Ok, I apologize that I haven't modified the first chapter which is supposed to be entitled " HER THOUGHTS of HIM". The first chap, as you know, is from Rukia's POV.
Now this chapter is from Ichigo's POV, and I'll give it a title of "HIS THOUGHTS of HER" (duh, like it's hard to even guess that :D).
The Bold Italic parts are, as you all know, the lingering words of Kaien-dono to Rukia, and I inserted them because Rukia's reminded of those words in this chapter.
I do thank you for reading my little stories, I TRULY appreciate it. I'm still having a difficult time in constructing the correct words and my grammar isn't that good too :( I'm still learning the English language, so please bear with me :)
BLEACH is the only manga i read until now, and that's because of this pairing. Hope you guys enjoy...
Chapter 2
HIS THOUGHTS of HER
"Do you know where the heart is?"
"Where the heart is?"
"Where the heart..?"
"Where...?"
It's like watching a movie, when the lead female star discovered she got herself a disease that couldn't be cured and that she couldn't be saved from it.
In slow motion, you're seeing her eyes becoming bigger, her breathing might have just stopped, and then recognition, fear and sudden longing started flashing in those big purple orbs all at the same time. Then, as soon as it began, those orbs were back to their normal shape, her breathing calmed down, and her face became unreadable.
Just when you thought she's OK...
….
…
..
.
Shit.
He cursed himself and tightly gripped the stick he's holding. Her hands... Her hands were shaking.
And he could've just killed himself.
Or she could have just punched him straight to the face for him to know his place.
Hell, he preferred that a lot more than seeing her like this, expressionless, yet you knew that there's something going on in that head of hers, and her heart might just be in frenzy right now.
"It's ok, you don't need to answer" he said, putting an end to their conversation.
Then he stood up, threw the stick, placed his damp hands inside his loose denim pockets, tapped his left foot and waited, but no response came.
He silently wished for that silent treatment.
Though he didn't know which was harder, being aware that she might not give him an answer or being unable to guess what her response could be.
He also couldn't seemed to comprehend why his heart's pounding really fast, like... like it's going to come out of his chest, or why he needed to tap his foot just to take the awkwardness away. The tension between them was becoming surprisingly intense. He's overwhelmed with the fact that she could make him feel like this. That a simple answer from her would turn his world upside down.
It scared the hell out of him.
He clenched his hands firmly inside his pockets as he cursed himself all over again.
A few moments passed before Rukia, with a grave sigh, decided to copy his action and stood next to him. Her face was still unreadable and her eyes were gazing straight ahead, towards the beautiful sunset right in front of them. Suddenly, there's an aura of sadness that enveloped her image. He thought she looked like an ethereal goddess who lost her way in woods.
His mind went hazy with the notion as he continued to stare at her.
"Kaien-dono was my former lieutenant."
The poignant words that just came out on her lips concluded the admiration and respect she had for the guy. Ichigo felt a sudden and unexpected tug of resentment.
A moment of silence passed between them
"Do you know where the heart is?"
"Where the heart is?"
"Where the heart..?"
"Where...?"
Then she surprised him when she finally shifted her gaze back to him. Her eyes were misty and her sad smile unbelievably rocked something inside him.
"He's the first man I've ever loved..."
Tears were falling down her face in an instant, hot, fast and unstoppable.
Ichigo felt that 'something' in his chest trembled as he watched her.
It's like in the movie again, yet this time he's the lead star who just discovered his ailment, a pain in the chest that would never go away, a heavy burden within him that he, for the life of him, couldn't properly name.
Then she whispered the last few words that washed cold over his dreadful emotion.
"... I killed him."
