Author's note: WHOOOOO! First Bleach fic! Man, I've been stalking, ahem, following this couple for years and I finally got a fic for them!
...Well lets just get on with the story shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Bleach belongs to ViZ Media and Tite Kubo. I am not Tite Kubo...or am I? Seriously though Bleach isn't mine.
Rukia wasn't sure what to do. What was happening felt more like a nightmare than reality.
She winced at the pain in her injured leg and stared at the being in front of her. It seemed to sense her horror-filled gaze and turned from the dissipating arrancar to face her. Its eyes, black with a burning yellow center, met her frightened, amethyst-colored ones. The awareness that she had of her damaged state grew as it came closer, a grin on its face. It looked strange to see such an expression on the boy's face, but then, it wasn't the substitute shinigami who was in control. She tightened her grip on Shirayuki.
"What's with the face, Rukia-chan? I figured that you'd be more grateful to the person who just saved your skin."
Though she was still frightened, she kept her form steady.
"How do I know that you're not going to kill me instead?"
He pretended to think for a moment before saying smugly, "'Cause I could've killed you five times by now and I haven't. If I really wanted you dead, trust me; you'd be long dead."
She tried not to let his words break her concentration, but he did have a point. She lowered her blade by a fraction. He smirked and disappeared-
-Only to slam her into the ground by her neck, sending her zanpakuto sprawling across the street, away from her. She struggled to breathe underneath him, and felt his free hand grip her injured leg. For a horrifying moment, she thought he was going to break it. Then, suddenly, the hand at her throat vanished and she heard something rip. He was tearing a strip of cloth from his shikashuko. What's he-
He lifted her leg onto his knee and she noticed for the first time that his grip was actually...quite gentle. He began treating her injury while she watched, perplexed. Could it be possible that Ichigo had taken back control from his hollow? Looking at his face, she decided not. He finished and looked at her, amused, waiting.
She glared at him, and, swallowing her pride, mumbled, "Thanks."
His smirk grew and stood up.
"That's better. It was a load of shit, but still better."
Still glaring at him, she stood up, only to lose her balance and stumble into him. He caught her by the arm, steadying her and scooped her up bridal style.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, her face red from embarrassment.
"Well, you shouldn't be walking on that leg, should you? Besides, if anything happened to you, King would never shut up about it."
She assumed that 'King' was Ichigo and crossed her arms stubbornly.
"Fine. Just don't get any ideas, hollow."
"That'll be kinda hard," he stopped to pick up Shirayuki, "You're so cute when you're angry."
Well that was short! Don't worry I got at least three more chaps already written out. All I need is for some people to click that review button. Please? If you don't then a certain friend of mine will jump out of your closet and eat you :D
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