HELLO~! ive missed writing T^T
This is just a ten minute idea tht i came up with. Enjoy :3
Oh, BIG SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVENT READ THE MANGA! read at own risk lol
Disclaimer: I dnt own bleach, cuz if i did, rukia and ichigo would have made babies by now and orihime would be with ulquiorra who would be still alive damnit! o_0 . hehe...
This is it, she thought. She was going to do it. She didn't know why she was so edgy though. She was self-conscious. That had to be it.
"People would notice anyway." She mumbled as she hid behind a post. She eyed her target.
Just across the street.
She could run, or flash step right in if it made her more comfortable.
What would be her excuse if she saw someone afterwards?
Damnit. She didn't think that far ahead. But of course normal people answer their own questions.
'Uhhhhhh... I caught my hair on fire! I fell asleep while doing work by the candle.' She imagined herself saying.
Yeah right. But a good try.
She glanced left. Then right. No one she knew was around.
Perfect.
She looked around once more before she lightly jogged to her destination. She stepped inside-
"Rukia!"
Rukia froze with an annoyed expression planted on her face. She stiffly turned around to face her greeter.
"Hello Lieutenant Matsumoto." She said with gritted teeth. Damn. Her plan is ruined.
"Oh stop being so formal. You're now a lieutenant too ya know." Matsumoto said with a flip of her hair.
Oh, right. Well, this is going to be something she's going to have to get used to. "Uh, ok Rangiku."
"OOOO, you're gonna get a haircut too?" Rangiku said as she leaned on Rukia.
Rukia stambered. "Uhhhh, oooh, no I was just looking inside-wait, too?"
Rangiku looked down.
That's right. Gin Ichimaru and Rangiku had a special thing going on. She lost someone important.
Story of my life.
"Well, let's go then!" Rangiku pushed Rukia inside.
The salon was a small wooden shop, like almost every other building in the Seireitei. With only two chairs, and one occupied by-
"Oh, hello Rangiku, Rukia." It was Momo!
"Momo? I guess we all are getting haircuts!" Rangiku exclaimed.
"Really? Wow, heh..." Momo murmered.
"You can go first Rukia." Rangiku smiled. She lightly shoved her to the chair.
"O-ok." Rukia took her seat. As the tailor started to cut, she closed her eyes to get away from the present, and wander back to the past.
As memories flashed through her mind, she was reminded of how they will probably never be relived. She sighed.
"It's because of him isn't it?"
Rukia's eyes shot open. "Huh?"
"Ichigo." Rangiku said. Momo glanced over. "Momo's reason is Aizen. Mine is Gin. Your's is Ichigo, isn't it?"
Rukia lost her breath.
Yes, yes it is.
More memories flashed like fireworks. Coming and going.
Their first meeting.
When she left to the Soul Society.
When he saved her.
When she decided to stay.
And more until she was lost from his sight...
"No. It's not." Rukia stated.
"Oh, well the tear tells me otherwise Rukia." Rangiku smiled gently.
Rukia was shocked! A tear?
She sniffled. "Well, then I guess it is, huh?" Rukia smiled.
After a while Rukia, Momo, and Rangiku all had their hair finished and short.
Rukia was content on her hair. And her life. She was a lieutenant. She was stronger. But one thing was missing.
Ichigo...
Please review peeps!
Sorry for any spelling errors, not everyone is perfect. Except Ichigo *drools* oh! haha
hope you liked it tho! :D