The Bleach Bride: Chapter 1
A/N: Yes, this is basically a parody of "The Princess Bride" By William Goldman. It's kind of like…I'm writing my own version of it…with Bleach characters! I hope it's not too out of character…because I really tried to keep in character…somewhat…
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or The Princess Bride…
Rukia Kuchiki stared longingly out her window in her small room, watching the farm boy work. That was all she ever called him, farm boy. It never really occurred to her she didn't really know his name, always farm boy. She had once known, and she thought it was a rather funny name, because it was also a berry, but she could no longer remember.
The farm boy had spiky, bright orange hair that was always dirty from having to sleep in the stables. It was quite different from her shoulder length silky black hair.
She watched as the farm boy continued to chop wood for the up coming winter. Even though it was freezing out side, and Rukia was wrapped up in a blanket sitting next to a fire (fueled by wood that had already been chopped up), the farm boy was outside in shorts and short sleeves. The shirt clung tight to his sweaty body, showing every detail of his 6 pack and other muscles he had achieved from doing everything Rukia commanded him to do.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he glanced over Rukia's way. Rukia quickly looked down, acting like she had not been staring. A slight crimson red colored her cheeks, and it was not because of the cold, even though she told herself it was. She was still having trouble being honest with herself.
Getting up to tend to the fire, Rukia glanced once more over to the farm boy, who kept on working. She felt somewhat guilty for making him work so much, but quickly thought of something else. She hated making him work so much like this. Rukia wasn't that bratty type girl who thought, "Better him than me". Instead, she thought the opposite, even if it was his job. It was just unfair.
Suddenly, she had an idea. Jumping up in delight, she ran outside calling out for the farm boy.
"Farm boy!" She called, running closer to him so she wouldn't have to yell. His bright orange hair blew messily across his face as he looked up, his tight shirt showing every detail in his muscles, his corners of his pink lips slightly turned upward into a small smile. He simply looked breathtaking.
Before speaking again, Rukia took a deep breath; ignoring the fact she just thought the farm boy looked breathtaking.
"Go…" She paused for a moment, trying to think of a warm place for him to work. "Go fix the fire again! It's dying, and I'm getting cold!"
Turning sharply, she ran back up to the house, trying to hurry to get out of the cold. Or so she told herself.
Quietly in the distance, she heard the farm boy whisper, "As you wish."
'As you wish' was all he ever said. Rukia had never spent too much time pondering over what this meant, but now, its meaning hit her all at once, like a tsunami crashing up on the shores.
What he really meant was, 'I love you.'
But did she love him back?
This, she spent the entire time thinking about. Absentmindedly, she walked up the stairs she knew so well and into the small room she knew so well. She didn't even notice when the farm boy came in and took care of the fire. But she did notice when he put a blanket around her.
Rukia hadn't even noticed her light green shawl had fallen off, or that it was even cold. But now that she was brought back to reality, she was very cold. Shivering, she tightened her grip on the purple blanket, and looked up just in time to see the farm boy leave the room.
Without a second thought, she said quickly, "Farm boy, wait."
The farm boy turned, with a soft look he only reserved for her, not that she knew it. His hair was still rather messy, and still looked completely and utterly breathtaking. Quickly looking around, she finally spotted something he could do. This time, she just wanted to hear him say it.
"…fetch me that chair?" She nodded over to another chair on the other side of the room. Puzzled, the farm boy nodded and said softly, "As you wish."
Smiling brightly, so much that her smile split her face, Rukia jumped up and ran to the farm boy, wrapping her arms around him.
"I love you, too." She whispered into his ear.
At first, he just stood there, but then wrapped his arms around her too, leaning his head down so he could smell her dark hair. It smelled, well, unimaginably sweet, beautiful, just like her.
… … …
Quite a few days later, after forcing the farm boy to sit down and eat dinner with her again, Rukia suddenly realized something very important.
She didn't know the farm boy's real name yet.
She had never really needed to know it, since the only time she talked to him before was when she needed something. Before, his real name would just be another thing she had to remember. Just something that didn't matter, basically. But now, that they were lovers, she figured it just MIGHT help knowing her true loves real name.
"Hey, Farm boy?" She said quietly, keeping her eyes on her food. "Now that we're…ummm...well, just what is your real name?"
She refrained from saying 'lovers' or anything of the sort. It seemed almost awkward enough without having to mention something like that.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." He said simply, and then stopped eating, staring up at her. "You didn't know?"
Rukia blushed. She didn't know how she was going to tell him that it was just too time consuming or, rather, she didn't care, to remember his name. She didn't want to make him sad or upset or anything if she just said, "sorry, I didn't care about you, so I just decided to call you farm boy and not bother to remember your name." Nope, it definitely would not help improve their relationship.
"Or did you forget?"
Which is worse, saying you never knew it to begin with or you forgot? Rukia mused. She decided to go with the first.
"It's kind of hard to forget something when you never knew it to begin with, stupid."
"How was I supposed to know you didn't know my name?" Ichigo replied in defense.
"If I knew, then why would I just call you 'farm boy' all the time?"
Ichigo scowled and went back to eating his food. He knew it was a rhetorical question, so he didn't say anything else.
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"Farm boy!" Rukia called. Even though she knew his name now, she still called him farm boy out of habit.
She had not seen him for days and was beginning to get really worried. She was low on fire wood, and the crops on her tiny little farm were beginning to die. She was even on the verge of going out there and doing it all herself.
She continued to run all about the yard until something that looked like a rather large carrot stepped out from the stables. Not noticing the said "large carrot", she continued to run until she tripped over it, flipping over about 9 feet past the stables where she had tripped.
"Um…Rukia?" Ichigo looked out at Rukia, but immediately turned around so she wouldn't see him laughing.
"You bastard! You should at least give some warning before you randomly appear!" Rukia yelled, jumping up to kiss him and his lazy carrot ass back into the stables where she would lecture him properly.
Rubbing his head, Ichigo glared back up at Rukia. "Isn't my fault you were running around screaming my name and then when I was kind enough to reply, you trip! …LIKE AN IDIOT!"
"Well, I shouldn't have had to run around screaming for you if you had been doing what you were supposed to do!" Rukia retorted, smirking at Ichigo's flustered face.
The moment didn't last for long. Ichigo's face fell, and he turned away. Rukia could feel the change in the atmosphere, and instantly became worried.
"Ichigo? Is something wrong…?" She asked, slowly approaching him. She thought about making another light hearted comment, to lift the mood, but decided it best not to.
"I have to…go to America...It's complicated," Ichigo turned to look at Rukia, watching her reactions. "I wasn't sure how to tell you, and I didn't know if I could face you after saying yes and…"
"Ok, I get it, just shut up." Well, so much for 'light hearted', Rukia thought, but smiled back at the farm boy. She knew he would get the message that she understood his feelings, and would support him.
… … …
"When will you be back?" Rukia asked, her black hair somewhat of a mess, blowing around her face. Ichigo stood with his arms around her, holding her close to his body.
"I don't know…" He said in a soft voice, trying to comfort her. He looked down at her, and wiped the tears from her face. "Just make sure you grow some before I get back," He joked. "I don't want to hurt my back from leaning down so much just to ki- SON OF A BITCH!"
Ichigo screamed in pain, trying to get his foot out from Rukia's. Smirking, Rukia left slowly, but turned to say one last thing.
"Take your precious time…" She said coldly, but then softened her expression. "But please hurry back, if at all possible…"
Ichigo heard all of this, smiling back at her. He reached up to brush his bright hair out of his face once more, to clear his vision of her small, fragile body, standing in the wind.
"I will, just please, wait for me…and I will wait for you in return."
And with this said, he turned to leave towards his fate.
A/N: Yay! I'm done! …with the first chapter…there shouldn't be any changes, since I'm planning to stick with the basic plot of the original idea. There will be a lot of scenes I added in and will be taking out, so just be prepared for that! If I take out your favorite scene, well…sorry…Please review!!!!