Pardon my Past
You walked with me
When I was all alone
With so much unknown
Along the way
And just when I
I thought I'd lost my way
You gave me strength to carry on
That's when I heard you say
I promise you
I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow
And despair
-'Footprints in the Sand' (song) by Leona Lewis
Damn it!
Clouds floated in, one by one, dark and menacing. They almost screamed "sorrow" and, "despair". Lightning flashed, thunder roared, echoing across the sandy shores of the beach.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Footsteps. Feet flashed across the soft, white, grainy sand. The person the feet belonged to took no notice of the crashing waves, menacing clouds, or the loud roars of lightning. All he cared about was her. Getting to her.
"It's not that simple," he had told her.
A distant memory in the forgotten past.
"You can't just be there." He bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. They were at the beach. Not a very smart move, considering they both knew the news report said it was going to rain. "Sure you can!" She had chirped happily. He sighed. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
"All you have to do," She said, holding up a handful of sand, "Is believe the other person will be there, at your side, no matter what. That, even if the rough, depressing times, they'll carry you if you fall." She let the sand fall loosley through her fingers. "Like I am." She blushed slightly, grinning up at him. "I was all alone." She had told him that night.
"Until you came."
He ran and ran.
"My heart was filled with lonliness. The people close to me are most likely all dead."
Ran until his lungs burned.
"I know."
Ran until his legs hurt.
"I loved them."
Sweat ran down his face.
"I know."
Tears welled in his eyes, but he willed himself not to cry. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
For her.
"I... I know that they loved me too, but..." She sobbed.
But...?
"But you couldn't tell them that. They had a reason for living. You felt as if you didn't." He took a step forward, and sighed once more.
"I'm sorry."
"I'M SORRY!" He screamed into the gray sky, as the first raindrops fell.
"I'm sorry... I'm...sorry..." And for the first time in nearly ten years, he cried.
He sobbed.
He gently carressed the words in the stone in front of him. The beach had led him to a small cemetary, about a mile inland.
To her grave.
He stood up, but before he did, Toshirou whispered his goodbye, the plea he whispered every time he came.
"Mitsuki, please, forgive me."
"'Cause I wanna hold you when you're gone, I'm selfish like that. I wanna know what love and friendship mean! Someday, you'll bust the lock on my heart." Rukia sang, dancing to the beat as she adjusted the volume on her ipod, shuffling through books at Karakura library.
"Let's see... A, B, C, D... Ah ha! Here we go! K section!" She looked through the shelves, all dedicated to families with their last name's starting with K.
"Kuchiki-san?" Rukia nearly jumped out of her skin. She whirled around, and saw none other than Rangiku Matsumoto.
"O-oh, hello, Rangiku-san." Rukia smiled awkwardly, ripping her ipod's earbuds from her ears. "What are you doing here?" Ruangiku smiled guiltily. "I... kinda got a late start on my History of Europe book report project thingy!" She laughed awkwardly and stuck out her tongue.
"Anyway," She said, looking at the Kuchiki girl. "Why're you here?"
"Oh, I've been having these really weird dreams lately. I've been doing my best to try and find even the tinyest shred of my family name anywhere... But so far, nothing's come up." Rangiku tilted her head to the side. "Nothing?"
Rukia shook her head. "The only thing I figured out was my great, great, great, great, great grandmother Kazahane was the world-renound Demon Slayer or Priestess." Rukia sighed. "I come from a family of whackjobs."
"Anyways, I'll see you later, Ran." She said, brushing past the strawberry-blond.
And as she left, Rangiku thought about what Rukia said.
"I come from a family of whackjobs."
"Sweetie," Rangiku sighed, resting her head in the palm of her hand. "You don't know the half of it."
"Hmmm... So, Aizen and Gin bailed?"
A dark figure nodded. And then, in a quiet, raspy voice, it responded, "Yes. And because of that, I lost something very prescious to me. A person. A person I can never live without. The only one left of my family." His partner smiled wickedly. "So, you want me to get this person back, huh?"
"Yes, please do. Grimmjow-kun, I assume you'd want to know what she looks like, so here." The figure said again, lifting a folder, tossing it to the man. The man known as Grimmjow raised a brow. This was a girl. No older than seventeen. She had dark hair, and dark purple eyes.
"Who is she?"
The figure smiled wickedly. And he answered, in a slick voice,
"My daughter."
"Yoru, do you see Toshirou anywhere?" A jet-lagged Kiyone asked. "Or, at the very least, my sister?" The ride from Tokyo to Karakura took a lot out of you.
Yoruichi shook her head. "No. And should we even be here? It's been years since we last visited. Us just popping up like this... It wouldn't be right. Not after everything they've been through." She sighed, and plopped down on an airport bench.
"It's better than not showing up at all! And besides, I talked to 'Shirou, he said it was okay if we only visited once a year." Kiyone sighed, sitting down next to Yoruichi.
"Yeah, but... Hey! Isn't that your sister?" Yoruichi asked, standing up to get a better view. And sure enought, there was Isane Kotetsu, smiling and waving to the two.
"Isane!" Kiyone yelped, and sprinted out of her chair to hug her sister.
"It's been so long! Where's Toshirou, though? He said he'd meet us here!" Kiyone said, smiling widely.
Isane's grin dissappeared.
"Toshirou, I'm afraid, is sick. Very sick."
A/N: Thx for reading!
I have a new vid... footprints in the sand. It's an ICHIRUKI tribute!
I'm sorry for doing this to Toshirou, but look at the brightside... it could be an opening for HitsuHina or HitsuKarin!
PLEASE REVIEW!
TMU
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