Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me.
His home, his family, friends, even the streets were not the same. And it rained.
Rukia went ... again.
Being in his room was a torture, seemed too great site, and at the same time stifling. He was so weak, he was nothing without her, an animal he was waiting for the return of her master. He was an idiot. She would not want that were so, what would think if she saw him? She is strong, brave, and probably give a few punches, useless.
It was just one night, it is a matter of getting used to. Spend time at work, it would be simpler and would have to concentrate to pay attention and save lives. Perhaps spending time with his friends, but she would not be there, and he could not bear it. His son, yes, he loved his son, but he also remembered her, because he could not help thinking that if only it were Kazui son of Rukia and his, never rain again. Dammit! Was there anything that could make him forget that woman?
He spent the day trying to bring the situation, making plans to support all with dignity. He did ... almost successful, but by nightfall it was inevitable, and dragged him like a whirlwind. Orihime called him and he wished strongly that Rukia was his wife, not her. He resigned himself to torture, the delirium of memories, and that was even more exciting: Her mouth, her hands, her inner warmth, his name on her lips. How could so live that long? Worse, how would he do from now on? How could he live without her?
She was a witch.
It sure did on purpose, there was no other explanation. Her machiavellian mind planned how to make him suffer the distance, to show new faces of pain. And it was a fact that she succeeded. He was tied to her, even trying to fight those desires that grew increasingly, it was impossible. Now he had a new enemy was himself, could not say how long he could hold without her.
Rukia, a bad girl. He thought with a smile.
Author's Note:
IchiRuki love. Ichigo is a mess without Rukia.
Sorry for the misspelling, English is not my native tongue, Romania is.