C o m p l e t e
Word Count: 433
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.
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He thinks back on the time he first wore the black uniform, unusual and traditional at the same time. Its scratchy texture discomforted his body, but the strength it represented comforted his mind.
She remembers the time the cloth was pristine white, paler than her skin and soft to her eyes. It rippled over her shoulders like waves lapping the shore - that small strip of land overwhelmed by the sea.
There was a time when he knew - It wasn't supposed to be this way.
He was soaked and muddy and heavy, sprawled down on the ground as the rain poured down. She walked away.
Raining. The heavens were raining.
Burning. The earth was burning.
She was prepared and ready with dignity at her side, chained high on the cross as the flames licked her feet. And then he came.
She remembers almost scoffing – It was so cliché.
There's a girl watching him, always. She's beautiful with long, auburn hair, soulful eyes, and a smile that brightens the darkest of days. She's extraordinary with a power granted to few other than God himself.
She loves him. He doesn't know it, but maybe one day he will.
There's a boy adoring her, forever. He's rugged with crimson hair, quirky tattoos, and callused hands that have gripped a sword for too long a man his age. He's ordinary – a loser and a leader and everything in between.
He worships her. She doesn't love him, but maybe one day she will.
His background is a mystery, even to him. He came from powerful shinigami and that power was transferred to him. Everyone knows he'll change the world.
Her past was a simple one of death and loss. By luck she became shinigami and by chance she entered nobility. She was a pawn since her eyes first opened.
He's special.
She's ordinary.
They live in two worlds, separated by a hundred different customs, a hundred different people and a million different feelings and thoughts, a vast collection of "maybes" and "ifs." They don't know if the other's safe or if they're even content and only know that somewhere out there, they're worrying about one another, keeping the other in their hearts. He's too unique and she's too plain for the two to be a destined match and only fate knows if they know that, too.
But every time that they look up at the clear blue sky, they realize that Ichigo has met Rukia and Rukia has met Ichigo, and because of that, they will always be complete.
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AN: OMG. I posted something! Yay:D
Please don't kill me for that second-to-last line. I love IchiRuki, and I do think it's so going to happen. This story should be pro-IchiRuki… eh, maybe it didn't turn out that way? Still, there are lots of mistakes in this piece (like, Rukia's feet were never licked by flames… it was just a fiery bird-thing, but that didn't sound right XD). It's just that this is a drabble collection, and some of the stuff will be… crap. Actually, that's what most of it will be. I'm too lazy to revise/correct/whatever it. This collection was definitely not made to be piece of art (what kind of fanfiction is real art anyway?) or to get a lot of reviews. It was just a personal thing that I felt like posting.
That being said, since I personally love IchiRuki, it will definitely be the main pairing, so when I said "various pairings," I actually meant "IchiRuki and then some." But "various pairings" sounded way more poetic XD. Don't worry though; I'll keep my word. I probably will write some IchiHime (or at least Orihime-angst, ha, ha gets shot) though if you're looking for RenRuki, you won't find it here, sorry (is it weird that I don't like it that much? Actually, don't answer that XD.). Well…
Maybe a little. Maybe. XD
