YES. i have started my very first story!! i hope to have about 10 chapters. once again, i'm not really aiming for originality here, i just need to get some emotions off my chest. what i hope to aim through this is to show Rukia through the eyes of the three men in her life, Byakuya, Renji and Ichigo. ultimately it will be IchiRuki becomes i'm in love with that coupling and i'll try to add some fluff in if i can manage to pull it off convincingly ;)
and about reviews. reviews are LOVE. seriously, after reading the first seven reviews i had for my first one-shot when i checked last night, my face just broke into this ridiculously huge smile and i smiled all evening, heck i think i even smiled in my sleep. it was the most glorious feeling, having people reading my stuff and actually telling me they liked it. so please don't stop with the reviews, you don't know how happy you're making me!!
well anyway, here is chapter one, read and tell me what you think of it )
I Captured the Moon
When It Rains
Kuchiki Byakuya swept through the doors of his manor; elegant robes trailing behind him, filling the silence of his stride with a soft, swishing whisper. A hush fell over the street as he stepped onto the dusty pathway; for after all, Kuchiki Byakuya was a man whose mere presence commanded respect and reverence. Now subdued, the street-life continued.
Scanning the crowd for a familiar face, Byakuya spotted a wide-eyed shinigami standing nearby.
'Hanataro', he called. Quiet but authoritative; Kuchiki Byakuya didn't bark his orders like a vulgar felon. He had power and prestige, he didn't need to.
Hanataro made his way to the Captain, swerving slightly to miss a cart of fruit. His knees shook slightly in the presence of this great man but he did his best not to show it.
'Bring Kuchiki Rukia to me immediately, I have some important business to discuss with her.'
'I…I beg your pardon Kuchiki-taichou', stammered Hanataro, 'but I believe Miss Kuchiki is at this moment visiting the human world.'
For a swift moment Hanataro thought he saw a blazing emotion in the eyes of the captain. Was it fear? Sadness? A mixture of both perhaps? But no, it was gone too fast to be recognized; on once again was the impassive mask, unreadable as a brick wall.
'In that case please inform her as soon as she returns', replied Byakuya emotionlessly. He then turned and disappeared into the crowd of villagers, leaving Hanataro to ponder what important business the captain had with Miss Kuchiki…
In the human world…
A shrill bell screeched through the corridors of Karakura High, indicating the end of yet another routine school day. A plethora of pupils milled out slowly; there was no excitement in their gait, they knew that the end of one school day only meant they were closer to another one.
Standing out among these lethargic scholars due to a signature scowl and an outrageously strange hair colour was Kurosaki Ichigo: fulltime teenager, part time shinigami. The shinigami bit though, mused Ichigo, was turning out to be more like quarter-time. Since the shinigami had won the war against Aizen, the hollows seemed to be taking a bit of time-out. Ichigo liked to thing that perhaps they had began to respect and fear him, after all, it was he who destroyed Aizen in the final showdown. But he took care not to tell anyone those thoughts, especially Rukia who'd probably spend hours laughing at him for his foolishness.
'Yo Strawberry', a familiar voice sliced through his thoughts, startling him.
Well speak of the devil, there was the crazy little shinigami herself. His heart brightened at the sight of her but he did his best to hide it. Since the war, Rukia had returned to Soul Society but would often come to visit the human world. Of course he'd never admit it to anyone, but it was these visits that he lived for.
Dressed in a sleeveless yellow dress, she sat in the branches of the peach tree. Sunlight streamed through the smiling cherry blossoms and gently played upon the glossy ebony of her hair, like dancing fireworks. She wore an impish grin, slightly cocksure, eyes looking down on him with an air of teasing superiority. It annoyed the hell out of Ichigo, the way she always acted like she was better than him. But in his heart, in a place he'd never let anyone see, he knew that he could never compare himself to the beautiful person that she was.
'Hey midget', he called out as she hopped nimbly off the tree and walked towards him.
THUMP! Rukia raised a hand to whack him across the head; Ichigo attempted to dodge and failed. It was her customary greeting, Ichigo knew it was coming but he never managed to avoid it. Rukia fell into step with his stride and the two walked down the road that led to Ichigo's home.
'Had a free minute so I thought I'd drop by to make sure you haven't done anything stupid like gotten yourself killed', she said casually.
Ichigo snorted, 'I think I've been taking care of myself a lot better than you have,' He nodded towards the faint scars etched across her right arm, an act which Rukia calmly ignored. Rukia had mentioned that lately she had been receiving more dangerous tasks in Soul Society. She had told him this with a genuine smile on her face, she finally felt as if she was being appreciated, that Soul Society recognized her strengths; she was pleased to be of use. Ichigo though, couldn't help but worry.
'How's Renji doin'?' he asked, venturing into the companionable silence they had been sharing for the last three blocks.
'Well he certainly hasn't gotten any smarter. He's still the moron he always was. And he gets his ass kicked by my kidou on a regular basis.'
Ichigo laughed, but he could relate. Rukia's kidou was deadly.
Looking at her now though, deadly would be the last word anyone would use to describe her. Daintily skipping beside him, she seemed lost in her own little bubble of naivety. She had a baby doll smile plastered on her face and her eyes, two exquisite amethysts, were like the eyes of a toddler, innocently surveying the world around her.
'I like this road, it's pretty. Don'tcha think so Ichigo?'
'Whatever.'
Ichigo wanted these walks to last forever. The peace of the afternoon, the quiet comfortableness they shared, why couldn't it last forever? Ichigo knew the answer, but he hated admitting it. Because admitting it meant accepting it and Ichigo didn't want to accept it. Rukia belonged in Soul Society and he belonged in the human world. She would come and visit yes, because the friendship they shared was not one you could just throw away without a second thought. What burned Ichigo's heart and soul was that he did not have the power to make her stay.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
'Dammit', said Rukia as she looked at the screeching device wound around her wrist, 'I'm wanted in Soul Society.'
Ichigo watched as she fumbled with some buttons, attempting to stop the deafening din. Finally one orange-coloured button stopped the noise and she turned her face to words him.
'Take care, Ichigo, k?'
'Yeah, whatever Rukia. You take care too'
She nodded; then disappeared. Ichigo stared at the spot where she had been standing a few seconds ago; the faint scent of her skin still lingered in the air stubbornly refusing to leave. That was another thing that pissed Ichigo off; wherever she went, in some small way or other, she left an imprint of herself, preventing Ichigo from ever being able to forget about her.
Now, staring at where the raven-haired shinigami had been, Ichigo felt a heaviness in his heart. Whenever she left, the rain would start to fall again.
yups, there you go.
there's a lot more to come so don't be disappointed. please keep reading as i update and review!