Wings of Fate

Summary: Yamamoto saw Rukia three times after her death and each time she was there to pull him back.

Warnings: none, well spoilers from the future arc (but I think that everyone that follows this story is at least that far.). Also this story is based on the alternate ending from "A Matter of the Heart".

This is my attempt to edit this story.

Heavy Rain

Rainy nights are always unforgiving, especially to those that are soaking wet. However Yamamoto Takeshi doesn't care of any of this, he stopped caring about anything. He lost everything to the Milliefiore. The two things that kept him going all these years were gone. His father was murdered by them. But he couldn't blame them, it was all his fault.

Yamamoto learned early on that in the mafia, people were unforgiving. After Rukia's death he decided to focus on the future but no matter where he turned he would only find sadness. The two people that gave him comfort during his most vulnerable times were dead. The Milliefiore were going after him, and his father paid the price.

He could still remember blood everywhere. The state his old man was in, he couldn't recognize the man's face. His father's face was so disfigured that it was only because of the man's clothes that Yamamoto could recognize him. There was a message in blood left by then and a something on the floor that made Yamamoto want to vomit. The note said:

We were looking for you Yamamoto Takeshi,

We wanted to get info from your father but, alas he was uncooperative. The man was so serious and silent. So we took out his tongue since he didn't want to use it.

-love the Milliefiore

There on the floor was the piece of flesh that belonged to his father. After that Yamamoto only remembered burning the building in his traces on insanity. Everything he came to love was burning front of his eyes. The building where he grew up was in ablaze. His childhood home; where all his precious memories were turned to ashes.

After his father died Yamamoto focused on protecting his friends. They were his only family left. So when Tsuna told Gokudera and him about the meeting with the Milliefiore's boss it caused Yamamoto to go on full alert. He and Gokudera tried to convince him to at least take one of them into the meeting but Tsuna refused.

And so here he was, he failed to protect everyone. The three people who were close to him had died and moved on without him. So what was keeping him from doing the same? Gokudera can run the family by himself and Ichigo was helping him, so they'll be alright. So there was no other way, all his emotions, his common sense, his heart, just shut down in that time length. All his thoughts went to the happier times with his father and Rukia.

Now all that was left were his memories.

So now, Yamamoto found himself on top of a large apartment building looking down on the cold black street. The rain pummeling down, hitting his skin as hard a hail; he let all his grim thoughts go. Maybe he would find them again in another life, a second chance at living a peaceful life. He lost his Beloved, his father and one of his best friends. He felt was if all the things that he held dearly were slowly drifting away.

'Maybe I might live with both my parents, maybe I could become a baseball star, and maybe…' Yamamoto thought once more. 'Maybe I could marry Rukia in my next life.'

There was nothing left in him but to make the jump. He would let the generations of the sword style die with him. He felt bad for leaving Gokudera and Ichigo alone in this mess but he felt so tired of fighting. He fought against his inner sadness and lost. He could no longer hear Shirayuki's words. He was all alone, but in a few minutes that will change.

Without taking a second thought he stepped on the edge of the building. There was no Tsuna to talk him out of it. There was no Rukia to catch him when he fell again.

"Who do you think you're leaving behind? Your parents and your friends!"

He didn't have his father to worry about, because he was gone too. Yamamoto leaned forward and let the wind and gravity do the work. He will finally free himself from all that pain that was held his heart tightly. Even the sound of the harsh wind was comforting, now all he had to do is to wait for death to come.

But it never came.

Yamamoto felt a warm hand hold his own. How was that possible? He was falling from an incredible height. There was no way that someone could catch him. And the fact that this hand is so thin and feels and so fragile, so it seemed improbable that this person could hold on to him. He opened his eyes, only to find himself on the verge of tears.

"Hey there Takeshi."

In front of him was his beloved, Rukia Kuchiki. She looked about the same age as him; her hair was longer with split ends on the strand that was on her face. She had on a white kimono with long, flowing sleeves. However the thing that Yamamoto missed the most was her eyes, those eyes that glow no matter where she was. She would be the same age as him if she was still alive.

"You've grown." Was his first response.

"So I've noticed."

"Am I dead?" he asked.

Rukia shook her head as a response. Yamamoto didn't understand what was going on. If he wasn't dead then why was Rukia floating in front of him? He could see nothing behind Rukia, only a white background. Maybe this was a joke and he really was dead. However he never got to finish his train of thought due to a sharp pain of his cheek. He looked up and saw Rukia with her arm up.

"What the hell are you doing you idiot!"

"Why did you slap me?" Yamamoto asked, keeping his voice in check.

"Why did you jump? Why did you try to kill yourself again?"

Yamamoto felt frustrated with everything. Didn't he have the choice to live on? Was that also taken away from him?

"What do you care, you left here all alone." Yamamoto's hands clenched tight into a fist, "You gave away your life to save mine and for what? To leave me the burden of remembering you, I am the only one who remembers you."

"I never ask for you to remember!" Rukia turned away. "You were supposed to forget me like everyone else."

"I couldn't."

Rukia turned back and wrapped her arms around Yamamoto. She leaned up to kiss him. Yamamoto instinctively closed his eyes and let his senses enjoy that kiss. Those soft lips that he always took for granted. Now that he has a chance to feel her lips he was going to enjoy every second of it. He left out a soft whine when they pulled apart. He missed those soft, tender kisses.

"I am so happy that you didn't forget me but it has hurt you more that I could ever imagine."

"I never want to forget you; you took my heart when you died." Yamamoto felt the soft feathers on his skin. "I always had thoughts of joining you. I just never had the guts to do it, until now."

Rukia let out a heavy sigh, "Takeshi I know that things have been so difficult for you but please bear with it for a little longer." Rukia spread her wings, "I promise that a miracle will soon come to your rescue."

"Wait you're leaving already?" Yamamoto panicked; he didn't want her to go yet. "Can't you stay with me a little longer?"

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Remember that I will always be watching over you."

Rukia's voice was the last thing Yamamoto remembered before it all turned to white.

x-x

Yamamoto opened his eyes, only to find himself back in his own room inside the base. How did he get here? Yamamoto jumped out of bed with nothing but his boxers on. He went to his closet to pull out a clean pair of pants and a shirt. Once he put his clothes on he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Come in," he answered.

The door opened and Ichigo entered the room, the scowl on his face told Yamamoto that he was in trouble.

"I am only going to say this once." Ichigo started, desperately trying to keep his temper in check. "The next time you want to drink yourself stupid, do it here so I know you're safe."

"I didn't get drunk!"

"Don't lie to me, the woman on the phone told me you were!" he snarled.

"What woman?"

Ichigo landed on his bed after another crazy day with the family or what was left of it. Without the other guardians it was too much for him, as far as he knows all the guardians are still alive and counted for. Now it would be great if they started to show up so they could plan a plan of attack or something. With Tsuna gone it was up to them to pick up the pieces.

What was worse is that he hadn't heard from the Kuchiki family anymore. Last time he heard they were under attack by the Milliefiore. He just hoped that everyone got out of there safely. His mind started to drift away when he heard his cell phone ring. Ichigo tried to ignore the constant buzzing but in whoever was on the phone was persistent.

"What do you want!" Ichigo answered rudely.

"Can you come and get your friend? He is out passed out drunk on the ground in the rain." A female voice was on the other line.

"Who is this and how did you get this number?"

"I am using his cell phone you idiot." The person on the other side paused for a minute. "Please come and get Takeshi before he gets sick."

"You still haven't told me your name?"

"Let's just say I am a distant friend Ichigo."

The line went dead before Ichigo could ask anything else.

"So you were the one who took all my clothes off?" Yamamoto asked.

"You were fucking soaked to the bone, I had no choice." Ichigo simply answered. "Besides we're men after all. There is nothing you have that I don't."

"This just got awkward."

"Shut up! Get your mind out of the fucking gutter." Ichigo's eye was visibly twitching.

Yamamoto let out a small chuckle when he noticed a white feather on the nightstand. Walking over the nightstand he picked up the feather and examined it. Ichigo let out a heavy sigh before he continued.

"You had that in your hand; honestly I had to pull your fingers apart to take it away from you."

'So that wasn't a dream and I did jump.' Yamamoto thought.

"It's a strange feather; it's not from any bird that I have seen before."

"I'll keep believing, Rukia." Yamamoto muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just received a wakeup call not too long ago."

"Yeah, well you are going to receive another in a few minutes with Gokudera."

"Damn it."

He will believe in Rukia's word and keep hoping for a miracle. And maybe one day when he dies and moves on he might see her again.

Heavy Rain end

This was something that was on my mind lately, so I had to let it out. There are two more chapter after this but I'll write them when I have time.

Please review if you can.