Thankful
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Since the streets were piled with black ice, school had been canceled that day. Yuzu was excited, going into a frenzy over getting an extra day to plan Thanksgiving. Rukia had found it necessary to inform the girl of the delicious holiday, so Yuzu was frantically and happily finding traditional recipes.
It would have normally made him happy to have a snow day, but Ichigo just didn't feel it. His grades weren't exactly good, so he was trying do get them up. He needed to graduate in case his powers didn't return. He could hardly be a Soul Reaper then. Ichigo had always thought it was the best thing he could do with his life, and he hadn't gotten into the whole school thing.
If you really asked him about any careers he wanted, or colleges he wanted to go to, he really couldn't tell you. Maybe that was a bad sign.
Rukia had insisted he go out and enjoy himself. She knew he was feeling low, and she was pulling him around town, looking at all the Christmas displays in the stores, and trying to get him into it. Her efforts were in vain.
"This is getting old, you know." She huffed. She was met with silence.
"You'll either get them back or you won't. Stop torturing yourself for once."
"Shut up Rukia."
"Excuse me?"
"This is what you always do. The moment I start going through something tough, you yell at me and try to get me to man up. That usually works, but I gotta tell you that I'm already doing my best to be a man about it! So get the hell off my case."
And with that he marched off, leaving her there with her mouth ajar.
He walked slowly, his head pounding angrily in his skull. She didn't get it. How hard this was for him. Nobody got it. He had failed to kill Aizen. Failed. And Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't the type of guy who lost easily.
He wanted his powers back. Protecting innocent souls, fighting jackass Espada, that was life. It was a dangerous and hardcore lifestyle, but he didn't feel right doing anything else. He and Rukia were warriors, and that was that.
She understood that though didn't she? That's why she spurred him so hard to get stronger. She got him, and in her own harsh manner she was trying her best to help. And he had left her all alone in the city without a proper jacket. With that self incriminating thought he dashed back to where he had left her. Only she wasn't there.
"Where the hell are you Rukia?"
He could just look fro her spiritual pressureā¦.
No. No he couldn't.
Where else would she be? He needed to find her, before something happened to her. She was like this big, around! Doesn't she know how unsafe it is for a girl to be alone in the city? God, he knew she was tough, but she still needed to be careful, being as delicate as she was. Physically at least. Man, he could put a hand on either side of her waist and he'd bet his fingers would touch.
Not that he wanted to hold her around the waist. Now that's just crazy talk.
Anyways, back to the situation at hand. Neither of them had their cell phones with them, and he didn't have spirtual pressure. She couldn't track him, and he couldn't track her.
Maybe he just needed to start looking.
He walked around, looking to see where she could have gone. If a store had a display that he thought she would like, he went inside the store.
By the time he had used this method on several blocks of store, he decided to call home and see if she were there. As he had been an idiot and left his phone at home, he used the pay phone.
She wasn't there.
Ichigo really hated to do this, but he had to know if she were still around her. Maybe she had walked away from the shopping center in her anger. Still if she were here, he had no way to look for her and not waste his time and energy.
So he looked around for the rent a cop that every shopping district featured.
"I'd like to report a missing child." Ichigo sighed. Once she was described, he cop went on the intercom.
Oh she was going to kill him.
Ten minutes laterā¦.
"ICHIGO! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
"I figured! Just where have you been? You can't just wander off!"
"You did! ALL BECAUSE I NEEDED TO 'GET OFF YOUR ASS!'"
"I'm sorry."
"YOUR'E DAMN RIGHT YOUR'E SORRY.. . Wait what!"
"I shouldn't have walked off on you. And I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for trying to kick me into shape."
"Well, thanks I guess." Rukia murmured shyly.
"You wanna look around at some more stores?"
"No. I'm too cold."
"I'd offer you my P.E. jacket, but it ain't here. You should wear better jackets." He chided.
"I'm wearing one right now! It's just really cold right now!" She snipped defensively.
"Well then c'mon."
"Huh?"
"C'mere. I have a jacket."
"Like you'd give me your only jacket." She scoffed.
"We could share it." Ichigo mumbled sofly.
"How the heck would we share a jacket."
"You know. You put my arms around my waist, and I drape it over you."
"How cold do you think I am?" Rukia exclaimed, blushing hotly.
"I don't know, how cold are you?" He snarled, before letting out an 'oof'.
He had been hit square in the chest by a cold shingami.
"Pretty cold apparently. Am I forgiven?"
"Maybe." Her voice sounded quite muffled, seeing as her face was buried in his warm chest. Her hands were cold as snow against the small of his back. He could feel them through his t-shirt.
"Jeez, I feel so used. Am I like a portable personal heater?"
"Not my fault you're warm. Hug me back."
"Your wish is my command you bossy little midget."
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