy look appearing. "It all started... almost twenty-five years back, when I was about... twenty years old. We used to go to the same college, Zangu-kun and I. Back then, I had the biggest crush on him. He never really showed an interest in me, though." Her eyes suddenly hardened, and she sighed wearily.
"It was... it happend one warm, Saturday night. My boyfriend at the time and I, his name was... god, I can barely remember... Zabimaru, I think it was, were walking home from a date that night, and we suddenly ended up in one of the more... not-so-friendly neighborhoods." She shuddered slightly, but continued. "We walked for a bit, then, we met these four guys," She gulped. "One thing led to another, and Zabimaru was dead."
"Wow. Shirayuki-san, I'm so sorry, I..." But Shirayuki started talking again. "I thought I was next, but then, Zangetsu came into the picture and saved the day. Like one of those old 1920's movies." She laughed slightly and smiled at Tatsuki. "Well, you know what they say, opposites attract."
Tatsuki nodded slightly, seemingly lost in her own little world. "Hey, have you seen Rukia anywhere? We got into a little spat earlier... I let it slip she was being unreasonable about the whole 'Hisana' situation." Tatsuki sighed yet again, running a hand through her hair.
Shrayuki shook her head. "No. I actually haven't seen her since this morning. She said something about visiting Kurosaki-kun... Oh! There she is! Hello, Rukia-chan! How was your day to...day?" Shirayuki tilted her head to the side in confusion.
Rukia had a distant look in her eyes. She dragged her feet across the porch steps, and fumbled with her keys.
And, completly ignoring the two women outside, walked in to the house.
"I knew it," Tatsuki said, turning to face Shirayuki. "She's pissed."
A/N: Thanks for Reading!
Like last chappie, this one's pretty short.
SORRY- I'm getting SO lazy!
ANYWAY, I'll see you next time!
-Tsuki M. Uchiha
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