I will never forget the way she looked at me
My school had an exam earlier this month and this came out as one for the titles you had to choose to write a composition on. The moment I saw this, I went, ICHIRUKI! Since I hardly made drafts about IR fics, I thought this would be perfect :D Enjoy this oneshot~
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Question 2
Write a composition of about 350 words on one of the following topics:
(a) Write a story starting with these words:
'I will never forget the way she looked at me...'
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I will never forget the way she looked at me. For a split moment, her violet eyes told me of depthless sorrow, pain, loneliness and suffering, her gaze holding my brown eyes steady, even though she was near to dying. Even as her breath came in ragged gasps, she held the sword steady, though it may or may not have been to do with me, for I was tightly holding the hilt and hand guard.
The monstrosity would not be held at bay long. Although as I stood there hesitating, it felt as though time had stopped. I couldn't make sense of the emotions being wordlessly channeled from her to me. We were both pretty much willing to die, if it went wrong. It was better than not trying.
She actually smiled telling me her name. "Kuchiki Rukia" rolled off her tongue so easily, although I was a complete stranger and for whom she sacrificed herself. I couldn't help but smirk, perhaps smugly, at that. I told her my name as well, "Kurosaki Ichigo". It was then I plunged the sword into my heart. Our meeting was the catalyst of every event that came after.
The memory of her teary-eyed still cuts me. This was a girl who was strong enough to weather, what, a century or two of suffering? How could I not despair when the rain fell, as though the sky cried for me at her departure? She told me to stay out. "Don't rescue me," she said. Only a fool would follow her instructions. I was no fool.
As expected, she yelled at me, swore, screamed, called me names that I've heard from her so many aeons ago and when she quieted down, she still refused my 'assistance'. Still she refused, even at the brink of death. Nevertheless, I ignored her and almost managed to take her away. I had a score to settle first. My battles were for her, to plough through the ranks, just to rescue her.
There was that time I felt her fall. I stopped dead in my tracks. From a figure who could pull me from a depression, she became a fragile doll, somewhere in the hulking monolith, dying once more. I would have rushed over at once, even if all I could do was to stop the bleeding, which wouldn't help her one bit. I would be willing to go to hell and back for her, I think as I play with her hair. She changed my world after all.
419 words
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I couldn't possibly insert terms like 'reiatsu' and 'Hueco Mundo' or 'Las Noches' even. It would be kinda awkward trying to explain that to my teacher XD
Everything here is almost exactly like the original one I sent in [which, by the way, got 43/50 D] except for the word 'loneliness' which I misspelled as 'lonliness' T_T
I don't think it's very shippy, but you may think otherwise? Well, hope you enjoyed the short one-shot :