Title: Snow-white Usagi-san

Rated: T

Chapter: 0 of ??

Summary: It was all going great until Ichigo started having these emotion filled dreams. Though, finally, when he realizes they're premonitions, he's keeping his eyes out for the future, and only wondering if he could actually change it.

Pairing(s): IchiRuki, IshiOri, HitsuHina

Disclaimer: Seriously don't own!

Beta: TheNonExistantOne (Migoto)

A/N: My first Bleach fic! Just wow! I feel happy! Please read and review. Oh, and this story was inspired by Good Day and Breathe, by: Angels and Airwaves. I love those guys!

Snow-white Usagi-san

-Zero-

The night breeze blew her pale pink dress with it, making her hair calmly move, as well. Her violet eyes stared upward; up at the full silver moon, and a small smile formed on her pale, yet rosy lips as she felt the wind move around her. She loved the night; when it was quiet. So peaceful--majestic to be in another world of beautiful darkness.

The slightly damp grass brushed against her bare feet as she slowly walked through it, making her feel relaxed, yet cold at the same time. She continued to walk and stared at the moon until she stopped, noticing a figure by the river that she was walking toward.

Her pace started again, but quickened when she was close enough to recognize who was standing near the water. She relaxed, no longer confused, when she recognized the figure.

Slowly walking up behind him, she watched how the moonlight shined through his orange hair. Just remembering her fingers curling in the orange locks made her smile softly.

Gently wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head against his back, since she was so short to him. His form lightly tensed before he relaxed, realizing it was her.

"Hi," he said softly to her.

"Hi," she mumbled back, breathing in his scent through his dark-blue shirt. "Why're you here?"

"…to think." He said softly, slowly shrugging himself out of her grip and turning around. His auburn eyes gazed down at her, they held no sparkle like they usually did; no, they held sadness now.

Just that sight almost made her break down and cry again. She frowned sorrowfully up to him; she had been doing so well. "Oh? 's effecting you this bad?" She mumbled, keeping her gaze with him until she couldn't take it anymore and looked away.

Rough hands, hands she loved so much, gently grasped her face. She was forced to look up at him once again, and watched him lean down. She let her eyes slip close when he brushed his lips against hers; a soft gesture she always melted from.

She opened her eyes again when he rested his forehead against hers, finding him looking back at her. "Rukia…"

A small smile rolled up her lips as she gently shook her head. "Goodness, you're making this harder, idiot."

He gently nuzzled his nose against hers before leaning back and pulling her to a soft embrace. He held her roughly, tight; as though if he let go, she would drift away from him. "…I can't help it."

"Would you try?" She muttered, burying her face in his chest. "It's already difficult as it is."

"I can't, Rukia." He answered back, the tone of his voice almost seemed like he was choking. Her heart throbbed.

"…Why not?" She whispered, tightening her fists in his shirt, holding back tears.

His body tensed and he suddenly rested his hands against her shoulders, shaking with emotion when he dropped to his knees, and looked at her almost at her true height. He grasped her face once again, but almost in a rough motion.

She stared back at his tear filled eyes as he made her look at him.

"I love you Rukia, more than anything. That's why!" He sputtered, pulling her close and staring at her intently to make her realize.

Her knees grew weak as he stared at her. So, it was true. But…of course, she knew that.

Her hands shakily reached up, setting them over his as he still held her face in his hands tightly. She lightly pulled them away, despite the fact that he had grasped them tightly against her face. He let them fall loosely to his sides.

She bowed her head, moving her small hands to his, and grasped them, despite the fact that her hand could never really fit, because of the size. She remembered how the others always thought their hands fit perfectly.

She intertwined her fingers with his and leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. Moving her mouth against his passionately, she made the kiss deeper when he cooperated. Their hands tightened against each other.

"I love you too…" She breathed against him when they broke their kiss for air. "But," she stopped when he crushed his lips against her. She gave in, moving in passionately for another kiss. Even though it was hard for her, she pulled back, and shook her head as she rested hers against his.

"No, Ichigo…we…we just can't…" she finally started to choke on the lump that had been forming in her throat the moment she wrapped her arms around him. "…I can't do this…"

He crushed his lips against her, not wanting to hear. He just wanted one more kiss. One more night together. "Shut up…" he muttered, running his tongue against her bottom lip. "Just shut up."

He snapped up, a small gasp leaving his lips. He heaved, trying to catch his breath as cold sweat dripped off him and onto the sheets. His eyes widened; his head filling with millions of confused questions.

He gulped, running the contents of the dream through his mind, breathing heavily. "What was… that?"

He started to put his head in his hands, so he could wipe his face of the sweat and to calm himself down, though, something stopped him. Brushing his finger tips against his cheeks, he realized the damp streaks that seemed to have rolled down his face.

He blinked. He had been crying in his sleep.

Ugh. This could have been better. What do you think? - Chi (Thank yoush Migoto!!)