Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any characters. (cry)

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This is actually my first Bleach fan fic and so I'm not very sure what to think about it...

AND: Since English is not my first language (by the way it's German ;)) this is supposed to contain mistakes even if my English exchange student read and corrected it... If someone want to correct my writings please tell me, I would be totally glad.

This is a birthday present for my dear friend Knuffelchen! hug kiss

Now please enjoy:)

Cry For Help

The faint light of the streetlamp shines through the half opened window and draws long, dark shadows on floor and walls. Not even the bulb is turned on and due to that the black shapes appear to be changed into all devouring monsters. In every corner lurks the darkness and want to eat everything, devour everything, not letting anybody go.

Someone is crying...

I hear it very clearly, even if it's quiet, a suppressed sob. It melts with the darkness, impossible to miss it. Tears up my soul, breakes my heart. And I can't do anything to make it stop. Everything I can do is hating myself for my inactivity. I detest this "something" inside me, that hinders me from comforting her.

Kuchiki Rukia is crying...

There are just a few steps which are seperating me from her and actually I just want to bridge this distance, dry the tears. She tries not showing it to anybody, to suffer in silence. She surely never forgave me, if she knew, that I know it... that she's crying. But nevertheless I can't do anything different, because the desire is too strong.

The wish for comfort...

I stand up slowly and sneak through the room. With every footstep the planks creak low under my feet, she must have already noticed that I'm here. Or doesn't she notice it under all those tears?

Tears in the darkness...

I stop in front of the door and I hesitate, This something inside me keeps me from opening the closet. Why? Because I'm scared of what's behind? Rukia is always intelligent and strong, perhaps that is why I don't understand why she's crying.

Those who are crying are weak...

Is that really true? Doesn't it take more greatness to show your feelings? That means trust... and trusting somebody is hard. It means facing the challenges and not running away. To go through everything and open yourself to others.

Those who are crying are strong...

I stay motionless in front of the closet, not able to force myself to do something, allthough I really would like to. Right behind this door is Kuchiki Rukia and she's crying, that's what makes me hesitate. I'd like to help her but I do not even know whether she wants help, my help.

Afraid of hatred...

After minutes, maybe hours, of hesitating accompanied by her low sobs I bring myself to do what I really want to do. I open the door. Rukia is slowly turning to me and looks at me. I've never seen her like this before. She looks full of confusion, desperation and something like... loneliness.

Feelings, impossible to oppose them...

She knels in front of me, her hands clenched to fists, her face turned to me, her moist eyes focused on me. Her face is wet from the tears, she bites her lower lip and turns away. Maybe I was really right and now she can't bear looking at me, so she's looking away mute full of effort, numb staring at the gloom, when another silent teardrop runs down her cheek. I just can't do anything different.

Feelings, impossible to resist...

Without thinking I take her by her shoulders and pull her to me. My arms gently keeping her I hold her calm and instead of pushing me away she rests her head down on my shoulder. The lamplight outside flickers when she slowly begins to cry. Kuchiki Rukia cries lying in my embrace. Her clenched hands at my back gradually relax and her breathing becomes normal.

Help, you're yearning for...

Finally I dare looking at her face. The tears begin already to dry when she opens her dark eyes and looks at me directly, like she could see to the bottom of my soul, like she knew all my secrets, like she knew me better than everyone else.

That thing called 'love'...

Her facial expression brightens and she looks like she is smiling to herself. She doesn't seem to want to be alone and I don't want to leave her alone so I pull her closer to me. Almost carefully she replies to my embrace, I don' t want to give up on her, not today and never. I'm almost afraid to lose her.

Never let each other go again...

Gently I pick her up and I carry her to my bed, she doesn't fightme, she just lays her arms around my neck and sighs softly. When I set her down she crawls under the covers, still smiling to herself. I follow her and when she snuggles up to me I eventually ask her.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because I just thought, that I love you, Kurosaki Ichigo."

Owari

So what you think? And if anyone want to read the German version please tell me.

Please review. Thanks. -