Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Bleach. This story, however, is my own creation based on the character's of Bleach. Enjoy ^-^
Twisted Willow
By Pipplyn (RuneVenus)
How many days had it been without… without what? Ichigo stared at his empty room. He watched as the wind gently rustled his curtains. They swayed gently two and fro, moving away from the window and then floating elegantly back. The moonlight shone on the silver lining of the material, and it looked almost as if it were dancing. Instead of curtains, they could have been used for someone's dress, white and sheer, twirling on a dance floor. The wind blew gently again lifting the material, it hovered in mid air as if it was stuck on something. Seconds ticked away but it was suspended ever so elegantly, flowing, swaying, and pressing softly on an imaginary obstacle.
"Rukia"
Another light breeze and the curtain lifted up and fell again. How many days had it been without his Shinigami powers? Days? Or perhaps it was weeks? How pathetic he was just sitting here and staring at a curtain. Ichigo put a hand to his brow and closed his eyes. Was this empty feeling due to a loss of his powers? Or was it… He looked at the closet door. He couldn't hear her tiny breaths.
Frustrated he collapsed onto his bed. 'Close your eyes Ichigo' he said to himself. 'Close your eyes and go to sleep'. He ordered his restless mind to obey. Tomorrow was another day and he didn't regret the decision he had made. He would close his eyes, and tomorrow he would open them again, day after day, he would live and be relieved in the fact that all he loved was still here.
He turned to face the wall and slipped an arm under his pillow. The other hand falling lightly on the bed, he spread his palm and felt the softness of the sheets. He remembered her face, smiling at him slightly, warmth in her eyes and skin so soft, and soon he fell asleep.