Warnings: a bit of A.U.
Rating: T
Length: 226 words
Summary: Jail was never meant for her. He needed her.
Touch
He watches them drag her out of the cell, her body bruised with torture. The sides of his mouth slightly turn up in memory. She had not gone without a fight, and it had been a fierce one. That was just like her. But they eventually captured her. They always did.
He watches them ungraciously deposit her at his feet. She gently pulls on his shirt to raise herself up to his level; he crouches down to hers. He slowly, carefully, wraps his arms around her, as does she to him. He buries his face in her raven's wing black tresses, smudged with dirt, but still beautiful.
Their lips meet for the first time; they cling, deepening the kiss. He never wants to let her go, but he has to, eventually. She runs her fingers through his spiky, orange hair – the hair that had so captivated her since their first meeting.
Finally, they begin to pull her away. She claws at them, her shrieks of defiance echoing through the chamber. He tries to help, but is also restrained by others. He shouts with his pain, the volumes of both lovers' screams reaching the pinnacle.
"RUKIA!!" he screams at her, desperately reaching for her disappearing body.
"ICHIGO!!" she shrieks. "TASUKETE!" Her hands reach for his, and just for a moment, they touch.
And then she is gone.
End
tasukete – help me
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