Hi,
Here you have a story about an adult Ichigo more or less reunited with Rukia after 6 years. What memories can they recall ,what new memories can they make ? He got taller , she became feminine ...but what truly changed ? ...After 6 years they're trying to continue their relationship from the point they have left it, but every attempt is proving to be a failure, since the world around them have changed too much and they're are not teenagers anymore...
Here you have a prologue to see if this kind of story suits your taste.
Don't forget , this story is written for your pleasure and i need your reviews in order to improve :) ...and to get motivated.
Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach characters ,storyline etc , neither the lyrics of T-pain's song "5 O'Clock"
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Prologue : It's 5 O'Clock in the morning
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She tried to find a word to describe the party she was attending...
'Extreme...Fun...Wild'
That's what she kept hearing from the smiling and happy faces of her new so-called 'friends'.
"Useless" she said to herself, while she finished another glass of... something.
She was waiting for the alcohol to make its effect, without acknowledging that she was already drunk. The night passed in a fast- forward mode as she slowly frowned her eyebrows and try to understand what was actually going on: A couple of vodka bottles...gin...and someone was making cocktails?!...She wanted some! ...Yessss!...But if she wanted the cocktails how did she ended up with a wine bottle in her hands?
Beside the drinks, this place also offered some making out with slow music soundtrack and some safe sex in every dark corner of the house. Therefore all the young boys and girls became couples as the night grew old.
She's been here for hours, but the loud music assured everybody that the party was far from over. Oh!...That music! It was crushing her brains, giving her the strange feeling that her mind will remain silent and her soul heavy.
But what time actually was ? Between spilled alcohol and some cigarette ashes on the table, a mobile phone displayed 05.07 a.m. Suddenly she felt tired.
Meanwhile, she was trying to ignore the guy who was obviously hitting on her, by looking on the opposite direction. There, she caught a glimpse of an orange haired guy who was laughing with some girls, trying to ignore the fatigue of a sleepless night. He was taller then she remembered him. His shoulders got broader, his hair a little longer and his fashion sense refined. She suddenly frowned puzzled: His eyes...even his eyes changed! They've lost that easy going sparkle, a particularity of adolescence. But how could she complain? It was only natural since he grow up and turned into a college student now.
She continued to watch him. One of the girls next to him light up a cigarette while the other one just finished telling a story which apparently he found very funny. Everybody started to laugh.
Oh! His healthy and loud laugh! Behind the smoke of the cigarette and the alcohol she drank, his image seemed like a dream from a far adolescence. This guy...This Kurosaki Ichigo. What an odd felling to see him after 6 years. She didn't even know how time flew. Years are seconds for her, back home...
Suddenly, she remembered the reason for which she was sitting at this table, in a night which tended more and more to become an early morning. She was sent in Karakura with a routine mission. Once accomplished she thought of visiting Ichigo, but there was no trace of him in Karakura. She knew he was in college, so she thought she of visiting him in Tokyo. And here she encountered this college party in the campus. He invited her... Engineering students, he said. She had nothing to do with them, but he insisted and she couldn't say refuse him : "Come...and tomorrow we'll spend some time together, just the two of us, before you head back. I'd prefer for both of us to be hangover, because the next day it will be easier to understand each other if we'll be at the same level...Ok..ok...since we'll have the same amount of alcohol in blood."
So when did he turned out to be like this?
He fragile smile, as she was watching him, crushed. 6 years proved themselves a little too much and today Ichigo was too far away from her. New city, new friends, new college...perhaps a new girlfriend. She didn't seem to fit in any space left between this aspects of his new life because. Perhaps there were no empty spaces left. A few days in the human world were not enough to recall the memories of the years spent together neither to start all over again and make new ones. A few days were barely enough to finish her mission...And tomorrow she will get back to her "always the same" lieutenant life.
Oh! The guy on the right was still hitting on her!...So annoying! And the loud music was still on.
"It's 5 O'clock in the morning...The conversation got boring" she began to hum the song that was playing on the stereo, with her eyes her eyes fixed on Ichigo.
Hearing her grave voice he suddenly turned and his easy smile faded in to serious and heavy expression as for a second he shared the same thoughts and regrets with the petite brunette girl that was sitting two meters away from him...This Kuchiki Rukia ...She was as short and thin as he remembered her... or at least he wanted to believe that.
"You said you'd go into bed soon..." he continued the lyrics.
"So I snuck off to your bedroom..."she answered.
His eyebrows cocked surprised. He knew this wasn't an invitation, but only the lyrics of the song that was playing... and yet...as she was singing them, he became aware of the fact that her lips were much more thicker and colorful then he remember. And her purple eyes were more elongated making her look like a lazy aristocratic...
One of the girls next to him, tried to catch his attention as she was saying another good joke. He burst in to laugh and for the hundredth time his attention was driven away from Rukia.
"And I thought I'd just wait there...Until I heard you come up the stairs..." she continued to sing to herself as she got up from the table and left the kitchen.
He saw her leaving while the guy who hungered the whole night for her attention was calling her back disappointed. But wasn't he a little more disappointed than that dumped? ...For him it wasn't attraction, love or curiosity...and yet seeing her leaving, something clinched inside him.
He watched her from the back...her waist had become thinner the past 6 years...or maybe her hips were more curved. Maybe it was that little black dress that she was wearing or the long hair that covered her shoulders, falling down to her waist... and she was taller. Definitely taller. At least 7 inches.
Or it was just the alcohol in his blood...
"And I thought I'd just wait there...Until I heard you come up the stairs...And I pretended I was sleeping and I was hoping you were…"
He kept listening to the song.
'What was i actually hoping?...Just some stupid lyrics!' he scolded himself.
He turned again to his friends with a careless smile, as he found himself a little old for this kind of worries and fantasies. And yet as he checked his phone, he noticed that it truly was 5'O Clock in the morning.
On the other side, she was truly feeling dizzy. She was trying to maintain her balance while making her way through the couples that were making out and the deserted ones who felt asleep on the floor, on the sofa, on the food table. She climbed the stairs and tried to remember the door of his room. She knew that eventually he would here...and then...what?
'And then it could be 5 O' Clock forever! '
She wasn't making any sense. She knew she was drunk...and yet she felt like drinking more...she felt like seeing Ichigo more... and closer... and
'Nonsense!' she scolded herself.
She stopped in front of a simple wood door. The small chance for this place to be empty and peaceful, become reality the moment she opened the door and stepped in. She closed her eyes and got lost in the silence and the last moments of darkness. She was exhausted and she was yearning for his soft bed. She was drunk and she was yearning for...
"Kurosaki-kun?...Is that you?..."
She opened her eyes widely as her silence was brutally driven away by a voice that she instantly recognized. She knew who she was before she saw her ginger long hair and her beautiful body. Orihime got up from his sheets, trying to distinguish in the dark the silhouette who just entered.
"Tell me it's you Kurosaki-kun, because i'm tired of waiting ..." spoke Orihime with her sweet and lovely voice.
Rukia remained stoned in the dark for a couple of seconds and then, without a word she silently turned away and left the room.
As a matter a fact things didn't changed as much. Who could have been if not Orihime? She was the best choice he could've made...and yet, right now she didn't need any of these truths to burst into her life. Right now she was in a hurry to leave her...to leave him...to leave this party... and this place. As she held the most sour taste in mouth, she grabbed the first vodka bottle she saw and she disappeared into the night.
This world did not held a place for her anymore, neither for her memory...And it didn't even have to , because she belonged to Seireitei. Her mission was complete and she had to go back...now!
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Ichigo turned his head as he thought he saw the beautiful little brunette leaving in rush the party. Or was just his imagination. She wouldn't live without saying good-bye.
'I must be so tired...'
He the waved at his friends wishing them a good sleep and he got up from the table.
'Just some stupid lyrics that her lips sang' he thought as he was making his way back to his room.
"You said you'd go into bed soon...So I snuck off to your bedroom...And I thought I'd just wait there"
In front of the door, before entering, he stopped for a second wondering "What if she..?"
'Kurosaki-kun?..."
His heart popped involuntarily at the sound of a women voice, but the next second, his dreams faded away as he recognized it.
"Inoue?...Is that you?" he asked surprised.
She stepped up in the hall light with a wide smile and she jumped into his arms. He instinctively hugged her, but his face remained caught in an astonished expression.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I wanted to surprise you..but then i got in this party and i couldn't find you"...she said with her sweet voice. "So i decided to wait for you here."
He smiled happily as he was hugging her again.
"My stupid girl...you shouldn't have wasted your money on the train...I was coming home at the end of the week..."
"I know"...she said with a small voice..."but i"...
"I know...I know..." he interrupted her softly..."And i missed you too..."
She blushed, but the next second his romanticism seemed to disappear as he yawned and headed to the bed.
"I'm drunk..." he said with an astonishing sincerity.
"I think you're just exhausted" Orihime added softly.
He laughed as he laid in bed.
"Inoue...i cannot understand how you can always see the good in me."
"That's because i..." she tried to answer with a small voice.
"Come!" he interrupted her. "Sleep with me!"
Smiling ,she laid next to him in the small, one person-bed and he took her into his arms with a natural, long used gesture.
" I did...missed you...and Karakura town too..." he whispered with his eyes closed.
She raised her head with an happy smile and approached him in a kiss. He opened his eyes in a pleasant surprise and turning to her body, he kissed her again...and again...and again...until...
For a second he stopped because he remembered Rukia. She had came here with a mission and she had visited him. Orihime didn't know but she would have been very happy to meet her old friend...
'But the news can wait' he told himself as he was throwing away his t-shirt and putting his body against hers.
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But Rukia couldn't wait...not anymore.
She stepped into the night sky of Seiretei holding in her hand the bottle of vodka and the little black dress, souvenirs that could be appreciated by only one person .As she thought of him her steps involuntary took her to his house, knocking on his door at a late hour.
An half-asleep red haired man appeared in the threshold of the door and woke up in surprise as he recognized the little women in front of him.
"Rukia?..."
"Hi Renji!"
She grinned as she lifted the bottle of vodka.
"Souvenirs from The Human World. Please don't tell Nii-sama" she added.
Renji Abarai frowned suspicious at her sudden appearance.
"Rukia...did something happened?" he asked slowly.
Her grin slowly disappeared from her face, letting room for a bitter expression.
"In fact...nothing happened ...nothing happened...ever..."
Renji got confused.
"You shouldn't have got back from the real world tomorrow. Did everything went right?"
"Ichigo..." she begun, trying to fake a smile. "He got taller..."
At the sound of that name, his face broke into a heavy yet blank expression .A couple of seconds passed between them in silence.
"And what is this?" he cut in, faking good mood while he was pointing at the vodka bottle. "Is it better than sake?"
"As a matter a fact..." she begun.
"Right..." he added "Kuchiki Taicho mustn't know"
"Right..."
"Come in then ,Rukia !"
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Next chapter coming soon!
As you can see , there're is still a long way for Ichigo close to Rukia. And i think it will get longer if Renji cut in...but let's see what is going to happen in the next chapter shall we? :)
