I do not own Bleach, no matter how hard I tried to steal them ALL.
believe me, that Tite-dude got quite a firm grip on them, however,
I do enjoy writing stories about them, even though they're not "great.
Hopefully you weird people out there will enjoy it somewhat :3
It had been about 6 months since Ichigo saw Rukia. He could still remember their mutual
gratitude as he left Soul Society, leaving her behind. Leaving her behind? She belonged there,
he knew that. But... in a way, it felt as if something was missing when she wasn't around.
He and his 'friends' had all agreed not to speak of Rukia and try to put her in the past.
But he could tell everyday at school that Rukia was on their minds most of the time.
"Kurosaki-kun!" a cheerful Orihime came running up towards Ichigo,
her schoolbag hanging on her keft shoulder and Tatsuki following right behind her,
looking at the birds in the sky. "Aren't you excited?" The sparkles in her eyes would not go unnoticed.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, of course." Ichigo had almost forgotten.
This morning when he got out of bed, he did what he always did before going to school,
get up, get dressed, get cleaned up, checking his closet just in case.
but today was gradation day! How could it have slipped his mind? He took a sip out of his juice pack.
"He probably forgot" Tatsuki said mockingly, a straw hanging out of her mouth,
making her look more gleeful than ever.
"Ah yes... I made this outfit especially for the graduation day" a voice said behind Ichigo.
There stood Ishida. Dressed in what seemed to be a white J-rock coat with a big black cross
on the back and the front. "Heh..." his smile gleamed.
The others were in utter horror.
"Yo..." Chad came up behind Ishida, covering his outrageous suit in the shadow.
"Ichigooo! Inoueee! Arizawaaa!" Keigo popped up behind Chad, trying to hug them all,
got hit by Ichigo in the head and failed perfectly. Mizuiiro shook his head.
"I think I'll just go home..." Ichigo couldn't see the point of staying just because
it was graduation day, nothing special would happen anyways.
"Kurosaki-kun, come on..." Orihime had started running after Ichigo,
but bumped into him and fell over as he had stopped in his track all of a sudden.
"Kurosaki..." Orihime's eyes widened. In front of them all stood a short, shadowy figure in a kimono.
Her black hair glistening in the sun.
Ichigo dropped the juice pack he was carrying. "Rukia..."
That's it! I don't know wether to continue on this story or not,
I want to continue it, but I want to know if you like it FIRST
Sprry for the crappy english, I'm from Sweden, and I'm a polarbear
(swear to the gods!) I'll try to improve it somewhat cough
So... please review it if you want a continuation,
or if you just think it's crap and that I should start something else :3