Of Roommates and Headaches
Some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts,
They just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky, lucky sometimes
Now who'd have thought someone like you could love me
You're the last thing my heart expected
Who'd have thought I'd ever find somebody
Someone who someone who makes me feel like this
Well I guess
-Some Hearts by Carrie Underwood
"I never said "goodbye" because, I had this odd feeling that I would somehow see you again. I thought you would remember me, but I guess you didn't. You can't even remember those close to you correctly, can you? Not even the person who loves you more than life itself, maybe even loves you more than Hisana, Byakuya, or I. Your story, Rukia, is a tale of depression. Of friendship. Of pain, of suffering. Of memories, and most importantly, of love. You and your soul mate, you met again. You said 'Hello'. And now, we must say 'goodbye.' But Rukia, we miss you. All of us." The voice paused,
"We really do."
Rukia sucked in a sharp breath.
"What's wrong? Headache?" Ichigo asked concernedly.
Rukia kept her hand on her head, not responding for a few minutes. "Yeah... Headache. I guess this flu is worse than I thought," She laughed humorlessly, shifting on the bed. Ichigo handed her a bottle. "Aspirin?" Rukia shook her head. "No thanks, Ich. Its not that bad. It'll probably go away in a few minutes." She tried to reassure him, waving her hand dismissively.
"I'm fine, seriously!" She smiled reassuringly, and layed down to get more rest.
"Okay..." Ichigo sighed. He never won his battles with Rukia. What made him think he would start now? "Goodnight." Rukia didn't answer. Ichigo was about to scream at her for ignoring him, until he heard a little snort. He smiled. She was asleep. "Like I said, goodnight." He whispered into her ear, kissing her on the cheek. He was tempted to plant another kiss on her mouth, but decided better of it.
He never missed the smile that crossed her face.
"Ah!" Momo gasped, jolting up in bed. "Shirou-chan..." She breathed. Toshirou and Momo hadn't talked since the night at the hospital. And the young Hinamori was, to say the least, depressed. "I should just give it up. Karin likes Shirou. I should just accept it." She sighed, burying her face in her hands. Unknown to Karin and Unohana, Momo had seen the little exchange between the two. The rose, Toshirou...
She could remember it like it happened yesterday.
Momo had forgotten her cell phone at the front desk, and was currently walking up to the station to retrieve it when she heard a voice.
Karin.
She was talking to someone. Who? It was female, soft, and distinctly familiar.
Unohana.
Momo had thought nothing of the conversation. She may have loved to gossip, but she never got into people's business. That was Matsumoto and Inoue's job. Momo had her heart in the right place, not trying to listen, but her mouth was just a little too much to control sometimes.
"Could you give this to Hitsugaya-kun for me? Iknow it really doesn't mean much since it came from me, but here." Karin said, taking out a small rose, handing it to Unohana. The younger Kurosaki had a rosy blush painted over her cheeks, and she was smiling slightly.
Momo's heart broke.
The brown-haired Hinamori had felt something for Toshirou since they met, all those years ago. Although it was in vain. In the end, it was just an unrequited love. And apparently, Karin felt something, too.
"Of course, Karin-chan." Unohana's voice. And at that moment, Momo knew she wouldn't be able to stick around any more.
She bolted.
She fled, not looking back. She couldn't face Karin, couldn't face Toshirou, couldn't even face Unohana. How could she? Everytime she would, she would most likely see the girl who loved the man she loved, and the man she loved but could never have.
The man she knew would never love her back.
"I need some air..." Momo whispered into the empty air. She got out of bed, slipping on her bunny-slippers, quietly tip-toeing out as to not wake up Tobiume, who was asleep at the foot of her bed.
Momo stepped into the living room, and stopped.
Pitter-pat.
Pitter-pat.
Rain. There was no way in hell she'd be able to go outside now.
She sighed and jogged up the stairs to her room. On her way there, she passed Rukia's door, and noticed it was open a crack. Rukia never leaves her door open...Momo thought suspiciously. The Hinamori walked over to her friend's door, and opened it slowly. The light was on, and no one was inside. It was almost 4:00 AM. Momo panicked. What if something bad happened?
"Tatsuki! Orihime!"
"Momo, you're overreacting. Rukia's been on one-nighters before, its nothing to get so worked up about. She'll be back in time for breakfast, I'm sure." Tatsuki muttered tiredly, not at all happy she was being dragged out of bed at four in the morning just because Rukia was out doing something late at night.
"But what if she's not!" Inoue cut in, "She could've been kidnapped! Murdered! Maybe even in an accident!" Tatsuki looked at Inoue. The buxom girl did have a point, but Rukia was a fighter. She would never go down alone. And even if she did, there would still be a pretty big bruise left behind.
"Orihime, I highly doubt it. Rukia went to Kaze, and I know Rose would never let that happen. Murdered? Rukia would murder the man who tried to murder her. And you can rule out any accidents, we would have heard about it by now." Tatsuki said, yawning. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to sleep for another four hours at the least."
She left, leaving behind two very worried girls.
"Okay, what do you bastards want with me?" Senna ground through clenched teeth.
"Now, now, Senna, was it? You don't have to be so hostile." Grimmjow said, smirking. Senna stuck her tongue out.
"We don't want you, but rather, your cousin and his little friend..." Senna's eyes widened. "Why? What did they ever do to you guys?"
The figure next to Grimmjow laughed maniacally. "You have no idea..."
"Blown by the wind that started moving, A pinwheel begins spinning. The colors of our wings melt into one. Because it'll become the bond that connects us Beaten upon by the cold rain, you stand still You laughed forlornly In my young hands, there's a world that is too powerless I don't want to lose it anymore."
Ichigo felt a pang in his chest. "Hey Rukia, where'd you learn that song?" Rukia looked down. "I don't... I don't know... I just... knew it, from before, I guess. I didn't remember it from a flash. Its just one of those few things that come back to me after a while..." She sighed.
"You... would give anything, to remember, huh?" Rukia nodded slowly. "But its okay, there are some things I'd rather not remember! Like, Hisana and my mother's deaths. And, maybe even who Mitsuki and Byakuya are. I keep thinking its for the better, to remember, but I also think that it could be bad, too. After all, we don't even know who they were."
There was that pain again. The pain of seeing Rukia's confused look. Ichigo had lied to her for almost four years. One would think he'd be used to it, but no. He was far from being used to it. Sometimes, he wonndered if he should just out and tell Rukia everything. Fill in the blanks.
But he couldn't. Not unless he wanted to keep his head, that is.
A/N: END CHAPTER NINE.
I've been getting told that I've been drifting away from the storyline a little.
I realize that, and I'm sorry if they seem filler-ish.
I'll work on it, I promise!
Anyways, people who wanted GrimmxSenna, that might happen if I have enough people supporting it.
ANYWAY, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
-Tsuki M. Uchiha
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