...so i've been wanting to write another RenRuki fic and despite the many plots the bunnies are giving me, i've been too lazy to write...
...but this one had me, or rather forced me, to write it...
...but due to the shortness of this one, and the many others i had lying untouched on my desktop, i decided to just make a drabble dump for RenRuki fics...
...NOTE: Ishin-Denshin means a silent, unspoken mutual understanding between two people. It is said that in Japan, it's the term used for when two married couple could communicate without saying anything. I saw the term in one of my many saved notepads (the term probably taken from Inuyasha or Ranma) and thought it was the best way to describe Renji and Rukia's relationship.
Disclamer: Bleach is not mine, nor does Renji (bummer)...
Rukia didn't have a last name.
Or if she did, she didn't remember.
The old lady who picked her up and raised her had once mentioned that the blanket she was wrapped in when she was found had a name on it. She was only able to make out the name "Rukia" and the last name was lost in the dirt and grime that clung to the overused, unwashed cheap cloth that protected her from the harsh environment of Rukongai.
Back then, it didn't really matter that she didn't have a last name. It was only until she and Renji had decided to enter the Spiritual Arts Academy that it became a bother to her.
"Hey, Renji. Can I use your last name?" She called to him, while they were filling out the form for the entrance exam.
Renji stared at her for a minute and belatedly let out a brief laugh as he processed what she was asking of him. Rukia shot him a deathly glare, not voicing her question of what was so darn funny.
"Are you an idiot? If you use my last name, they'd think we're related. But then they'd never believe that because you are a midget."
Her death glare became more intense and Renji didn t have the time to dodge a painful blow to his temple. "And you're a giant oaf!"
What was that for? Renji said, rubbing the part of his head that was hit. When Rukia didn t reply, he placed a gentle hand to playfully ruffle her hair. "Relax. You can just enter your name and leave the last name blank. I'm sure you're not the only one to enter the Academy without a last name."
He threw her another smile, which was promptly ignored by Rukia, who busied herself again with the entrance form. He tried to peek at her paper a few minutes later and noticed that Rukia did leave her last name blank and thought to himself, "Someday, I'll give you my last name."
...
It was not Renji who gave her a last name.
And now, looking at her, talking to the kid who saved her, as they bicker about something that he can barely hear, he dejectedly wondered if she would still want to have his last name.