A/N: Can you imagine if Rukia died in Ichigo's closet? He'd be soooo screwed! How would he explain that? "Hey, Dad, there's a dead girl in my closet." And no, I have no idea why that popped into my head. Anyway, this, in my opinion, is my first angsty fic!
Something's… not right, was his first thought as soon as he woke up. He sat up in bed and looked around. His room looked completely normal, but it felt like something was missing. He thought for a moment, then shrugged and got up.
It was a Sunday, and they had stayed up late the night before fighting Hollows, so he didn't wake Rukia up, instead sitting at his desk, doing his homework. At ten, though, he got a bit worried and wondered if maybe Rukia was sick or something? He knocked softly on the closet door, waited a moment, then opened it when he heard nothing.
There was nobody there, and no sign that anyone had slept there. "Hunh, I wonder where she could be…" Fighting a tiny seed of panic deep within him, he went back to his homework. But after another hour, she still hadn't returned from… wherever she was.
He searched for her reaitsu, but there was no trace of it anywhere. The seed had now sprouted, and was growing mush too quickly for his liking. He couldn't feel her comforting presence, like a candle in a window on a cold snowy day. That was what he had felt was wrong before. Now that he had identified the problem, it was as though he had a splinter, one of those teeny invisible ones that hurt like Hell.
"Where are you… Rukia?" he said quietly, then put his hand over his mouth in shock. I almost forgot her name! What's wrong with me?
He went downstairs, where his father and sisters were playing a board game.
"Morning, Ichigo!" his father yelled, loudly and obnoxiously. "Sleep well?"
"Gods, do you ever shut UP?" he yelled, frustrated, and punched Isshin. Leaving his father crying to the girls about his bloody nose, Ichigo went outside and started running down the streets, calling her name, feeling like a fool. The seed of panic was growing into a poisonous, thorny vine that gripped his heart, icy cold.
"COME ON, TATSUKI! LET'S GO SWIMMING!" Orihime's cheerful voice reached him a millisecond before she did, running around the corner and straight into him. They collided and both fell backwards.
Tatsuki rounded the corner to see both of them sitting on the ground, rubbing their heads. Ichigo got up and offered a hand to Orihime, who blushed and got up without his help.
"You okay, Inoue-san?" he asked.
"Yes! I'm perfectly fine!" she exclaimed. He wondered shy she seemed so formal and embarrassed with him now. After rescuing Rukia, they had become closer. Speaking of which…
"Tatsuki, Inoue-san, have you guys seen Rukia?"
"Rukia? Is that the name of a dog or something?" Orihime asked.
"No! Rukia, Kuchiki Rukia, in our class, you know, short, skinny, black hair, violet eyes, flat chest, bad temper-"
"Ichigo, are you feeling all right?" Tatsuki put a hand on his forehead. "There's no Kuchiki in our class." He swore and ran off, waving goodbye to them.
A/N: Dunh dunh duuuuhhhhnnnn. What is wrong with everyone??? Guess you'll have to wait to find out. * Other Self: Sadistic author. Me: WHAT WAS THAT? Other Self: nothing*
And BTW I already finished this fic. I just haven't typed it all up yet. Sorry.