Author's Note: Finally! A new mini-story for all you RxI fans. :
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach.
Look to the Sky
By: Anna, FirstxKiss
It was the month of December, soft, white snow fell to the ground in a dancing motion. It was your typical winter. The streets were filled with citizens doing their last-minute Christmas shopping; every one of them running around frantically with a handful of shopping bags, slipping and sliding along the way.
But at the Kurosaki residence, our favourite (not to mention oblivious to the world) raven-haired Shinigami sat on the ground sighing every two minutes.
I wonder where he could be…
"I'm home!"
…Nevermind.
"Where have you been, Ichigo?", Rukia asked with an upset tone.
The orange-haired teenager ignored the question and looked through his bag.
"You fool, I asked you a question!"
"Come.", said Ichigo simply.
He grabbed her hand and attempted to pull her outside.
"W-wait! My sweater!"
"Not now, Rukia."
What the hell is wrong with him…
"Ichigo Kurosaki! What is wrong with you?! You drag me out here without any form of clothing to protect me from this season you call winter.", exclaimed Rukia.
He turned around to look at her. She looked like she was about to turn into a human popsicle but those eyes…
They make me get all warm and heated up inside.
"Kurosaki, why did you bring me out here?"
Ichigo snapped out of his thoughts and came back to a dark set of eyes beaming right back at him; below him, of course due to the height difference between them.
"Look to the sky, Rukia."
The raven-haired Shinigami turned her head towards the sky, her hair brushing lightly against his arm. Suddenly, a snowflake gently danced its way on to Rukia's nose. She jumped back slightly due to the coolness of the snow and tingling feeling it made when it melted.
"…W-what is that?"
"It's called snow. Snow equals winter, the season you despise due to the below-zero temperatures. Winter equals Christmas, the holiday of giving."
The death goddess was at a lost for words.
"I-ichigo…", said Rukia, her breath coming out in small gasps.
Out of the blue, the orange-haired teen leaned in for a light kiss which turned her lips from frozen to the core, to a rage of heat that tingled.
They parted and were close enough to make the tip of their noses touch; with Ichigo having to bend a bit down.
I guess Christmas really is the holiday of giving…
Thanks so much for all the reviews for the Bleach drabble. I really appreciate it. Plus, today's my birthday! I hope this one will be as successful or even better than my last update! Thanks a lot readers. You guys are what keep me here. :
Much love,
Anna.