Title: A Hollow Named Ichigo
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Genre: Romance/Angst (maybe)
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki
Summary: Rukia Kuchiki was ordered to return to the human world to take down a hollow, but she did not expect that she would meet the person she dreaded and waited for to return to her life…
Author's Notes: Salutations to everyone who has opened this fan fiction! This is my first multi-chaptered story of Bleach. This story was created to celebrate my favourite bleach couple, Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki. This is about six to seven chapters long. I hope you guys enjoy this. I apologize for any misspellings, typographical errors, grammatical errors, and the like. I am not very patient proofreading. I look forward to mina-san's reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! If I did then this story would not have been fan fiction.
Rukia Kuchiki rarely felt that feeling; it was the same old brand new feeling. It was warm and comfortable yet it had that annoying and agitating stir. It brought her unexplainable happiness that accompanied an uncertain uneasiness. She really had no idea why she felt that way but she did not ask herself why. The train of thoughts flowed to her naturally. Though she become a bit taller and had grown her hair longer that it flowed down to her waist if she didn't braid it, she wore the same hamaka and kimono like that same fateful day. She even wore the same waraji and waraji-socks. Why did wore those? She had no idea.
She hovered over a familiar town she last visited more than a hundred years ago. The town was lit the same way it was back then, yet it had that different glow she could not quite describe. She paused at the same post that began rotting through time. She scanned the area like last time but more observant this time. She jumped to the same district of the town to find a hollow like she did the last time. However, she was meticulous in picking houses to walk through, but something inside her told her to pass by the home she went through a century back.
The room that was once filled with light and excitement had become empty and filled with despair. There was no more furniture or anything left in the room, or in the house for that matter. But still, she found herself observing the room with her sapphire eyes. She imagined the room in its earlier days: the bed, the desk, and a young boy walking around the room. The woman shook of her reminiscing and reminded her that she had to do her job as a shinigami lieutenant. She was sent there not to dilly-dally with her past but to exterminate hollows.
A ring from her cellphone broke into her thoughts. She took it from her pocket and checked the message. A hollow was detected fifty meters at eleven 'o clock from her position. She clasped her sword as she jumped out of the window. She noted to herself how much she missed on doing that. She landed in front of the hollow and prepared to attack.
Much like any hollow, it wore a white and had a hole below its neck. However, this one wore a white hamaka over a white kimono. Its hands were clearly similar to that of a human. Its height was even like that of a human. Rukia remembered why she was sent in the human world. Many shinigamis had already been killed by this hollow. Her captain, Ukitake Jushiro, ordered her to investigate the hollow and punish it as well. Though she did not want to do such a thing, something inside her compelled her to take the job.
"Dance" She called out her zanpaktou. She surrounded the hollow with the sash from the hilt of her sword. "Some no mai, tsukishiro" She shouted. She intended freeze everything within the circle from the ground upwards until it reaches the sky. Before she could do so the hollow had already escape the circle.
"Shinigami," the hollow chuckled. "Those little tricks won't work on me."
For a second, Rukia thought the hollow was she had been someone thinking of a while ago. She mentally slapped herself and divised a plan to eliminate the hollow. She attack it head on with her blade. To her surprise, the hollow blocked her attck and sent her flying a few feet. She attacked again. She decided to slach it on its mask. She flashstepped. It was successful to damage the hollow, but it only managed to crack its white face covering.
Her jaw dropped as the mask crumbled. Her sight trailed down to the hollow's eyes and bodily structure and most importantly, its hair. She almost fell to her knees. The hollow was a man with well-defined features. His eyes were of deep amber that somehow sought hope but engulfed by darkness. And his hair, it was burning rays of sun in the afternoon. Yes, it was orange. Rukia Kuchiki was not mistaken. She was more than sure who this hollow once was
It was none other he, Ichigo Kurosaki.
a/n: Was it boring, horrible, or worse than those? Please tell me! I appreciate review, comments, suggestions, and the like. Giving me an idea on how you liked the fic will motivate me to write better fan fictions! The next update will hopefully be on next week to next month. School's starting! 'Til then!!!