I wrote this some time ago and decided to touch up on it . It's pretty short but I decided to stop it at that point and I'll try to update soon! Hope ya like it!
Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me...
Ichigo fell onto his bed exhausted. Another night of hacking down hollow after hollow was over. "Good job." The black-haired shinigami said from within the closet. "Yeah, yeah. You want another blanket in there? It's going to be cold." The orange spiky-haired teenager asked. "I'm fine but thank you for worrying." Rukia batted her eyelashes as she emerged from her residence in the closet clad in Yuzu's yellow pajamas. "I never said I was worried about you." He snapped grabbing his sleeping clothes from his dresser. As he headed towards the bathroom a very familiar and annoying beeping noise came from the closet. Ichigo groaned and Rukia retrieved the phone while slipping on her glove.
They ra-- Ichigo ran with Rukia on his back. "How far is it?" "Should be ju--" A screeching cry pummeled their eardrums and a white mask could be seen above the buildings. Dropping her lightly, the temporary death god drew his soul slayer and charged at the hollow. Rukia shivered as she watched the battle rage on.
She could feel the hollow's large spiritual power and something that caused her heart to almost stop beating. Ichigo was getting weaker and weaker by the moment. "He's too tired." The powerless shinigami thought horrified, "Soon he won't be able to hold his soul slayer."
Her mind was in such trauma she didn't notice that the hollow had been cleansed until she heard metal clanking against pavement. Rukia's eyes widened. Crimson. Crimson blood seeped around the cracks from under a black yukata mixing with the rain...
"ICHIGO!"