Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. I'll say it in five different languages, but I'm sure you aren't going to read this and I don't feel like wasting time or space.
This is purely IchiRuki. I guess it could be misconstrued as otherwise, but it was intended to be IchiRuki. Sort of a drabble I wrote in oh…checks clock fifteen minutes, so pardon any mistakes or skippy-jumpy-ness. Enjoy!
Void
The mortal world is no place for her. Soul Society is no place for him. Theirs is a love caught between two realms – hope and impossibility. They understand this, and yet they cannot deny what exists. Dramatic fights ending in a protective rescue ending in fierce arguments ending in passionate kisses ending in…pure, heated sex.
Ending in regret the morning after.
Regret because he cannot – should not – touch her. Regret because she cannot – should not – have him. It is not possible for her to give herself entirely to him, and he cannot devote himself entirely to her. They are both bound by duty on one side and an ardent love on another, and they are slowly being torn to pieces because of them. She can deny it, and he can deny it, but it is there nonetheless, haunting them, watching every forbidden step they take toward one another.
Everything they see is a reminder of their love and therefore their hopelessness. Her small closet, his bed, her smile, his frown, her graceful and slim form, the scars across his body. All are testament and temptation.
But for now, in that brief pocket of time between the pure, heated sex and the morning after, they close their eyes and do not see or think of these things.
In that brief pocket of time, there is only his love for her.
And her love for him.
And that is enough.