Title: Planchette
Characters: Ichigo, Rukia
Prompt: Spirit
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG
Warning/s: None that I could think of.
Summary: You're a curious little boy. Ichigo watched, transfixed, as the glass moved of its own accord.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Notes: A HUGE, HUGE thanks to my beta reader Aouluas Anminti for all the comments and suggestions that had a hand in the completion of this almost drabble ficlet. Thank you!
His mother would be so mad if she caught him playing board games past bed time.
Oh but he was so, so curious.
A sliver of light peeked through the small crack under the door and he thought he heard something moving in the distant corner. Perhaps a mouse. A bead of sweat trickled down his jaw.
The glass moved.
His breathing faltered.
H-I.
He reached out to touch the glass, but hesitated, his fingers hovering uneasily above his lap. Something glimmered in the corner of his eye but it was gone as soon as it appeared. He laughed to himself and shook his head.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
He touched his fingertips lightly on the glass and he thought he heard his bed sheets rustling lightly.
"Who are you?" His voice echoed oddly in the still silence of his dark room.
He watched, transfixed, as the glass moved of its own accord. R-U-K-I-A.
The back of his shirt was matted with sweat, and it was cold (oh so very cold). His breath fogged in front of him in white wisps of smoke. "Ichigo. My name is Ichigo."
He stilled, and his back straightened as he felt a warm puff of breath on his nape. He blinked and it was gone.
S-T-R-A-W-B-E-R-R-Y?
He released a nervous chuckle and something moved from the other side of his closed door. The sound died on his lips. The temperature dropped lower.
He bit the inside of his cheeks and clenched his fists, "W-where are you?"
The lights outside his door flickered and died. An oppressive coolness wrapped around him in the complete darkness of his room, and he shivered.
B-E-H-I-N-D Y-O-U.
Ichigo felt the bed dip behind him and he could see, from the corner of his eye, a pale hand on his shoulder.
"Hi."