Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Bleach: Memories of Nobody, etc. etc.
Authoress' Note: This fiction was first written for the 30 Kisses community on Livejournal. And for all those who don't know Senna, she is the main movie character from the Bleach movie Memories of Nobody. Enjoy!
So you really came back.
It wasn't unexpected; she was almost certain that he would show up again, rushing about, eyes scanning the area for her presence. He seemed the very persistent type; sticking with something until the outcome he desired surfaced, no matter how long it took, or how futile it seemed.
So, when a spot like a neon tangerine began to swim through the crowds beneath her, she was not surprised. A smile lit upon her lips, as she felt her legs move; bringing her form closer to the edge of the roof she stood upon. The orange-haired boy stopped close under her, head still darting around like a kitten following a dangling string.
She had called out to him, had brought the game of tag they'd been playing since they had met to another level once again, as he still combed the crowds below to look for her. Leaning over a balcony, she had waved at him, spoken a word, and then was gone; much like the wind that she controlled. The game they were playing was quite fun; she wondered how long it would take him to catch her, or if she would come down, and allow him to.
The thought of this prospect set a warmth in her heart, her eyes turning away from the ground below to the world at her eye level. It was beautiful—the lights of Karakura mixed against the black of the sky, as if they had been brought together by the careful stroke of some unearthly paintbrush, the faint glow reaching toward the heavens like a thousand tiny hands. The glittering silhouette of the Ferris wheel rose out of the luminescent expanse, watching over all, a guardian of the artist's masterpiece. Nothing upon the ground was as amazing as what you could see on high. In the embrace of the empyrean, everything was clear.
She wished she could show him. Show him all that she could see. Show him how it felt…the feeling of wings. The feeling of floating without binds, completely at peace. Peering down at him through the web of light strands that obscured the view of the square below, a grin spread across her face. Her arms shot out to the side; mimicking those lofty instruments of flight that, if she were a bird, could spirit her away to the place she so loved.
For a moment, she wanted to believe.
Tentatively, she placed a white sneakered foot down upon one of the thick cords of lights. The murmur of the crowds below got louder, as all eyes turned upward, focusing upon the girl suspended upon the swaying cable. She knew that he was watching, as well. Maybe, at this moment, she could, to a degree, let him experience what she felt, through her actions.
All the noise became nothing but a drone, far away in mind, as she placed her other foot down, solidly now, and began to walk. Nothing else existed to her, but the diamond-flecked landscape of Karakura, and the Ferris wheel in the distance. Serendipity set through her form, as her eyes closed. In her life, she'd never felt like this before, this kind of tranquility and clarity. Nothing of gravity could drag her soul into earthly weight when she stood here, in flight, above all.
All at once, his face flooded her mind and heart, and she felt her feet slip. The sky had held her, but now, it was time to come back to the ground.
She leaned to the side, and allowed the wind to rush up, embracing her, as she began to plummet toward the ground. Faintly, the excited screams of the people echoed like a far away song, overshadowed by the voice of the wind. As she neared the surface of the earth, the gale took her upward, letting her seemingly vanish before all eyes who watched. Even the orange-haired boy could not see her; though she suspected he knew what she had done.
But it was better if she was formless before him, for what she was about to do was even a greater risk than walking upon the cords had been. That she could easily have saved herself from. This, however, she could not.
As the wind guided her past him, she came close to him, face to face. In that breathless moment, she noticed so many things about him: the deep color of his eyes, the strength and concern that lied within them. She pushed against the wind, letting it bring her forward, feeling her lips connect lightly against his. The world stopped dead around her, and all she could see was him, feeling the warmth, the radiation of pure soul that diffused from his form, and engulfed all it touched with an inexplicable feeling that was nothing but good. She did not want to move, did not want to be taken from this spot, this second, this flash in time; but as quickly as their lips met, they parted, the girl's dance upon the wind nearing its climax. It what seemed the blink of an eye, she was upon a small stone barrier, standing behind him. The roar of the crowd became deafening, as she bowed, bringing her focus to the face she had been regarding so closely just moments before. The surprise in his face at this said more volumes than anything else could.
As she felt his hand grasp hers tightly, and her body beginning to be drug along behind him as he fled the scene, a soft, invisible smile came to her lips.
You may not remember, but I always will. And for a moment, we both had wings.