THE SINS OF MY BELOVED
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Chapter 1
RUKIA
She wasn't sure how exactly it had happened. 'Well that's not entirely true is it,' thought Rukia morbidly. She had started it all when she turned him into a shinigami that night. Since then they had fought together in numerous battles against countless enemies. They had fought for their lives together and he had fought for her. She had been naive to believe it would last forever.
Nothing lasts forever.
'No!' Grumbled Ichigo angrily, running his fingers through his shockingly orange hair. He had become fidgety, his body becoming tenser the longer they talked. At the time she never could have comprehended these types of emotions, not in Ichigo. She would understand soon.
'What do you mean, no,' Rukia shouted in response a bit too loudly. It had shocked her a little, to hear herself yelling at Ichigo. Not so long ago they had shared this very room and she would look forward to her late night discussions with Ichigo. Seeing him had made her heart flutter a bit even if she would never admit it. Even his mere presence had a calming effect on her.
He wasn't looking at her anymore.
He didn't look at her much anymore.
The sound of his voice brought her out of her thoughts; it had lost some of the anger,
'You can tell Urahara that he can use his own body to test his new modified souls. I'm not a lab rat you know,' he rubbed at his neck, his gaze fixed just over her left shoulder.
'Another new habit,' noted Rukia. Developed over the last few months as Urahara had had both herself and Ichigo participating in any number of increasingly questionable and dangerous experiments, many of which they had been unaware of up until Urahara would appear grinning and end the experiment. As she remembered the last of Urahara's experiments Rukia shivered, feeling Ichigo's severe gaze fall on her. He wasn't looking out the window or above her left shoulder, he was looking at her.
It was making her nervous.
Rukia looked up at Ichigo, his finger pointed at her,
'I'm surprised you've agreed to this considering what happened last time,' Ichigo replied with a smirk. His comment hit her hard, Rukia's face reddened with embarrassment. She rubbed her lower back subconsciously at the terrible memory.
Figuring he would never give in she stood up abruptly, knocking his hand to the side she flashed him a dark look. She strode quickly to the door, slamming it open; she stalked through towards her room, her skin prickling with anger when she heard the roar of laughter drifting from Ichigo's room.
The last few months had been bad,
'near intolerable is more like it,' she thought bitterly.
Ever since their fight with Aizen and the Arrancar in Hueco Mundo things had steadily been getting worse. She and Ichigo had fought all the time about everything in the past but still remained as close as ever. Now the only time he ever even looked at her let alone said a word to her was when they were discussing their duties as a shinigami. Now even those conversations were filled with cruel words. She flicked the light on in her room, crossed the room quickly dropping heavily onto her bed. She was unaccustomed to all the emotions related to being around humans let alone being human.
She turned to lie on her side so that she could face the window.
'It wasn't supposed to be like this. What's his problem? What did I do?' She asked herself.
She felt sick all the time. A small part of her still wanted to beg for forgiveness from Ichigo for whatever it was that she had done. She quickly pushed that thought aside. She pushed all the thoughts and feelings associated with Ichigo into the deepest part of her mind determined to lock them away forever.