I don't own Bleach! Kubo-sama does!! Never Alone belongs to Barlow Girls.
IchiRuki (BIG surprise!!)
I came up with this in Science class, while listening to my teacher drone on and on about whatever...
Summary:
He was gone. I tried over and over, to accept that. But I couldn't. He said he'd be there. I remember; crying out, and waiting for a reply that would never come. IchiRuki
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I Can't Feel You By My Side...
I waited for you, today.
But you didn't show.
No... No... No...
I needed you today
so where did you go?
You told me to call
Said you'd be there
and though I haven't seen you
are you still there?
The words of finality rung in my head, without end.
"I'll be fine; stop worrying you stubborn midget."
"How could I not have worried, you idiot? You were practically committing suicide." I whispered through my tears. "You knew Aizen would kill you. So why? Why in the world do you always have to play hero? It is so frustrating." I was speaking in the present tense.
Something just made me think he was still here, with me.
That he was still... alive.
I cried out with no reply.
And I can't feel you by my side.
"Rukia..." I can remember my brother's words so painfully clear.
"Yes, Nii-sama?"
"I'm afraid... Ichigo Kurosaki's soul has disappeared from our detection." I just stared at him.
I was staring blankly at a wall. "What? This has to be some sort of... mistake! I mean... Ichigo... he... he's dead, I know that, but he was supposed to come... here... how did he die, anyway?!"
"I don't know."
"How could you not sense him?!"
"I don't know."
"How could he be... GONE?!" I was in hysterics, now.
"I truly don't know, Rukia."
So I'll hold tight to what I know.
You're here and I'm never alone.
"Hey, Kuchiki-san."
"Hi, Momo." I smiled at the Hinamori girl. She had taken Aizen's fall fairly well, all things considered. She took a seat next to me, joining me in my stargazing. "How do you do it?" I asked mindlessly after a moment. She looked at me confusedly.
"Hm?"
"Aizen. How can you... handle it? How could you handle having the man you love just... leave?" I looked at her. She sighed. "I just came to my senses. I never loved him. I just loved the idea of being next to him... by his side, forever and always."
She grinned. "It made the decision of killing him that much easier."
And though I cannot see you,
and I can't explain why,
such a deep, deep reassurance.
You've placed in my life.
I just stared back at my friend. Not... really... loving him?
My attention turned to the sky; or rather, the moon. My eyesight got blurry with hot tears as I saw his grinning, cocky face in the white beam of light. I let the tears fall. "Momo..." I could feel her staring at me; I just imagined the soft, understanding smile gracing her features.
"I know for a fact... I loved him... I loved Ichigo like crazy."
We cannot separate.
'Cause you're part of me.
And though you're invisible,
I'll trust the unseen.
I smiled at Orihime; this was one of the few times I was able to come to the world of the living. It was strange, seeing her, watching her soft, albeit dull gray orbs staring happily into mine, seeing month after month as the laugh-lines creasing her features grew more pronounced, and her once beautiful orange hair turn limp and silvery.
And here I was, stuck in time, as a bittersweet sixteen.
If anyone asked, I was her niece, coming to visit from Osaka.
"How's Ishida?" I asked her, grinning. She flashed me a smile. Even after all these years, she still managed to keep her smile movie-star white. "Oh, just fine. And before you ask, Satoko and Haruka are fine, too."
I always asked about the Ishida daughters, Satoko and Haruka. The two were about twenty-five now, if I remembered correctly. Satoko was more like her mother, with her father's looks. She had dark blue hair, and crystal blue eyes, almost always caught smiling or laughing. Haruka, however, was her polar opposite, with her dark auburn hair, gray eyes, and scowling features.
"That's good..." I sighed. I enjoyed times like this.
It was about as close to the past as I could get.
I cried out with no reply.
And I can't feel you by my side.
So I'll hold tight to what I know.
You're here and I'm never alone.
I couldn't take it. I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't!
You're sick. My mind decided. Delusional, go back. Go back to Sereitei. You can get help. Please. Don't do this. My conscious pleaded with me. It knew what I was going to do. It was trying to stop me from doing something stupid.
I don't know why, but somehow, the little voice inside my head reminded me of Ichigo.
You're Rukia fucking Kuchiki. You never give up. What the hell happened to the headstrong, brash, hard-headed girl? What happened to you?
I was sobbing. "I don't know Ich... I really don't..." I was all alone. I knew that now. The only thing that kept me from ending my life right there was my insanity. I was lost. That small, shredded sliver of hope, of sanity, was ripping, and I was losing my grip.
"I do know, though..." I stood, making my decision. "That I'm going to end this."
We cannot separate...
You're part of me...
And though you're invisible...
I'll trust the unseen!
I was standing right where I stood, all those years ago. At the street light, where I first arrived in Karakura.
A wave of pure, happy nostalgia swept through me. I sighed. My heart felt strangely at ease. It was comforting. I was... happy, euphoric, and comforted. The voice in my head was in a frenzied panic, wondering anxiously about my thoughts. They were so jumbled; I couldn't even comprehend most of them.
Sode no Shirayuki was already unsheathed and glinting almost evilly in the moonlight. I smiled, albeit sadistically. "I love you..." My mind was hazy. My eyes were half-closed, and just before the purity of my blade cut through my soul, I pictured Ichigo's confident, grinning face.
"Oyasuminasai..."
I cried out with no reply,
and I can't feel you by my side...
So I'll hold tight to what I know,
you're here and I'm never alone!
"Rukia." He took my hand, and chills ran through my body.
"Ichigo..." I smiled.
I knew I wasn't alone, not anymore.
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Oyasuminasai means 'Good Night'.
My first in my 1st oneshot collection! Most of them will be songfics, but some may just be drabbles, and some may be mini-series's. Don't expect me to update on the dot every other day. I actually HAVE school, ok? And dang to I hate it...
But, hopefully I'll be able to get chap. 2 up soon, cuz my math and my science teacher have (thank god) decided to give my class a break. So I really only have to worry about history and english, and my guitar lessons gonna be a snap!
Hope you liked it!
PLZ review!!!
-TMU