Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
Yah, it's not the best thing you've read, I'm sure. I mostly write poetry, but this came into my mind so for about thirty minutes, I sat down and wrote real sentences with real grammar. It was hard, but I don't think the product is half-bad.
Flames just keep my feet warm but I do like constructive criticism. It helps me improve my horrible grammar skills, so if you see something, please say something. Now on to the story!!
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
Rukia's blood, it was everywhere. It was on him, the ground, and more kept pouring from the multiple wounds on her body. He was holding her, flash stepping as fast as he could to Orihime. Tears where threatening to spill as he looked over her broken body.
There where twenty hollows, all verying in strength. One of them got a lucky shot to the back of his head and when he woke up, the hollows where gone and Rukia was lying in a pool of her own blood.
You make me happy when skies are grey
Hours later, Ichigo set her in his bed mostly healed. She still had a nasty bruise from her right shoulder to her collarbone, a large cut going from her left elbow rapping around to the palm of her hand, and a small cut on the bridge of her nose. But she would live, the Chappy loving, midget Death God would live to argue with him another day.
You never know dear, how much I love you
She opened her eyes, lazily, already sensing Ichigo was nearby and she had nothing to fear. "Wipe that pathetic look off your face." She sounded a lot weaker then she would have liked for the statement, but it put a small; only she would have noticed it, smile on his lips. "Go back to sleep, midget." His eyes sparkled from the moon light coming from the window, almost giving the illusion of tears. She filed that picture of him deep within her mind. It was one of the few times he actually looked like a sixteen year old boy instead of the power loaded, hollow killer that she made him into.
She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep with the knowledge that Ichigo wouldn't let anything hurt her while she slept.
He watched her violet eyes as they disappeared behind their lids. Ichigo knew he would see those violet eyes tomorrow, and if he had anything to say about it, he would see violet for the rest of his life. A smile grew on his face at that thought, yes, his need for the color violet; her violet, was like his need for the sun. It was irreplaceable, it gave him substance, and it was his to soak up and enjoy.
So please don't take, my sunshine, away