This was supposed, and was, a one-shot, until it escaped my brain and ran itself on the screen alone! Really! This story writes its own- nothing i've thought out; so do not flame xp
You might need some fluff warning, sprinkled with madness here and there. Hope i didn't mess up the In-Character :/
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. None of us do, need I remind you of the misfortune?
Forgot to forget you.
By: Farah.
I. Porologue
The rain was falling, painting dark scented streets with heavy drops.
A two-bunned blonde lay at the windowsill, staring at the street ahead of the warehouse, counting the little people left out at such an hour running home for shelter. She never understood why they did; running from the storm was like running from loss- you can escape the cold of it but you can never get warm enough while it still banged and roared in every empty aspect outside your shell.
Tracing her fingertips against the inside of the glass, she traced a falling drop that soon met another and collided into it, going faster down. It was almost funny how much these well-bred clouds resembled her- they would hold in until the weight was too much to bear, and then shed their daughters over the expectant umbrellas, as much alone as it seems apparent to every set of eyes that cared enough to dig through.
But there was always a silver lining, and she would come through… just after the eyes that stared were wet enough to shed their eyes out along, indicating the sufferable loneliness we all feel, no matter how big we are, or how many who share us the same gray roof…
Snapping out of her trance, Hiyori looked over the source of her reverie, her eyes softening with a longing glint that's always been there for the digger. How could he sleep like a child, not a care in the world? While all the pillow had ever succeeded to provide her was the concern of losing him- the one thing she was afraid to lose?
The fair haired ex-captain stirred in his peaceful slumber, mumbling sleepily before turning his sprawled out body completely facing the insomniac girl.
"Baka…" the girl whispered under her breath, 'the nerve he's got to let his guard down like this' which was why she was unable to rest while he was, especially with a storm to further disturb her halfhearted slumber.
Glancing back out, Hiyori couldn't help but feel the itch that crawled up her spine. "You could bear it," it said, "go lie down like always-" -but it doesn't work anymore "-breathe the same air as him like always-" -but it's suffocating "-and hear his breathing lull you to the state of peace, like always." …but it's not like always anymore…
Why? Because Sarugaki Hiyori was no longer a child, and after experiencing her close loss of Hirako Shinji; she sharpened out her senses to be able to feel strong enough not to repeat the same heart-stopping trauma from the last time they had fought Sousuke.
Finally, after a couple more minutes of inner conflict, she gave in to her itch, dragged her feet behind her and headed to his bed.
Looking at how surrendered his expression was; she felt a pang of relief wash over her- she was there awake for him to keep an eye on his idiotic well-being. She couldn't just sleep, he would still be surrendered, to whoever the beholder of the eyes watching it wanted to do with him, and she cursed him for keeping her worried.
'Such a careless fool,' she scowled, '…but I'll always watch over you." A smile made its way across her lips, eyes casting down in a tired half-lid.
Sensing the closure of body heat, Shinji's hand reached out for hers; seeking warmth. At first she flinched away; mind almost shut down, but her newly-developed fast senses were quick to recognize his hand which she held between her fingers, stroking back and forth on his palm to create more heat to it.
Shinji smiled in his sleep for a split second, before cuddling the hand closer to his chest and over his heart. That made Hiyori smile warmly, a faint pink dusting across her freckled cheeks. And the voices started going on again,
'You know you're too tired, just give in already'
'There isn't any explicit danger right now- there hasn't been any for a long time. You can reward your eyes with a little peace.'
'Besides, it's so cold and damp out here, while these sheets look alluringly so warm and cozy…'
Eyes burning with exhaustion, Hiyori crawled into bed, sliding slowly and carefully under the blankets, and further covering hers and his bodies to the neck. 'I'll just rest my eyes' she chided in her mind, eyes drifting over, 'he will be fine; heck- he wasn't a darn captain for nothin'!''
His body was slightly colder than she expected, so she wrapped her palms around his head, drawing it intimately to her chest; giving him what warmth left inside her.
Shinji felt the increase of heat and cuddled even closer to the source, wrapping his own arms around her small waist and breathing in her warm air. Hiyori couldn't help the secure feeling that washed over her when her heartbeat rhythmed with his breathing, evening out to the point of dose-off, but not before smiling at his childish antics as she leaned her head on top of his.
'I lost you the moment I lost myself'
'I found you the moment I found myself'
A/N: So...? You know, I love reviews. I might actually marry them if they were a man, so please don't forbid me the pleasure of knowing your thouughts- whatever they are! Even if you were thinking about going to eat the pizza liftovers (bad idea) or just not thinking at all, I enjoy knowing C:
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