Omoide
'Cause I was feeling as small
as a drop in the ocean
And now I realize that
nothing has been as beautiful
As when I saw heaven's skies
In your eyes
In your eyes
Love took me by the hand
Love took me by surprise
-Drop in the Ocean by Michelle Branch
[Friday, July 8th, 10:21 PM]
"I'm here to talk."
Rukia was silent for a minute. "About what?" She sighed. "Its probably nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." She started to close her window.
"Wait!"
She stopped. "Is it really that important?" She asked, exasperated. Ichigo responded with a nod. She smiled a bit weakly at him. "Okay... I'll be down in a minute." Momo was out, most likely visiting Toshirou... Again. And Tatsuki was who knows where. Rukia was home alone. Well... Not completely alone... Ichigo was there, too.
Rukia was outside in a matter of seconds, and she caught up to Ichigo, draping her white robe over her pajamas. They didn't have to say anything. They just started walking. As if something was making them.
After a few minutes, Ichigo started. "I wanted to talk to you about Rose. Have you seen her around lately?" He really didn't come to ask her about that, but he was already there, and he didn't want to ask the other question. Ichigo needed to know anyway. He needed to know if she actually remembered the red-headed, hyperactive waitress that wormed her way into their little circle of friendships.
"Rose...?" Rukia tilted her head to the side curiously. "Who's Rose? Someone you're not telling me about? Was she friends with us back in grade school, or-"
"No!" Ichigo cut her off. "Remember? Rose? Rose Christopher? She works at Kaze..." Rukia shook her head. "Sorry Ich. I don't think I've ever met anyone from Kaze who goes by that name." She shrugged. "Ask Momo and Tatsuki later."
She yawned. "I'm tired, Ichigo. Walk me home? Or are you going to let an innocent and helpless girl become easy prey for some perv out there?" She looked up with puppy-dog eyes.
Ichigo smirked. "Please, you're hardly helpless."
He was rewarded with a sharp smack to the head.
"Shut up, Strawberry,"
He growled. "Stupid midget!"
Then, her eyes widened. How did...?
"Sometimes, I wish I could just wake up from all of this..."
"Don't touch my manga, midget."
"I'm a klutz. It's nothing, really, so stop worrying!"
"T-Tell me it isn't true!"
"She had a nightmare."
"Don't worry, Rukia. I'll protect you."
"Ichigo!"
Rukia screamed.
Ichigo didn't know what to do. Sure, she had flashes around him before, but this one must have been bad. "Rukia! Rukia, what's wrong?" He knew what was wrong, but saying that was instinct. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked at her, his amber eyes full of confusion and worry.
Rukia was panting, and she couldn't see anything. Her eyes were blocked by images from her past. Her and Ichigo... Byakuya... Mitsuki... Hisana... Everyone. Her head felt like someone took a jack hammer to it, and she started sobbing from all the pain, both emotional and physical, without even realizing it.
God, it felt horrible.
At that moment, Rukia wanted nothing more than to die. That's how bad the pain was.
The last thing she heard were Ichigo's concerned words, then, her world faded to black.
[Dream/Flashback; September 5; 11 years ago]
Rukia stared at the large building. It was her first day of third grade, and she was beyond nervous. Sure she had gone to this school since kindergarten, but she was still nervous. Then suddenly, someone pushed her out of the way. "Hey!" She yelped, stumbling a little.
"Get out of the way, midget!" A voice shouted, running inside the school.
"Watch were you're going next time, idiot!" But he couldn't hear her.
Rukia huffed. "Stupid kid."
"Class, I'd like to introduce you to a new student all the way from Kyoto! This is Ichigo Kurosaki." The teacher, Sasame-sensei was her name, introduced a boy with shockingly orange hair and accusing amber eyes.
No. Fucking. Way.
Rukia's jaw dropped. As if her life wasn't any worse.
He was in her class!
Oh, hell no.
"What?" She jumped up, violet eyes blazing. "This... This... Strawberry is my classmate?" Ichigo's cold stare turned on her Then, his eyes widened. Crap. "She's in my class?"
Sasame looked between the two. "You know each other?" She asked almost dumbly, pointing at the two kids.
"Yeah." Ichigo grunted.
"Unfortunately." Rukia ground out through her teeth.
Sasame just smiled. "This year will be... Interesting."
[March 19; 7 years ago]
Twelve-year-old Rukia clutched her shin.
"Ow..." She groaned, looking up at the concerned faces of her classmates. "Kuchiki-san, are you okay?" Inoue asked worriedly. "I think so..." She stood up, immediately falling down again. "Maybe not." She grunted, rubbing her shin. Rukia had been playing soccer, and tripped. Normally this wouldn't have caused a sprain, but, her body had already been beat up from Kaitou.
She cringed at the memory.
"Okay, okay, enough, back up you guys." The gym teacher called, clapping her hands. "Give her some air. Now, is anyone willing to escort Kuchiki to the nurses office?" Before anyone could answer, a familiar voice responded, "I will."
The coach quirked a brow. "Kurosaki?" She asked doubtfully. She knew how Ichigo and Rukia never really got along with each other.
"Yeah." He shrugged. The coach sighed. "Fine. But hurry up." Ichigo nodded, and picked the Kuchiki girl up, bridal style. "Hey, wait!" Rukia started to protest, "I never asked you to-" But she was cut off by Ichigo's annoying voice. "Ah, shut up, Kuchiki!"
The nurse hadn't been in, so Ichigo took it upon himself to bandage the Kuchiki girl up.
"Alright, all done." He said, putting the bandages and medicine back where he found them. "You sure knew what you were doing." Rukia muttered, looking at her bandaged ankle.
"My dad's a doctor." Ichigo admitted, smiling sheepishly. "And... I've always wanted to be one, so I started practicing early." He shrugged. "It usually comes in handy."
Rukia smiled. "I see."
Neither of them noticed the blush adorning her cheeks.
[April 29, three years ago]
"My letter, dumb ass." Rukia scoffed, sticking out her tongue. Ichigo glared. They looked at each other in silence for a while.
"Who's it from?" He finally sighed out, looking annoyed. Rukia gave him a look. "I don't know. There's no return address, dumb ass."
He blinked. "Oh, really?" He asked, snatching away the letter. "Hey!" She yelled in surprise.
"To Miss Rukia Kuchiki..." Ichigo read aloud. She grabbed the letter from his unsuspecting hands.
"Got it!" The Kuchiki said, in victory.
"And I got you!" Rukia heard Ichigo's voice, then the next thing she knew she was on the ground. "Wha?" She started, surprised.
And then they realized what position they were in. Rukia was on her back, completely still, and Ichigo was hovering over her. He must've realized the awkwardness of the situation, because his eyes were wide.
Then, out of the corner of Rukia's eye, she saw a bright white flash.
"Aw! How cute!" Isshin.
"DAD!" Rukia heard Ichigo scream before he got up.
"Sorry about that."
[February 24; 3 years ago]
Ichigo whistled as he turned a corner. He had groceries dangling from his left arm, and a stoic look on his face. Then, he stopped. He looked into a dark alleyway, eyes wide. "Rukia..." He whispered, rushing over to his fallen classmate. "Rukia! Rukia! Are you okay? Answer me!"
He shook her, and she coughed, shivering violently.
"My god..." He breathed, covering her from the rain with his jacket.
He picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to his house.
His dad would know what to do.
[Present Day; Saturday, July 9th, 8:19 AM]
Rukia jolted up in bed.
Ichigo jumped, too, then he smiled, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank god, you're up. You really scared me for a minute, midget." He laughed a little, then frowned when he saw her face.
She looked absolutely terrified.
"Rukia? What's wrong?"
"You..." She breathed, finding her voice, "Lied to me."
Ichigo's eyes widened. "Wha...?"
"Why, Ichigo?" Her voice stopped him. She choked on her words.
It was breaking his heart.
"You said we didn't know each other too well... But you saved me." She looked up. "So... Why?"
Why, Ichigo?
I'm evil, I know. But I garuntee, by the end of this fic, you guys will LOVE me!
I have a new story that I'm working on... Its IchiRuki too, and, if you guys like the idea, I'll post it.
Here's a prieview of chapter 1:
"Miss me, boys?"
Rukia Kuchiki smirked as she quickly removed the wooden stake lodged in her victim's chest. It roared painfully, and turned to dust. She did the same with his partner.
The Kuchiki woman scowled. "Stupid bastards," She growled, looking at the body of the dead girl a few yards away. Her black hair was completely matted with blood, her dull, brown eyes wide with fear. She looked no older than eighteen. Only four years Rukia's junior.
A/N: The title is Tenshi and here's the summary: Rukia Kuchiki was the best Vampire Slayer in all of Japan. She was trained to be cold, heartless. Just like her victims. Who knew someone like her could fall in love?
If you like the sound of it, tell me in your reviews, and I'll post it after Omoide is finished and done with.
Bye!
-TMuchiha
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