Disclaimer: All Bleach characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Your Hands In Mine
Rukia was pulled out of her silent reverie when a knock sounded at her door.
"Miss, pardon me. Your brother is looking for you."
"Thank you. I will see him immediately," Rukia replied.
She ran her fingers down the photograph of her and Ichigo, pausing slightly to brush across their linked hands.
"Do you think of me when I think of you, Ichigo?"
oooOooo
In Karakura town, Ichigo felt the breeze blowing in from his open window move lightly across his cheeks, like the phantom wings of a moth.
Ichigo closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips.
He pulled open his desk drawer, and from between the pages of a book, he lifted out a photograph –too precious for casual pasting in an album, and too private to be framed.
Rukia..
oooOooo
"Rukia?"
Kuchiki Byakuya knocked lightly on the shoji door of Rukia's room. When there was no response, he pushed the shoji open, frowning slightly.
The room was empty. Damn the house for being so monstrously huge. Communication was such a pain.
The wind from the open shoji ruffled the pages of Rukia's sketchbook and a photograph fluttered out to catch his attention.
He picked it up out of curiosity, and had a near cardiac arrest on the spot. His eyes, frequently the epitome of elegant ink paintings, widened to the size of saucer plates.
There, immortalized in a glossy 5x4, was his little sister, scandalously clad in some sort of outrageous, skimpy costume. The 6th Division Captain glared murderously as he recognized the boy holding on to his sister's hands.
Corruption! Unacceptable behaviour!
Kuchiki Byakuya made up his mind that when he next met Kurosaki Ichigo, more notoriously known (and even fondly recalled in some circles,) as 'that troublemaking Ryoka' –he would Senbonzakura him to Kingdom Come.
Author's note: 2 photographs. Ichigo got the earlier one of Rukia loosely holding his hands, Rukia got the other, and Byakuya got.. the shock of his life!
Next chapter: This is the epilogue for the first item in Rukia's backpack, and not the end of this fic. It will be continued, but before that, I'll be working on a shorter piece –PA System Blues, just for a little change in variety.
Much thanks to IIscorpioII, tenshi, the light of hope, makino114 and Zefrn for reading and reviewing. This is the first time I've ever written something other than the usual English class homework. I'd really appreciate it if anyone took the time to tell me what I need to improve on. (i.e. was it confusing when I shifted between the present and Rukia's memories without heralding it with a flashback?)