Author's Note: I'm BAAAACCCKK! Hehe sorry for not writing any new stories lately I've been lazy as hell and 8th grade's got me standing on the edge of insanity -_-' Anyways, I'm trying to start a new ichiruki story, prepare for a lot of chapters ^^ Maybe I'll put a Lemon or Lime, I dunno, I just love Ichiruki that much XD.
Forgotten
Prologue: Fresh Scars
The years weren't good to them, neither of them actually. It seemed like hope was deteriorating away faster than anyone could ever imagine. Ichigo was worse off actually. It came to a point where he could stand it anymore, so he went looking for her, searching relentlessly into the hours of the night after work until his friends and comrades came to a conclusion that he was slowly falling deeper into insanity. Falling over the edge was inevitable.
Ever since she disappeared out of his life… he felt so empty. Like a gaping hole had been ripped out of him. Human life started to become uninteresting, dull, lifeless. And even though he absolutely knew that two worlds kept them apart, he still couldn't seem to let go of her. The way she kicked his ass, the spiteful arguments they used to have, the way he would always soften his rock-hard exterior just for her, and only her… He couldn't let go. The grip he had on her was iron, a permanent one. Three damned years were killing him. Three meaningless years.
Rukia on the other hand, as always, buried her emotions in front of everyone. Even to herself sometimes. She remained cold and relatively emotionless in the sereitei. But nearly everyone noticed her sudden detachment from feeling. She barely talked, barely ate, and she slept for three hours at most. She was being compared to Byakuya. But it's not like she didn't think of him, hell, if anything, he was in her head constantly. Sometimes she would have nightmares at night and end up screaming for him at four in the morning. Rukia would even hear his voice during work, only to be a rustle from the breeze of the shuffling of her own sandals on her wooden floors.
Ichigo was now twenty-five, a successful doctor, owned a house, and a nice car too. Rukia had been promoted to squad thirteen's lieutenant, which Byakuya had miraculously approved of. Both were successful, prosperous, but the memory of their past relationship lingered in their heads, daunting, raw, and cutting. Their paths had once been shared, but only to be torn apart from eachother.
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Rukia sat by the koi pond staring up at the full moon, violet eyes narrowed in thought. No one was up; no one ever was at this time. She tore her gaze from the softly glowing orb and looked at her left hand. The second finger. The memory of a ring was still fresh in her head. The bitter answer of "no" still ghosted her lips… and the feeling of regret had never left her heart.
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Author's Note: Cliff hanger eh? Ok well, not really XD REVIEEEEWWWWWW! Lol more chapters to come, I promise ^^ If not, well you can hit me over the head with Yamamoto's cane…
