Saying goodbye is hard.
Saying I love you is harder.
That's the lesson Ichigo Kurosaki learned ten years ago.
Now here he lay, on a hospital bed, dying.
He had faced countless hollow, placed in life or death situations. Now, here he was, dying from a bullet. A bullet. Unbelievable. A drive-by. Even more unbelievable.
Ichigo shut his eyes, ignoring the sobs of Inoue Orihime and the silent tears of Chad and Uryuu.
At least he would see her... Just one more time.
Ichigo shut his eyes, only to open them again.
"Rukia..."
Rukia Kuchiki stood, crying like a baby, on the main street of Karakura Town.
She was sent here for a mission, but as soon as she step foot in the real world, she regretted it.
A puddle of blood was still lying where he had been shot.
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Rukia took one step out of the small portal, nostalgia sweeping through her.
A mission. In Karakura Town.
Rukia's indigo eyes scanned the area. A downtown strip mall. A small fountain. A park. Each of them flooded with crowds of people.
Which unfortunate soul was wandering this bustling town?
Suddenly, her eyes widened, seeing twenty-eight year old Ichigo Kurosaki.
Ten years. Ten years didn't even change him. Ichigo still had that unruly mop of sunset-orange hair, only a little longer. He wore a gray sweatshirt, and jeans. His dark brown eyes were soft, despite the scowl etched across his face.
Rukia smiled softly. It dissapeared as quickly as it came.
A gun. Peeking out of a black mini-van, pointed straight at Ichigo.
...Or at least, someone next to him. The street was so crowded.
"Ichigo!" Rukia yelled.
He couldn't see her, but he seemed to stop for a second, as if hearing an echo.
BANG!
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Rukia stopped crying long enough to jump down, to the Karakura hospital where the new soul awaited her.
Rukia's eyes widened when she looked at the phone.
ICHIGO KUROSAKI; The phone plainly said in big black characters.
Did the world hate her? What had she done to deserve this?
This was it. Her final punishiment.
Rukia's indigo eyes scanned the bloody and bandaged body of Ichigo Kurosaki.
She bit back a cry, and raised Shirayuki's hilt to perform the konso.
His eyes snapped open. Chocolate met indigo.
"I never forgot about you." Ichigo whispered, touching her wrist. "I've always dreamt of this day; where I could finally say I love you."
Rukia couldn't help it; tears slipped out.
"Too little too late, Ichigo." She whispered, her grip on Shirayuki loosening, the zanpaktou tilting backward a little.
As much as Rukia hated to admit it; she was jelouuse of him. Jelouse of Inoue, jelouse of Uryuu. Jelouse of Tatsuki, jelouse of everyone that came in contact with him! They could see him everyday, they would grow old, and here Rukia was. Stuck as a teenage girl until she died.
Rukia finally let Shirayuki go. It fell with a clack on the white-tiled floor.
There was no need for the konso.
Rukia grabbed his arm lightly, and pulled him up.
He would be terrified now; a death god standing before him, taking him away from his perfect life.
But what he said next shocked the black-haired shinigami.
"We'll start over, in the Soul Society." Ichigo whispers, hugging her.
Rukia nodded, whimpering slightly as more tears escaped, pulled back, and kissed him.
They were finally together.
A/N: Done.
Hope you all liked it! It's gonna be a while until my next IchiRuki fic, and it's a horror, so watch out for it!
The reason for the wait is because it's based off a book and I have to read it first.
~Audieu!
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