He lay in bed, the towel lain over his eyes. He breathed so low, even he couldn't perceive it. Sweat trickled from his forehead, only to be sopped up by the towel. This was never a good night for Ichigo Kurosaki, and the next night would be worse…
His mother's death anniversary.
He hated himself today. And tomorrow. Then, he would be fine until the seventeenth of June next year. But for now, he was sleeping in his bed, dreaming of his deceased mother. He rolled over on his left side, pulling the towel tighter over his eyes.
"No, don't go…" He whispered, still asleep.
A face looked out of his closet door: Rukia Kuchiki. She looked at him intensely, afraid of the dreams he may be having. No matter how much it seemed that she didn't care, she didn't like seeing him sad.
She slid the door open more; enough for her to crawl out into the rest of his room. Kon was laying inside the closet alone now. He tossed himself into the middle of the closet, obviously disgruntled about his sudden loss of warmth.
She stealthily walked over to the side of the bed he was turned away from, and sat softly on the edge. She reached over, and touched his shoulder. He immediately tensed, curling further away from her. She withdrew her hand slightly.
"Ichigo…" She put her hand on his arm, and tried to pull him on his back, resulting in pulling herself closer to him. All of a sudden, a heat enfolded her hand. She looked down. It wasn't just heat that had encased her hand. It was his heat. His hand, to be specific. It was placed over hers, in an attempt at stopping her from moving.
He reached up with his right hand (the hand that was free) and pulled the towel from over his eyes, then he turned his head to look at her. His eyes were heartbroken, and his frown wasn't an angry frown. His frown was distressed, too.
There were tears welling at his eyes as he looked at her, and his lower lip began to tremble. "Rukia…"
He threw himself on her, wrapping his slender arms around her petite waist, and burying his face in her stomach. "It's all my fault…" He sobbed into her. She put her left hand under his arm and on his back, trying to comfort him.
"It's all my f-fault…" he wept, jerking as he gasped for breath. He gripped tighter onto her.
"Ichigo…" She brought her right hand to his hair, and began to stroke it affectionately. "It's okay," She looked out his bedroom window, out to the streets below and the skyline ahead. "It's okay…"
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