Hi, this is ShyWaterAngel. This is my newest obsession. The problem with bleach is that with all the complicated plots it's hard to really write it accurately. So I made this take after all the Aizen stuff. Pretend that Ichigo won.
Thanks for taking the time to read it. Please Review.
As for Forgotten (if you've read it) I haven't forgotten it (Yeah I get the pun :) ) I'll update that soon, that story and me have a shaky relationship and any ideas for it have evaded me like a plague.
Oh well, it'll come please enjoy the story.
He was never one to believe in soul mates, but right now he wasn't so sure. Maybe it was the way she stood underneath the moon. Maybe it was the way the moon's light highlighted her most striking features, but maybe it was the way she smiled under it. A smile that caused his heart to hammer in his chest a feeling he never felt before. In a failed effort he grabbed the fabric of his shirt painfully, trying to stop the beating that pounded in his ears. Never has he felt this way. It frightened him.
He was thankful that he was hiding behind a tall tree, the shadow shielding him. Unlike her. No, the light that shined on her could never hide her-it exposed her. It made him smile a real smile-so mysterious to him. Like her.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
He felt slightly amused at his thoughts. He never thought of a girl like that, but what girl would notice a guy like him. Strange and cold, always angry. No one could find him attractive, no one would want too, and by no means a girl as remarkable as her. She was a fresh fallen snow, in his cold solid world of ice.
With theses pessimistic thoughts in his head, he would've left by now if it wasn't for the sound of her voice in the chilly night air. If it wasn't for that breathtaking, soft, kind, sweet voice that was hers and hers alone.
She merely whispered "It's a beautiful night" more to herself than to anyone, but it was enough snap him out of his thoughts. Enough to cause his heart to leap ten feet high. Enough to fear that she found him out, but as he turned to look at her-she was staring somewhere else.
He let out a soft sigh-a breath of relief. What would people say if they saw him-him of all people watching a girl, but she wasn't just any girl she was Rukia Kuchiki. The Kuchiki princess- sister of Byakuya Kuchiki. The girl with the most beautiful zanpakutō in all of the soul society. How could he of all people sneak in here, and watch her of all people. He felt like a stalker.
He didn't really know her. Not well at least. He talked to her many times and established a basic friendship, but that's all. So why was he standing here in her brother's garden watching her. She was just enjoying the night's air nothing more, but something called to him. It was etched inside his brain that he had to come here. It felt ancient as if this was meant to happen. That idea scared him more; predetermined fate was in no way something he would enjoy. Nobody tells Tōushirō Hitsugaya that he will do something because it was what he was supposed to do. But then again Tōushirō was naïve
In many ways he was foolish. His fate-if you call it that- was already set the moment he felt the need to come towards the Kuchiki manor. He was seeking her-even if subconsciously. Already an ancient reenactment of history was taking place, but this time the characters in the play would take a different course then the ones before. If not then they too would find themselves following in their predecessor's footsteps. One thing that could not happen again.
If Tōushirō and Rukia fall into the same pattern as so many before them have. Then they too will die. Yes, Tōushirō Hitsugaya was in fact very foolish and naïve.
He even made one mistake tonight- Rukia Kuchiki was very aware that he was there.
One of Rukia's pastimes was sneaking out in the dead of night and sitting in the garden. It was nice and far calmer then when she was in the presence of her stern brother, but tonight was different, with someone watching her she felt on edge. All ideas of tranquility and peace were shattered.
Normally she would have danced, practicing with Sode no Shirayuki, but the prying eyes that scanned every inch of her-froze her. She felt like she knew him, but the man did keep his presence well hidden. If it weren't for the cracking of that twig she wouldn't have know he was there.
She took in a deep breath and counted to three. 1-2-3 and with a voice as cold as her element she asked "Who is there, come out now"
She waited patiently for a sound. She even calmed the beating of her heart to listen-for anything.
"I know you're there, whoever you are, you have no right being here" she spoke with a dignity that fit her noble stats.
When nothing came, she felt more at ease. Calling it nerves, just a case of the spooks nothing more.
She felt like an idiot spending all that time worrying over something that wasn't even there when she-herself could be training. Now it was too late the sun was rising, and even she needed her sleep. Maybe if she slept more she would grow a few inches.
Tōushirō was worried; she hadn't moved, she was intent on standing in one place. The way she leaned her ear, the way she calmed her heart to listen-for anything. Really worried him.
Now he was the one listing and when he heard her take a deep breath count mentally to three, he felt the atmosphere drop rapidly.
"Who is there, come out now?" her voice was as cold as the element they both shared. When did she figure he was there? Did he underestimate the young death god? Should he come out? How would he state his being there?
Yeah Tōushirō lets just tell the girl that you been standing here watching her like some deranged stalker
This was a thought he would not follow. Instead he stood in place hitching his breath as she calmed herself.
"I know you're there, whoever you are you have no right to be here" there was that Kuchiki pride he's heard about.
It made him smile and with one quick step he disappeared.
"For another day Rukia Kuchiki" he whispered to himself, unknown to him that the day- for him would come too quickly.
Right now it really was just a snapped twig. She really was alone. She breathed a sigh of relief. With that she quietly snuck back into the manor, the mud on her shoes would cause chaos in the morning.
I will find out who was watching me she thought as she lay in her bed, part of her felt that she was alone the whole time, but some other part said that there was someone-something, and she need to find out whom.
Please give your honest opinion. (Should I Continue?) I feel that Tōushirō is out of character a bit, but there is a reason, oh well, Thanks for reading I really appreciate it.
ShyWaterAngel
