Cold and bare
Cold and bare.
That's how it is in the white tower.
Alone.
No one there to comfort me.
Frowning I watched the little black butterfly fly through the slight crack in the wall. Maybe the butterfly would comfort me, instead of my now-lost self pride.
Ichigo.
The word rang through my head like a one of those annoying… church bells I think he told me they were.
Again,
Him.
I could feel his hand creeping up my waist pulling me away from harm, and danger.
Always there to save everyone,
All the time.
At time's I was sick of it.
Other times I loved him for it.
I loved him.
Maybe it was true. That I loved him?
Or was it that I
Love him.
Was I still waiting for Ichigo to become my prince and sweep me off my feet and take me back to the world of the living. But then at the same time, hoping he didn't come and stay out of harm's way. Away from Renji, the captains, the assistant captains, all of the people who were there to keep me in my place, my cage. The butterfly started to fly away through the crack to return at dawn.
"Keep him safe." I whispered to the little smoky butterfly. It floated a little seeming as if it was listening to me.
"Watch him sleep. Make him sleep well."
"If he fights, don't let him lose."
"Protect him."
A small raven black butterfly landed on Ichigo's body as HanaTaru started to heal him. His eyelids started to flutter open. "Rukia…" his words faltered as the butterfly landed on his hand. "She'll be fine…." HanaTaru said whispering. "Miss. Rukia will be fine." Ichigo closed his eyes and smiled, "I know she will, but she's not so sure about me. I made a promise….. midget."
"Hang in there Strawberry." I whispered softly.
I love him… I think… no. I do. I love Ichigo Kurosaki.