Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo and the album More Than You Think You Are from Matchbox Twenty
A/N: HI HI! Sorry I never updated indecisive rain but I've gotten very little inspiration for that pairing….Sigh But I got two pages typed out so hopefully soon neh? Anyway I felt like writing a Rukia/Kon (yeah funky pairing I know but I've seen weirder). Besides he's in Ichigo's body that's the only reason I like it haha. It's also cute how he 'dedicated his heart and soul' to her despite still being a complete perv. Enough with my rambling! If you actually feel like reading this crap go ahead! XD warning: Death of a character So it's going to be angsty
More Than You Think You Are
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She couldn't believe it; she didn't want to believe it. Her dainty fingers curled around the figures black robes as she let out a chocked sob. Ichigo Kurosaki lay dying on her lap, with a weak smile on his bloody lips. Using the last of his strength, the substitute shinigami lifted his right hand and wiped away his angels' tears.
"Don't cry for me," he whispered gently, because he knew his few seconds of life would waste faster if he spoke louder.
"Why would I be crying for you fool, it's your own fault you're like this!" She rasped out, failing miserably to stop the crystal liquid from falling from her violet eyes. Ichigo said nothing at first and continued to stroke her cheek.
"You knew I had to protect you, Rukia," came his reply. She shuddered at the sound of her name; it was probably the last time she'll hear it coming out of him.
"Don't be selfish! Why waste your protection on me? What about your family Ichigo?!" His smile widened, his callous fingers softly tracing the contours of her face.
"Because I love you stupid," he breathed out simply, his shoulders relaxing as if a huge boulder was lifted from his chest. Rukia's eyes widened and made no effort to keep the tears from falling. Her small hand covered his larger one.
"You idiot, if you love me so much why are you in this condition?" The strawberry chuckled wistfully.
"Why do you keep answering my answers with a question?"
"Didn't anybody tell you not to answer a question with another question," she bit back bitterly, trying to keep her sense of humor. Amber orbs softened as he ignored her and asked another question anyway.
"Do you love me?" She wept harder, knowing that the sense of urgency in his voice hinted that there was little time left.
"I do, I love you so much," The smile twisted to a small smirk.
"I knew you did," he murmured smugly. The carrot tops head shifted slightly upward signaling Rukia for her to lean down the rest of the way. Without hesitation she bent her head so that their wanting lips brushed lightly against each other. There was no bottled up passion but sweet gentle bliss.It was their first and last kiss. Pulling back the raven haired woman peered down on Ichigo's amber eyes slowly closing, forever to be shunned from her life.
"See ya around Rukia,"
"Yeah, see yaIchigo,"
He closed his eyes and a piercing scream filled the night air.
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Kon twist and turned on Ichigo's bed. His eyes traveled to the digital clock on the nightstand.
1:43 A.M
Letting out a huge breath Kon childishly kicked the covers off of him. There was no way someone can sleep when they were so worried. Slouching over the edge of the bed he finally decided to stand up and made his way toward the window. In one fluid tug he opened it and stared at the starless sky. There was something terribly wrong with this night but he just didn't know what it was. He clutched his orange mane in frustration. Each time the two would go out hollow hunting he'd feel so worried, especially for his nee-san. He knew she could take care of herself since she regained her powers, and her stubborn attitude makes her near impossible to kill. But there's always something nagging him that she might not come back…just like after they rescued Orihime from Hueco Mundo.
He could still remember the terrible argument she and Ichigo had that same night they returned regarding her safety. His plush ears immediately picked up Ichigo's furious yet broken tone as he screamed at her for convincing him to let her go alone. Of course she didn't back down and argued back saying that in the long run Orihime was still saved. That's when the carrot top exploded and cursed at her, stomping out of the room and shutting the door with a definite slam. Soon afterward she headed straight for his window and jumped out, leaving him alone in the closet. Despite being a plush doll, he felt his heart clench and for once thought badly of her. How can she be so selfish? Couldn't she see how much she meant to that stupid Strawberry? How much she meant…to him?
"Ichigo…Nee-san," he sighed, his tone softer when addressing Rukia. In that moment the corner of his eye caught a large black form walking toward the clinic. Kon fully whipped his head to his left to check if it wasn't a hollow. Relief washed over him when he saw the small stature of his Nee-san, but blanched when he took notice of the orange headed Shinigami slumped over her back. Why was she heading to the Kurosaki clinic rather than running to Orihime's or that creepy bowl hat guy's shop? What's worse, he couldn't feel Ichigo's soul. He wanted to desperately run downstairs and find out why he couldn't feel his spiritual pressure, if he was actually--. But he stayed behind the protection of Ichigo's bedroom walls because he could already feel Isshin's spiked reiatsu heading for the front door in an alarming rate. There was no reason for a mod konpaku in his son's body to interfere. Luckily, the twins were in a slumber party, and couldn't see their onii-san's busted body (well Karin for the most part). The Mod soul carefully turned the knob and opened the door slightly, in hopes to know what happened to man whose body he currently inhabits.
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She arrived at the Kurosaki household, eyes dead just like the body she carried on her back. To think she was more composed the first time she did this. Her hand hadn't even reached the door when she was met with Isshin's wild and panic stricken face.
"Where is he?!" He boomed, all rational thoughts fleeting the father from seeing his son perched on the girl's back. With her own swirling depression she completely forgot that she and Ichigo were in their Shinigami form.
"Mr. Kurosaki…please-," the weight of the orange haired shinigami was lifted as the former captain held him in his arms.
"Oh, Ichigo…," he whimpered out, bringing Masaki's dead son closer to his chest, refusing to let any tears fall, yet.
"How…," was the only word he managed to conjure up without fighting back a sob. Rukia placed a hand over her mouth, she already cried enough in the park to last a Shinigami's lifetime. She bowed her head in respect and to escape the look of his eyes.
"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Kurosaki…it's all my fault. He died protecting me from a hollow and the wounds he received were mortal and…," she couldn't continue but simply finished it with another sentence, "I'm sorry,"
"Don't be," he replied calmly. Rukia lifted her head in bewilderment.
"Why? Why does nobody ever blame me?! It's my fault that your son was taken away from you!" She didn't expect what the man did next. Tilting his head back he let out a rueful laugh.
"You sound just like my pig headed son alright. Always blaming himself for his mother's death,"
"I…," but nothing wanted to get past her throat, so she opted to keep on listening.
"He always wondered why I gave him his name if he didn't fulfill it, or so he thought. I'm glad he died this way, protecting you Rukia-chan, the first woman beside his mother and sisters to become a part of his heart." He stayed silent for a couple of seconds before stating sadly,
"If I can turn back the hands of time I would have sacrificed my life for Masaki, just like my Son for you…so don't go wasting your life." Isshin looked down at the bloody corpse before whispering brokenly,
"I'm proud of you Son, I only wish you could hear me," and for the first time in nine years, Isshin cried.
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The blood from Kon's face drained when he heard the entire conversation. Ichigo was dead? Impossible! He couldn't think much less move when he saw Rukia swing open the door, entering Ichigo's room. Without making a sound he saw her climb into her gigai that lay asleep in the closet and stepped back out. When she faced Kon her eyes widened in disbelief, he in return muttered out the only words he could think at the moment.
"N-Nee-san…," and like a spell it was broken. Reality came flooding back to her when she realized it wasn't Ichigo standing in front of her but only Kon.
"Kon," she recognized, and in that one syllable he understood what she wanted so badly.
"It's okay to cry Nee-san…I won't judge you," without giving a fight the death goddess cried, not caring for her pride if anyone heard her. The Mod soul slowly walked toward her and gently wrapped his arms around her tiny form. He could feel the white t-shirt getting stained with tears, but did not pull away. His Nee-san needed him, and there was no way he was going to sit back this time.
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TBC Maybe..?
A/N: Okay this has got to be the darkest fic I have ever written…and I know most of you want to kill me for killing Ichigo (Hell I almost wanted to myself since I love Ichi so much : ) But that's how it has to go…-sighs- I just wanted to try my hands on a KonRuki story. It won't be depressing the whole way just the beginning chapters. I don't expect many reviews for this but it'll still be nice to hear from you. Review please:3
and no flaming and cussing me out for killing Ichigo :'( I'm sorry ok?