A Broken Heart
A life without love is a life not worth living.
-David Coleman-
Ichigo walked out the front door to greet his two friends, Keigo and Mizuiro.
"Hi!" Mizuiro said waving.
"I-chi-go!" Keigo yelled running up to him.
Ichigo just punched him.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Keigo said as he fell to the ground, grinning.
Ichigo looked down. "Don't, you're obviously planning a sneak attack."
• • •
Rukia climbed out of Yuzu and Karin's window. She looked around and saw Ichigo and his two friends by the road, walking to school.
She decided to take a different route today.
I'll be leaving tomorrow after school for the Soul Society, they need me for a meeting. Rukia told Ichigo the previous night.
When will you be back? Ichigo asked.
Who knows, they wouldn't tell me what the meeting was for.
Rukia looked up at the sky, it was fall. The air was cool against her petite form. She wondered if Ichigo would be alright while she was gone. It seemed as if every time she left him he got into trouble. She grinned at that, remembering the book her class is reading, Eragon. She felt like Ichigo was Eragon and Saphira herself. They did have a similar connection. Ichigo originally got his Soul Reaper powers from her, but her powers only awakened the power that resided deep in Ichigo.
Eragon gets his powers from Saphira, what a coincidence. She was worried about Ichigo, lately he just hasn't been the same around her. Whenever he is with his friends he was as normal as ever but... Around her, it was as if something changed about how he felt around her. Another breeze swept past.
• • •
"Ichigo," Said Mizuiro. "You know, I noticed you and Rukia haven't been talking much lately, is something wrong?"
"I would tell you, but with Keigo here I don't-"
"Oh, first you punch me, now you're hiding things from me. Shows how much of a friend you are!" And he ran ahead of them, turned around, spanked his behind, and continued on.
"He'll be back." Mizuiro sighed. His phone started ringing. "Hello, oh boy."
"Ichigo you go ahead, I forgot my lunch at home."
So Ichigo walked alone. It wasn't just walking alone. He was alone. Every night he thinks about what she would say when he asked.
"Ouch!" Rukia gasped.
They had bumped into each other. Rukia looked at Ichigo and frowned.
"Sorry about that." Ichigo apologized.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"What?" Ichigo said. "Nothings wrong." He was lying, and Rukia knew it.
"Tell me." She begged. "You know I'm here, you can tell me anything."
"I can't... can't tell you."
"Please, I'm your friend and you must know that." Rukia said, tears leaking from those beautiful violet eyes."
"If you want to know..." He choked. "I'll tell you."
She looked up expectantly.
"I... I... I love you Rukia." He said as he began to cry.
She scowled at him. "Your a fool."
He froze. He felt like his whole world was torn away from him.
Rukia immediately left to Kisuke's, so he could open the senkaimon.
Ichigo didn't bother going to school that day. As he walked through the front door his dad walked up.
"She's going back to the Soul Society?" Isshin asked.
Ichigo just pushed him out of the way. Isshin let him. As Ichigo landed on his bed, Kon crawled out of a drawer. He had tears in his eyes, as he handed Ichigo a letter.
The letter had a bunny on the bottom left corner of the page. It was Rukia's.
He got out a pen and marked out all the B's and then read the letter:
"Ichigo, I must leave Karakura, permanently. Byakuya says I cannot come back, no matter how much I want to. (Ichigo had to rewrite the B's in Byakuya, and back.)
Good bye, Ichigo Kurosaki.
• • •
I'll be leaving tomorrow after school for the Soul Society, they need me for a meeting.
She lied, which made him even more depressed.
Ichigo cried, he cried the hardest he had since his mom's death.
Your a Fool.
Ichigo cried harder at the thought of those words, the last he would ever hear her say.
She has called him worse names before, but the way she said it, and the fact that was her reply to him expressing his feelings for her. It tore him apart, he wanted to just reach for the combat pass and kill himself in his spirit form, to make sure he wouldn't even have an afterlife.
He hurt, not physically nor mentally, but emotionally. His heart felt like it was gone, like he was in his hollow form, with that hole in his chest. He wanted to die.
He heard three knocks on his door, and his dad walked in.
"I'm sorry if skipping school will cause my grades to drop." Ichigo apologized.
"Shut the hell up, I told you before. Grades are for losers. Anyway, I know you love her."
Ichigo froze.
"Come on now, admit it."
"Fine, I love her. But... She doesn't love me." Ichigo said as fresh tears poured down his face. He felt like a crybaby, but he couldn't stop the current of tears.
No, he hasn't ever cried like this before. Even when his mom died. Though she died, it made him stronger. But this, this rejection. It could never make him stronger.
I Love you Rukia, but why don't you love me back. Was it because he wasn't good enough for her, he didn't know.
I know what I have to do.
• • •
"Rukia," Captain Ukitake said.
"Yes captain?"
"We need to talk."
So they walked to his office.
"What!?" Rukia yelled.
"As I said, Substitute Soul Reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki was found standing on top of the tallest building in Karakura in his Soul Reaper form with Tensa Zanguetsu pointed toward his throat. You know when a Soul Reaper dies they're gone forever."
She was scared, and guilty that she left Ichigo in such a manner.
I... I... I love you Rukia.
She didn't know what to do.
"I want you to go back to Karakura, and try to convince Ichigo that suicide isn't the right way to handle things. Although I can't help but wonder why he is doing this."
She knew. I broke his heart.
• • •
Ichigo stood atop the tallest building in Karakura. The sun shined down on him. "I guess this is the end. A life without love is a life not worth living. He pointed the tip of the Black Bankai to his throat. "Goodbye." He closed his eyes ask the tears spilled.
He was interrupted by the sound of doors closing behind him.
He looked back to see Rukia.
"You know, I guess life isn't as important as I once thought it was." He said out loud.
• • •
Rukia stood there motionless as she saw Ichigo's face covered in tears. She'd never seen him like this before. She felt a feeling in her heart, a feeling she never felt before. Longing, she was attracted to him she now realized, and as she thought back on it, she felt words roll of her tongue she has never said to anyone before: "I... I love you too Ichigo."
Ichigo froze, he wasn't expecting her to say that, not after how she had rejected him.
"Ichigo, I've had feelings in my heart that I never noticed until now, but these feelings, they have been here – she pointed at where her heart was located – ever since we met. I love you Ichigo, I love you and I'm sorry for what I said before. I was ignoring my heart." She ran up to him and embraced him, she was crying. Crying that she put him through that, crying that she hadn't noticed her feelings for him until now. Dropping Tensa Zanguetsu, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her and before he could say anything she brushed her lips against his.
They were warm, comforting, and lovingly. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. She broke the contact. "I love you Ichigo, more than anything."
"I love you too Rukia." And they kissed again.
"She was happy, she finally felt truly happy, with the person whom she trusted, and she knew he trusts her as well. That's all she ever wanted, to fall in love with one who understood her more than anyone else, and who she understood more than anyone could understand him.
They were together, and happy.
This is my very first FanFic, so please reply. I will gladly accept any criticism. (If it's not negative.)
P.S. This is only the beginning. My goal is to make this story approximately 400 pages. I know it's a lot, but it's a good goal.
P.P.S. I do not own bleach. It belongs to Tite Kubo, and also Eragon belongs to Christopher Paolini.
P.P.P.S. As soon as I get a reply so I know this was read I will begin writing adding more to this story. (If it's not a negative reply, that is.)
Thanks for Reading, and I'll hopefully see you soon.