Just a cute little one-shot I decided to write while at work. Let me know what you think.
"Ichigo...Ichigo"
A low voice roused the orange-haired teen from semi-peaceful sleep. With a grunt, he sat up and grabbed the stuffed lion by the neck.
"The hell is it, Kon? And it better be good"
Since the hand around his neck prevented any sound from escaping him, Kon just pointed towards the the slightly open closet door. With a quick flick of the wrist, Ichigo tossed the him to the side, causing him to go sailing out of the bedroom window. He didn't even register the mod soul's protests as he made his way to the closet.
When he opened the closet doors, he saw something quite unexpected. There lay a certain raven-haired Shinigami with tears streaming down her face as she fitfully slept. In all the time he'd known her, Ichigo had never witnessed Rukia crying. Not knowing what else to do, he reached out ans shook her gently as he called out to her.
"Rukia? Wake up, Rukia"
It was as this moment that she bolted upright, awake and looking around wildly. When she finally noticed Ichigo, she latched her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. All he could do was blush at first from the close contact, but he eventually began trying to sooth her by running his fingers through her silky hair. Once she'd calmed down to a manageable degree, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. He sat down with his back against his headboard as he let his hands drape over her waist.
She was grateful for the silent support he was giving, because she wasn't sure if she'd be able to give any coherent answers if he had asked questions. While she knew she'd had nightmare, she could only remember bits and pieces. The one image that stuck with her the most though, was of her with her zanpaktou stabbed through the center of Ichigo's neck, his blood covering her blade and her hands as it seeped from the wound. She shuddered as she tried to rid herself of the image, causing him to give her small frame a gentle squeeze.
They sat in silence for almost an hour before she turned around to face him. She saw concern and curiosity in his eyes when she looked at him, while he only saw a mixture of fear and regret swimming in hers. He cupped the side of her face with one of his hands, a silent plea for her to tlel him her problems so he could try and make them go away. She looked of to the side and mumbled something he didn't quite hear.
"Hm"
She looked back at him with fresh tears pooling in her eyes and lip quivering.
"I killed you...In my dream"
She closed her eyes as a single tear escaped, only to be wiped away by his thumb. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she touched two fingers lightly to his throat.
"Right here...My zanpaktou...Ichigo, I"
She was cut off as he pulled her forward by the chin and kissed her. Before she could fully comprehend what he had done, he broke away and rested his forehead against hers, his hand on the back of her head.
"I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not that easily gotten rid of. So quit imagining things, 'cause I'm not going anywhere anytime soon"
She didn't move or speak. What she had just heard was as close to a confession of feelings as she could hope to come. She decided it was her turn to shock him and leaned in for a kiss, an action he took all of two seconds to respond to. When they broke apart, they layed down and snuggled up to each other for the first of many nights of peaceful sleep.