Disclaimer: I don't own them
Pairings: Ichigo/Rukia
Ratings: G
Genre: romance/angst
"Clandestine"
He stares beyond the window sill, chin rested in his hand, brown chocolate pools lost in contemplation. He watches as the unseen wind brushes over his features. The moon floats gloriously in the sky, a wan smile gracing her porcelain face. He could not help but feel the agony beneath the goddess' smile and question the heavens for such countenance. He always remembers her even as the night betrays his memory. He struggles to reach for a frayed paper and a pen, he writes with only the words his heart weaves.
I need you
I need you gravely
Come back to me…
I love you...
"rukia…" he whispers, barely containing the emotions he long suppressed but then turns his gaze away from the sacred portrait of the night sky. It pains him further to be reminded. Agony already tortured his soul so many times that he could keep counting. He decides to lie down on his pillows, glassy eyes still distant. Sleep taking over him, the soft humming of the breeze lulls him, he finally gives in and for one last moment he only thinks of the one person who dwells in his thoughts… one who always will. Slumber over powers him and he is again welcomed in the realm of dreams. And perhaps he even dreams of the woman he loves.
Almost so silently, the curtains glide. She enters through the window, and only stares intently at his peaceful form. For only in this moment is he at peace. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tracing his face with her delicate fingertips. "Honestly I am." She wills to embrace him, to kiss him this very moment but is well aware it is forbidden. If only she could stay by his side she would. "Ichigo…" she could hear her own voice tremble as her reserve wavers. It hurts her all the same. She hears her name escape his lips a number of times. And it shatters her a thousand times more. Every night she could only visit him in his sleep, when his awareness was in deep slumber and there was no means for him to know she had come. He would never know she slips inside his room every night and merely watches his chest rise and fall slowly as he breathes.
She continues to watch over him and could feel moisture at the side of her eyes. "I love you…" she whispers as cold droplets flow down her pale cheeks. Perhaps he would never hear those words. "I-I love you…" she whispers again, voice breaking as she briefly lays her hand just above his. He slightly stirs from her touch and she withdraws her hand gently. She lays a soft kiss on his forehead before looking at him for the last, "I'll be back tomorrow…" she says while wiping her tears and turns to leave for the window. But before she could jump she hears his voice.
"Rukia…" he moans and she instantly twirls to face him, thinking that he had awakened. But she only finds his eyes gently closed and his peaceful breathing. She finally turns away and leaps. She is gone in the dead of the night yet again.
As the silver moon glowered upon the clouds and the cool breeze blew to console them, perhaps fate will allow them a time, a moment in time where they will hear the words of love they yearn to speak of and hold each other until dawn. But for now, this was their routine and neither of them could will to break it.
He tediously awakens and finds himself gazing at the open window as the flowing curtains dance. "I love you…" he says.
And he closes his eyes to only dream of her once more…
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Notes: I just felt like writing that, well it was kinda tragic… a little. Aww, I just love Ichigo and Rukia! So perfect! Haha…I hope you enjoyed this short one shot. reviews will be very much welcomed…btw. i deleted the poem in here. i dont know, i just felt unsatisfied about it. and maybe after i finish himegoto, my other story, i'll find time to continue this...maybe...
Love,
Amerie