Authors Note: Wow it's been a long time since I've done anything on this account! Well here's a short drabble that I posted up on tumblr a few weeks back, but never got around to doing it here. Hope you like it, reviews/literary criticism is always appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or the characters being used, all credit goes to Kubo Tite and Viz Media. (except i did come up with the words that format the story so)
"With every moment spent wrapped up in her presence, it'd be that much harder to walk away"
AU Timeline, Post Fullbring Arc
It is springtime when she comes to visit; Rukia is stationed in Karakura for Golden Week. The higher ups figure since there will be many people in a place it'd be best to have a higher ranking shinigami watch over the town. Rukia doesn't understand why they won't let Ichigo monitor Karakura by himself. Ichigo doesn't question it, for once; he's just glad to see her. It is April twenty-ninth and they are watching the people celebrate as souls; it's a smoother process for Ichigo. He did not want Kon around his body with a festival going on. Their high reiatsu is hidden, under so much control that only each other would be able to recognize it. Rukia is standing next to him with a faint smile and the lantern lights reflecting in her eyes. Ichigo watches her from the corner of his eyes, trying to go unnoticed. He traces the curve of her lips ups to the bridge of her nose and strains to see the livelihood in her purple orbs.
"What are you staring at, fool?" Her question comes out insultingly enough. She is bored and he is just so easy to bother.
His mouth, normally set into a scowl -it's not on purpose, it's just the way his face falls- is surprisingly spread into a crooked closed-mouth smile.
"Nothing worth talking about." He retorted nonchalantly.
If there was anything Ichigo learned over the years, it was how to push Rukias' buttons. One of her eye twitches before she parts her lips to shoot back a mouthful of replies, but he's not listening. Instead, Ichigo is watching her again. The way her lips move in a slow locomotion, the dancing violet fire in her eyes, the wind blowing her hair into her face. He knows he loves her. He also knows, that with every moment spent wrapped up in her presence, it'd be that much harder to ever walk away.