Disclaimer: don't own Bleach. AN: this is what comes of Sudafed daze and the holistic healing smell of a sandalwood cone; I'm ill! =.=) I present to you—
~Whisper~
/Catch me as I fall/
It was unspeakable, this feeling that possessed her that took a hold of her very soul. All for him, Ulquiorra Schiffer, the Cuatro Espada, her enemy. And the enemy of all those she held dear.
/Say you're here and it's all over now/
Shinigami weren't supposed to show emotion for that was considered a weakness. If her blade failed against him, she knew, as they didn't, it wouldn't be because of lack of strength. To wound him was the same as wounding herself.
/Speaking to the atmosphere/
Rukia had never loved another in the way she did him. Oh many times, others had looked upon her close friendship with Ichigo and asked it if was something more. Needless to say, both denied it vehemently. As I could ever love that baka, she thought, rolling her eyes to the stormy sky. It was going to rain. She knew she had better hurry home.
/No one's here and I fall into myself/
Droplets had just started spattering the sidewalk when she finally exited the school grounds. Scowling she tramped through the downpour, her hair flattening against her scalp. No one had waited for her. Figures. She kept walking.
/I'm frightened by what I see/
Someone was there. Mist rose from the steaming street enveloping the figure in a kind of veil, she stared ahead, hesitant to pass.
/But somehow I know that there's much more to come/
Ulquiorra. It couldn't be. The logical part of her mind refused to accept the figure in white, water streaming down his tilted up face, his ebony hair flattened by the rain, pale lids sealed over emerald orbs.
/Immobilized by my fear/
She wanted to say his name. This wasn't like her to bow down to hesitance or to taste fear like a bitter pill on her tongue. Yes…though she loved him she still feared him all the more.
/Whispered voices at my ear/
"Ulquiorra…" though her voice was soft, quiet like a whisper, she was sure he heard. Dark green eyes opened and he surveyed her quietly for a moment, though it was slight his expression of apathetic disinterest flickered for a moment and she wondered if he would kill her now.
/Death before my eyes…/
She closed her eyes not wanting to see death.
Raindrops ran down her face like tears.
She opened her eyes, he was gone.
~Fin~
A?N: Ugh. I feel miserable. It's just a pile of soggy tissues and me, ick. Thanks for reading—sniff, no flames otherwise I'll stuff my tissues up your collective noses. -.- including idiotic spammers.
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Note: Song used (Whisper) by Evanescence. Me no own the lyrics, okay?