Stained Cross
-Chapter I: Mistake-
A/N: My friends dared me to write about a certain theme... and it has to be serious... sigh... damn it... I just don't feel like doing it even though there's money at stake here... this is based on a true story that my friend narrated to me... Characters might be OOC.. but please spare some time. This will not take long... This chapter of the fic wasn't properly proofread...
Important Disclaimer: I don't own bleach and this will be applied for the future chappies. It pains me a lot when I do this, you know?
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A vein cracked at the perimeter of Kuchiki Rukia's lips. She had been standing and talking for almost an hour now and yet a certain someone was showing a very galling and insulting disposition—repudiating to listen to her lecture.
It would be fine for her if nobody pays attention—if she would talk about some stupid claptrap... blabbering about ludicrous and absurd stuffs which would make someone rise his or her eyebrow... but she knew she wasn't. In fact, she had done a lot of research just to make her lecture today worth listening. A kind of 'lecture' that would make EVERYone focus their attention to her... but she was wrong... sort of...
Kuchiki Rukia was an art curator slash famous appreciator of spiritual books. She had been in that kind of business ever since she graduated from a famous university. She was pretty and full of wit—a kind of someone that can almost be referred to as 'drool-worthy.'
Because of her reputable repute, she was invited as a guess speaker to give her points of view on values on an opening of a private high school. She was of course honored and pleasured... and flattered to be invited and to be able to share her views to the youths—imparting her knowledge.
She was grinning the whole time, pleased at the amused expressions of the students. After giving a pause, she continued to walk, side by side. She was trying not to be idle until she noticed a boy looking indolently at the space behind her left shoulder. His eyes seemed impassive as he tapped his pen almost silently at his desk.
She was appalled to see the student. He was wearing red polo (first three buttons were unfastened) and black slacks that made contrary from the other's uniform which was white polo and navy blue slacks.
Rukia tried not to grimace at the boy's appearance. Not that he looked bad or something. It was just that, she thought that the student must be a 'rule breaker' because of the way he acted, the way he dressed and the way he dyed his hair. She closed her eyes momentarily, fighting the urge not to do anything at the boy as she thought that his family might be powerful and rich for being accepted in that high school.
She involuntarily clenched her fists, crumpling slightly the papers she was holding. She despised how the rich ones think that they could all get away because of their money... and she wasn't afraid. She has overthrown many others who had tried to trample her but she was decided to let him pass.
The boy yawned.
Her eyes squinted as she immediately changed her mind.
"May I please call the attention of the boy over there with orange hair?" she said, straining her voice under control.
Knowing that he was the one the 'miss' was referring to, (he was the only one who has an extremely bright hair) the boy stood up, placing all his weight on his right leg.
"Yes?" the voice was hoarse, didn't sound like a high schooler anymore.
The boy sighed helplessly.
Yeah. Curse my dammed hair for being so attention getting.
"Do you have any question, so far?" she asked, challenging, her eyes flickered dangerously.
There was a moment of silence—but not that long. The boy was probably fast on having a comeback with her, "What's the significance of your speech?" he asked, almost irritable.
That made Rukia pause for a moment. For someone who wasn't listening, it was surprising that he had a question for her. She was somewhat unprepared but she has been able to escape from his sly question. After all, she has been used to it; for many years now, she has encountered a hell a lot more difficult and cunning questions... she wouldn't allow a mere brat ruin her reputation.
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"Rukia-chan, nice lecture you had there," Inoue Orihime praised her ever so godly with a wide genuine smile as she slipped her arms around Rukia's.
"Thanks." Rukia said as she smiled back. "I'm glad it came out good," she checked her watch, but she found out that her watch run out of batteries several days ago and just wore it for the purpose of accessory. "What's the time?"
Inuoe took a quick look at her watch, "Quarter of two,"
Rukia blinked, fairly surprised that her lecture took that long.
"So that's why I'm starving!" she decided to say, "C'mon."
"Aye!" Inoue said cheerfully, saluting even.
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Kuchiki Rukia and Inoue Orihime have been best of friends since childhood. Yes they're opposites but as what others say, 'Opposites attract'—and it's true—not only to couples but to friends as well.
Rukia had happened to meet Orihime on an abandoned doll shop.
Rukia then was supposed to be going back to their house when she heard muffled sniveling a block away from where she was standing.
Curious and all, she followed the direction of the sound.
It was then she discovered Inuoe, crying vulnerably and staring at the sign in front of the shop 'CLOSED.'
"I'd loved their bunny stuffed toys." Rukia said, almost gently, looking glumly at the sign as well.
Orihime perked up, brushing her tears away but more kept falling.
"H-How come I've never seen you inside?"
Rukia shrugged. "Oh, me?" she pointed a finger on herself. "No. I never entered. I just loved seeing them from here."
"It was so fun inside, there were more awesome stuffs around."
"Were you always there?"
She nodded slowly. "My onii-chan and I ran the shop..." her voice trailed off, "We were happy but... but..." she burst into a hard cry again.
Rukia's eyes softened, having a pang of guilt for bringing the subject up, once again. But she didn't know... and so she had to ask... only to find the same answers she had not-too-long-ago. For a seven-year-old she might not know anything in this world but she already knew the pain of loosing someone so without second thoughts, she held her hand then began to shed tears as well.
Orihime blinked her tears. Why is she crying? She thought.
"I know how it feels... loosing someone..." she turned back, feeling a little shy for having someone seeing her shed tears.
Orihime smiled, for the first time that day.
It was all she had wanted: sympathy.
Not prying from the older ones saying: It's all right. Compare to others, your sufferings are nothing.
For Orihime and Rukia, it wasn't weight-lifting, it was infuriating.
It makes them want to (specially Rukia) to spat back at them and say: Yeah? How'd you like the idea of carrying our burdens as yours? It would be great!
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"Oh, I almost forgot!" Orihime exclaimed, snapping her fingers and hitting her head almost gently that made then to stop at their tracks.
"What is it?"
"I have promised the chief administrator a lunch with him!"
Rukia rolled her eyes. "So... you're not going to—"
"Of course not!" she used her sugar-sweet voice, "The chief administrator said he wanted to meet you," Inuoe smiled, "anxiously," she added.
"O-Oh?" Rukia couldn't help a smile. "I sure as hell want to meet him too! Damn. I was looking for him all the time but all I saw was the dammed brat who wasn't listening. That bastard..."
Orihime stifled a giggle.
Rukia raised a brow. "What? Like you're still not use to my kind of—"
"Wow Kuchiki. You sure talk like a 'moral' guidance councilor," he said, almost sarcastic.
"G-Guidance councilor?!" she gritted her teeth but it soon stopped when a tall figure towered over hers, making her tentatively lift her head heavenwards.
She expressed a shock of horror as soon as she saw the man in front of her.
"Rukia-chan, meet our chief administrator."
Rukia's face grew in much more horror than before whilst the administrator grinned cockily and darkly, completely pleased at the expression on her face.
"I've finally met you, Kuchiki Rukia," a sinister smile crept on the administrator's face.
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A/N: Phew... What do you think? That end seems pretty obvious... Anyways, sorry but I'm using a Christian theme—but not that much. Sorry if you think it sucks but it's part of the dare. I need money here...! I'm sooo poor!!!
WARNING:
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANNA GET SPOILED.
The latest manga
of bleach inspired me to write...! Rukia is back!!! Yahheeeeyyy!!!
And IchixRuki is back as well...! I'm so happy!!! (dances all
around)
