The Note

By MikoSwordmaiden

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach nor do I own Death Note

Author's note: The idea for this story just came to me randomly one day and I immediately started searching for a story that may have already claimed this idea. After finding NOTHING like it I decided I'd write a small prologue and see what sort of feedback I get from you guys on this.

The idea is.. What if Rukia Kuchiki, a typical lonely yet brilliant high school student picked up a Death Note? What if Ichigo was the God of Death who possessed the Notebook? The inspiration came from seeing Ichigo's fully hollowfied form (you know, the one with the looong orange hair and the big horns?). I thought…'Dang, he LOOKS like a shinigami from Death Note!' THAT'D be an AWESOME STORY!

Just to be clear, I DO NOT intend for this to be a full out "cross-over" story. "Cross-over" stories (in my opinion) take existing characters from two different stories and combine them into one story. In THIS story however I am combining the *ideas* (NOT the storyline) from Death Note and using them with Bleach characters, mainly Ichigo and Rukia. In fact, most of this story will be told from Rukia's point of view. There'll be no appearances of Light, L or Ryuk so if you're expecting these characters you'll pry be very disappointed. Just giving fair warning! -Miko

Summary: I, Rukia Kuchiki, am possessed. It all happened the day I picked up what looked like a regular notebook and became possessed by the orange haired Shinigami who came with it….

The world, it seems, is full of cruel and sickly twisted ironies. Ironies so truly painful at times that they feel as though they could drain you of everything you have till there's nothing left but an empty, useless shell...waiting to be shattered into oblivion. Why this is…I really can't say for sure but one thing I DO know is…that at this moment in time…I've lived this irony.

I mean, how cruel of an irony is it that the only true and loyal friend I've ever known in this life is death? Probably not nearly as cruel as the fact that my afore mentioned 'friend' is now lying in my arms, broken, bleeding…dying.

No…the irony is not lost on someone like me. In fact, the whole situation is so radically bizarre and beyond belief that I open my mouth and allow a strangled scream to escape my lungs. The sound is gut wrenching, even to my own ears, and the head in my lap twitches weakly in response to it.

"R…Ruk..ia?" He groans faintly as I lower my violet eyes to look down at his frightening yet beautiful face.

"Shh…." I whisper shakily as I tenderly stroke my fingers through his silky, fiery orange hair. "Shhh…It's ok. You're going to be ok..." I lie, cringing as I hear my own voice break.

At this point the dark storm clouds over head decide to rumble loudly with pent up thunder and release the steady fall of rain they'd been withholding. The thousands of droplets wash over us, soaking our clothes,rinsing away the blood and hiding the fact that tears are now trailing down my cheeks just as steadily.

He opens his mouth ever so slightly to speak, as though he has something important he wishes to say, but only a soft and weary moan comes out. Instead he tilts his head towards me, leaning weakly into my touch. I hope its as comforting to him as it is to me. We've both endured so much that it's just so wrong that it should end this way.

I vaguely register the laughter that comes from the ones who have brought us both to this point. The ones who have manipulated the two of us like pawns in a grossly messed up game of chess…the entire game already perfectly planned out and flawlessly executed.

I squeeze my eyes shut and drown out the sound as I pray for a miracle I know will never come to the likes of someone such as I. There is no hope for him, and most certainly no hope for me. It's only a matter of time now before this will all be over and he will be lost. And then, ironically…so will I.

After all that I've done, good or bad, right or wrong, there's no possible way that I could ever go back to the way things were before…not that I'd want to. Besides, my own demise was only moments away anyway, written in blood and forever unchangeable. That *is* the way this works after all.

You are probably wondering, just how on earth did I ever reach this point? Its pretty simple really. Everything that's happened up until now can all be easily traced back to that day….a day I will never forget. The day I picked up a Death Note…..

Curious? Should I continue? Review and let me know if you like the idea or not! -Miko