Spiritual Bond
A/N: Just wanted to write a one-shot for Sakana and Toshiro. If you haven't read This Light, the Will of the Heart, I See, you won't really get this. Since I'm home alone all afternoon, I gotta have something to do… This takes place between that fanfic and the new one I will have posted soon, Blade's of Winter's Past.
By the way, there's a humorous version of this fanfic coming out. Thanks to my friend Ria for inspiring that one xD
Disclaimer: I own none of the songs in this fanfic, nor do I own Bleach. I own Sakana, and that's pretty much it.
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He tossed.
He turned.
His brow furrowed.
Sweat dripped down his forehead.
His hands clenched around the sheets, a low cry in his throat.
His breath came in gasps.
Tears came from his eyes.
And with a scream, he awoke.
He sat up, panting heavily, brushing tears from his eyes. Ice covered the entire room, the desk, the sheets, everything.
The spot next to him felt so empty.
Ever since the war, he couldn't bear to be away from her. It was as if part himself, part of his very soul, was missing. He had nightmares every time she left, nightmares of what could happen to his partner, to his comrade, to his lover, to his best friend.
He stood on the ice-coated floor, his own breath coming out in puffs. He stood next to the window, gazing out at the starry sky. His entire body trembled from that horrible nightmare…
"Master."
He didn't turn his head; he knew who was speaking to him. He felt an icy hand on his shoulder, but the tension didn't leave his body.
"She will return safely."
How can I be sure? He thought to himself, falling to his knees, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other hand clutching the windowsill. How can I be sure she will be safe?
"You need to relax. I understand how it feels, to miss something important to you." The icy spirit said. he remained on his knees, a combination of sweat and tears dripping down his face. He knew what his eternal partner said was true; when they themselves had clashed swords, they both had felt a feeling of loss, of sadness. The icy spirit faded away, and the door opened.
"Toshiro?"
He looked up, and saw his other half, standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face. She hated to leave him; it hurt her as well…
"Sakana…"
"Toshiro, what's wr—"
He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, resting his head on hers. She leaned into his embrace, and he hugged her tightly.
"Toshiro…"
She reached into his mind, into his subconscious, and he let out a strangled whimper, his grip on her tightening. With a gasp, she withdrew, reaching up and stroking the white mess of hair that she loved so much.
"Shiro-kun… I…" She wasn't sure what to say to him. He kissed her cheek, releasing her from his grip. He laid back on the bed, staring at her. She understood, and tried to get on the bed with him, but slipped on the ice and almost fell.
"I…"
"Don't worry about it." She said, concentrating her reiatsu and melting the ice only around the bed. She lay down next to him, her head on his chest. His beating heart slowed to a form of normalcy, and he wrapped his arms around her once more.
"Promise me, that even if we get separated… Even if something happens…"
"Mmm. I promise." She said, reading his mind. He hugged her close, the icy reiatsu and fiery reiatsu combining into one.
And once again, they fell into a deep slumber, the way they were supposed to be.
The next morning, they awoke, and life continued the way it was supposed to.
Even if something happens, promise you will not let go.