Whispers of Love
~HitsuRuki Oneshot/Drabble Collection~
A/N: Hey everyone~ 'Tis Berry~
Well, I started writing some oneshots recently, so I decided to make a collection. The chapter bunny has been momentarily been overridden by the one shot bunny. Dx
Anyways, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Oh hohohoho, I dun own. I do own this plot though. xD
First Whisper: Letter
Hey. I love you.
A certain white haired teenage boy gazed subtly, yet ever-so-longingly at the girl he secretly loved. As if on cue, the lovely girl turned to him, her violet eyes brimming with mild surprise. "Hello, Hitsugaya-kun." she said with a soft lingering of a smile. He blinked nervously, and just turned his head to the side with a barely audible 'hmph.'
While most people were annoyed by his usual response, the raven head just laughed softly before turning her attention back to the chalkboard, where complicated equations were being written out.
Toushiro felt a fizzy warmth tingle in his stomach at her fleeting yet beautiful smile. I love you. I love you, Kuchiki Rukia.
He loved her, yet he was too cowardly to confess.
Not after her…
Hinamori Momo.
The name only left bitterness in his mouth. How she'd betrayed him, how she'd hurt him.
The fear of rejection was keeping him from saying his true feelings to Rukia. He often got angry at himself, being a wimp. He was Hitsugaya Toushiro! Even senior boys didn't dare anger him. He was a man, and he was supposed to be bold about these things. And he was. He spoke his opinions freely, 'shy' was not a word to describe him.
Nothing fazed him.
All but…
All but her. The delicate yet strong, fearless girl who had never treated him wrongly nor been terrified of him.
She just melted all his defenses, left him feeling like she knew every secret he had.
=Flashback=
He'd harbored these feelings since he'd met her in freshman year. He'd been alone, as usual, quietly watching from the background, feeling the stares and whispers of scared and wary students as hard as he could. His eyes had been glued onto the ground, trying to ignore the nagging loneliness he always had felt. Then, as if by some strange supernatural force, his gaze had torn upwards. Straight into the deepest pools of violet. She had been surrounded by a large group of her 'fans,' yet her attention had been drawn to him.
Wrenching himself back into focus, Hitsugaya had glared at her. What was it going to be? What was she going to say to add to the malicious whispers of the others that hurt—yes, it hurt-?
Instead, she looked him directly in the eyes—unlike the others who had always avoided them—and gently, softly, she smiled.
Surprised, the white-haired boy's azure eyes had widened, and he could have sworn his heart had stopped right there and then.
A smile…how long had it been since someone had smiled at him? Besides his grandmother who had passed away just two years ago—who had smiled genuinely at him? With no pity nor lies in their eyes, just a pure, simple smile?
And then, he felt himself falling…falling into her mesmerizing eyes, the vivid violet—
Yes, he was falling—falling for her, falling hard.
=End of Flashback=
Two years had passed, and yet he'd not been able raise the courage to confess to her. But suddenly, as he watched her smile and laugh brightly, her eyes shining, he realized that it was time.
Somehow he'd found the power in himself.
Toushiro closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling his emotions for her swirl and swirl inside him.
"-sugaya-kun? Hitsugaya-kun?" a faint voice called.
"Hm?" his eyes snapped open, only to find Rukia in front of him, starting at none other than him. "Err, what do you need, Kuchiki?" he asked, startled. He noticed all the students were gone.
She smiled. "Class has already ended. Spacing out, were you?" she laughed, but it was a nice kind of laugh.
The very laugh that brought him to life time and time again, when his world seemed gone.
He chuckled a little. "I guess I was. Thanks, Kuchiki." He stood and put away his notebooks away. "End of school already, eh?"
Rukia hesitated, and said quickly, "Uhm, Hitsugaya-kun could you meet me in front of the café across the street in ten minutes? I…I have something to give you." Her tone wavered in the beginning, but it steadied and at the end of her words, she sounded determined, almost.
Hitsugaya blinked, in surprise, but he replied simply, "Of course."
"Ah, okay…see you then…" Rukia gave him one last smile before leaving the classroom, and she looked—her eyes were happy.
Hitsugaya stood there, unmoving, for minutes before he slowly broke into a grin. He felt so happy he could burst.
How perfect. He could confess to her. He felt hope bubbling in his heart, something he only got around her.
He retrieved his things from locker, noting that he should leave now. But as soon as he left the building, he heard something that made his blood run cold; sirens. It was off-campus, but near.
The wail of ambulances, the murmurs of the crowds. He felt his gut twist uneasily, but whether it was his stomach or his heart, he couldn't tell.
Then he was running, running, for he knew where the ambulances were.
No…no…Please don't let it be…please don't let it be her!
His plea was repeated over and over, a prayer, a chant. But when he got there, breathing heavily and his hair tumbled, he took one look at the layout and froze.
No…
There she was. Being lifted into a carrier, her face paler than ever.
No!
Then he was running to her, his lungs screaming and his head too, just one word, just name, just one sound that was the most important thing to him.
Rukia. Rukia. Rukia. Rukia….
Her name beat unmercifully in his head, turning into a silent scream.
When he reached her, the doctors yelled at him to get out of the way, but he clung to the stretcher until they were forced to put it down. He took one look and he knew the truth; she was dead. No…no no no no no no no no… This can't be happening.
His heart was being torn in two…slowly, agonizingly. He sank to his knees, onto the hard asphalt.
'A car accident…she…drunk driver…' the crowd murmured.
Shut up! He just wanted them to shut up. Shut the hell up!
He squeezed her cooling hand, then he noticed that, even though dead, she was still clutching to something tightly in her fingers. He gently parted her fingers, and saw it; A letter.
With shaking hands he opened the envelope, painfully noticing his name written neatly on the flap along with a picture of a Chappy bunny. Inside was a folded letter, and he slipped it out and unfolded it.
With a single look he could see her writing this, pondering what to write; for he could see faint traces of erased phrases.
And he felt the tears falling, falling, as he read the only words on the prettily-colored paper—handmade by her.
The paper shook violently in his fingers and drops of hot tears fell onto the painted page, splotching the delicate watercolor.
One, two. Teardrops fell onto her upturned face, pale as fresh snow.
"R-Rukia….Rukia…" the words wrenched out from his bleeding heart as he clung desperately to her cold hand, as if he could bring her back by warming her. "Rukia! Rukia!" his eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling out, the letter held tightly in the other hand—his cries escalating to raw screams of her name.
He doubles over, bending over her still form until his head is on her quiet chest, the letter on her stomach, still clutched in his hand. Never to beat again.
His tears soak her white school uniform, and he feels the iciness of her flesh. Gone. Gone. She was gone, the light of his world…
The words on her letter—the last words ever directed to him—echoes and echoes in his head, and he chokes out the same words to her, tears falling endlessly.
Three words, eight letters
They were written in her small and delicate handwriting, in the very center of the paper. One sentence, yet they held the heaviest meaning among all.
It was written there, those words:
"I love you."
A/N: I'm so…depressed now. I like, hate myself for writing this D8
Even though I actually like this story.
I wonder if this was sad enough to make some of you cry? Let me know. Clickey-clickey the green button down there and tell me what you felt.
I promise, promise, promise that not all of my following one-shots are gonna be tragedy-based! I promise! Dx So don't abandon me, 'kays?
I'll update when the bunny hits me again. ;3
Love you all,
Berry~