Title: Necromancy
Word Count: 255
Rating: PG
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, mentioned Shiba Kaien
Warnings: Mild spoilers for the Soul Society arc
Summary: Necromancy was foolish...Right?
A/N: Yay for one word inspiration! Anyways, yeah. This will be the first
in a start of drabbles and stuff that I'm doing in preparation for
NaNoWriMo in November. Yes, I do actually have to start getting
warmup stuff in January. Don't ask. Anyways, I'm relatively
pleased with the way this one turned out. It could have been better,
but it's serving its purpose. Reviews of all shapes, sizes, and
temperatures accepted!!
She was no idiot. She was all too aware that the dead could not be brought back to life. Necromancy was a foolish concept, indulged by deluded weaklings. But that did not stop her from wishing with all her heart that she could reverse what she had done, that she could bring back her first love.
But she couldn't, so she was content with deadening herself, slowly killing her soul. It was a fitting price to pay—a heart for a life.
And then he came along and changed everything. A force to be reckoned with, his cocky smirk and flaming hair merely outward signs of his inner fire. The inner fire that was slowly breathing life back into her own frozen soul.
Every fight she watched threatened to break her again and again. Perhaps he knew this, though she was never sure whether or not this was a conscious knowledge. Regardless, he always made sure to come out alive, made sure that she remained whole.
And then one night, as they sat on his roof and enjoyed the simple knowledge that they had managed to survive as long as they had, she heard him sigh and change position. When she looked over, he was laying down, gaze directed at the heavens.
She joined him, and a shooting star passed over them. She pointed it out with awe and felt him chuckle beside her.
Rukia sighed contentedly and scooted closer to him, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Ichigo could actually practice the ancient art of necromancy.
