Bleach Drabble #1

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He had left her there. (to die, yet again)

The tears rolled down her cheeks, merging with the ropes of rain that fell down on her. (it seemed as if the sky was crying, too)

She looked up, her violet eyes conveying more depth and emotion than her sobs ever could. She looked almost dead inside. (barely there, for he had left her once again)

She let her pallid hands fall into her lap, covered by the fabric of her human dress. Rukia half-heartedly lifted a trembling finger to rub it across the invisible hem, a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. Then, it was gone, as soon as it had came. (never there, just like him)

She tried to convince herself that it was a good thing that he was gone. It was for his own good. (she didn't care about herself, no, not at all)

The tears came harder now, becoming a river of salt water that expressed her pain. A tear dripped off her chin, falling slowly to plop down in the puddle of rain beneath her. (the cold, unforgiving rain)

Rukia looked down at the cement sidewalk that she was curled up on, then up at the bleak sky. It seemed as if the sun would never shine again. (no, not for her)

She still couldn't grasp that he had left her. Things had seemed so right with Renji, so peaceful and calm. (but it had soured, and now he was gone)

Rukia clasped her hands in her lap, chafing her cold palms with what little strength she had left. The small shinigami was a mere blot against the sidewalk, a miserable lump of watered down fabric and skin. (this was pathetic, she was pathetic)

She sat there for a while, wishing for someone to find her, someone to hug her and promise that it would be okay... (she wished, oh, did she wish)

And someone did.

"Rukia?"

She opened her eyes slowly and lifted her head from the cold pavement. "Ichigo?" Her voice trembled slightly, but she controlled it, acting as though he was the one with the tear-streaked face. (oh, it's you, yes, you)\

He walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with concern. (no, no, go away)

"Did the bastard break up with you?"

She closed her eyes and layed back down on the pavement, refusing to let the tears fall. (because it hurt)

All she did was nod, for that was all she could do. She heard a rustle of fabric and looked up, her eyes widening as she saw Ichigo lay down next to her. She turned, coming face to face with him. He was staring at the dark sky, his head propped on his elbow. "You deserve better than that bastard, you know," he said.

Rukia looked at him with confusion, wondering what her orange haired friend was trying to say. (don't say it, please don't)

"Sorry," he said, brushing a bit of hair out of the way, "I meant to say that you deserve someone like me. You deserve someone better. Someone who will care." He looked down from the sky, his eyes meeting Rukia's with a piercing glare. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly open. (no, no, no... this can't be happening)

His face seemed to get impossibly larger, until it stopped a few breaths away from her mouth. He hesitated, and Rukia closed her eyes, grabbing the back of his head to mesh her lips with his, in a joyous union.

(because this is what she wanted, this is what she needed)

A/N: My first Bleach-esque thing. Tell me if it sucks, or whatever. I tried. I'm an IchiRuki fan, though... Just haven't gotten around to posting any Bleach-related things. R+R

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