Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Dreamer
Prompt: Moonlight
A/N: For darkmagic_luvr on LJ. Set after the time-skip.
There was no longer pain, for the passing days had diluted it until it had became nothing but a dull, numbing ache. Uncomfortable, but completely bearable. The dreams and visions, too, had vanished, finally giving him a bit of closure and a path back to a relatively normal lifestyle. He didn't think about those days nearly as often as he used to, what with being so distracted by maintaining grades and chasing Hollows down.
She would cross his mind every now and again, but he hadn't seen her in over a year, and probably wouldn't anytime soon. Even if that small wish were to be granted, it would only be long enough for a greeting. At least, that's what the dreams had shown him.
Although they had faded months ago, he still remembered them well, for they were always the same: He would wake up to the sight of heavy moonlight pouring down through his window, only to be swallowed up by white clouds against the darkened canvas of sky. He would dress and leave, climbing out the window the way he always did when he wanted to get away during the night. The streets were dark, smothered by shadows and shades of gray, but there was always a strange warmth there as well.
Images would flash through his head, urging him to find the bridge that crossed the river, as he did each weekend he went downtown. The streetlamps buzzed as if they were right beside him, spewing their varicolored spotlights down upon the sidewalks, revealing the fireflies playing through the mass of colors. Abruptly, he would find himself on the rusting bridge, staring down into the cold river water below, counting the golden koi fish that had miraculously appeared.
Then, she would be there beside him as he would allow the gentle current to sweep across his hand, draining away the warmth of the night. There would be silence between them, and the golden glare of the sun would appear out of nowhere, making the plants around them look like they were burning. And, almost as swiftly as she'd come, she would be gone, and he would be staring into the morning light from his room, hand thrown over his eyes.
When he thought of how the dreams had so suddenly abandoned him, the ache would grow, spreading through his muscles and limbs, sucking away all the happy little moments that made life worthwhile. His had become a miserable existence, one that was almost impossible to carry on. The only thing that kept him going was the hope that she'd someday show.
If anything, he was just a hopeless dreamer, waiting for luck to cast its gaze upon him.
I was commissioned to write this by a friend on LJ (for said friend's friend). I thought it would be harder to write this (as this is only my second U/N fic), but it wasn't, and I enjoyed it.