Ever Watchful Wolf 2
First of all, I would like thank the readers for favoriting and alerting this story.
I don't own Bleach, sadly, but that's the bitter truth.
Rukia stood at her window with bloody clothes on that she didn't bother to change. She was scared for discovering a beast and confused for having her first kiss stolen by the very same beast. Yes, a very tragic issue for her. But she didn't hate it. Whatever it was, a kiss or a just a lick, she didn't hate.
The beast saved her and pardoned her life, and now she wanted to see him, again. Though it was a foolish desire she wanted to see him again. Thus, she made a simple plan.
She would leave a first-aid kit at the tree where she was kissed or rather licked. A simple but a naïve plan.
Next morning, Rukia got up earlier and went to pharmacy. She planned to leave a first-aid kit at the tree in the woods, but then she remembered how werewolf's wound healed. But the bullet might be still inside his shoulder. After estimating the probability of having a bullet in the shoulder, she ran back to the pharmacy and bought all the supplies like tweezers or what not. On her way to the woods, Rukia considered the previous night's events and shivered at the thought of it. But she had made her mind and she wasn't going to back down.
Walking through the woods and looking for the particular tree was harder than Rukia had anticipated. She had no coordination of the woods whatsoever, so Rukia looked for the footprints on the ground that would guide her to her destination. With several attempts after going in a circle, she found the tree where she could see a torn piece of cloth from her dress. Rukia placed the kit there and went back to finding her way out of the woods.
She had finally accomplished it – her task.
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Stark was lying on his usual place - a tree branch - ready to take another nap but when he perceived a familiar scent, his sleep vanished. He sniffed the air and recognized the scent from the night before. It's her. She came. Stark followed the scent as he jumped from one tree to another till he saw the very same woman leaving the woods. Stark stayed there and watched the woman till his eyes could no longer see her. He felt a twinge of happiness in him. Deep down he hoped that the woman had come to see him. There wasn't any other reason for her to come to these woods again after what happened last night, not any reason that Stark could think of.
Adjusting his thoughts and trying to come up with a reason of why she had come back to the woods, Stark made his way to the very same tree where that woman sat shivering in fear. Hopefully, her scent would still be there. At his arrival at the peculiar tree, Stark was surprised to see a white box at the root of the tree. He had seen it before. Humans use it in emergency situations where one is hurt; at least I think they do. Stark opened the box and saw small tools, some of them he recognized whereas some of them were novel to him. He found a small card at the side of the box that said 'Thank you' causing Stark to smile at her honesty and modesty and overall at her ingenuousness. He looked at the tools once more, hoping to find something else that would catch his interest, but nothing. Only the card.
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On her way back to her mansion, Rukia felt a bit stupid. She could not imagine a werewolf patching up his own wounds. He probably doesn't even know what the box is or how to use it. So, Rukia decided to come back tomorrow, if the kit is still there, she'd assume that the beast has no sanity, well not enough which would help him in using the first-aid kit.
"Rukia, where were you?" a man asked as Rukia entered her mansion.
"Nii-sama, I just went to take a little walk around the town."
"Very well, but I suggest that you should be more careful, especially at night."
"Yes, nii-sama." Rukia said and departed for her room. She hadn't told her brother about last night, and there was no way she could ever. Byakuya was noble and prideful man, but he had his own ways of caring for those he loved. He was famous for being a cold-hearted man but that didn't change the way he cared for his sister. Though he was cold towards Rukia, he had always done everything to keep her safe. But there was no bond, no loving bond expressed explicitly. His caring for his sister was always implicit and embedded. He had grown detached from the world ever since his wife died and this loss had left him in agony and pain that no one could alleviate. Thus, he lived lonesome and unable to grow on affections. Thinking about her brother had always been hard for her. She knew the pain he was going through and didn't want to bestow him with further pain that might detain him even more.
With the night becoming more heavier, Rukia got ready for bed and hoped that tomorrow when she goes in the woods the kit won't be there
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Stark looked at the mansion and focused on the window that he aspired to enter through. With one leap Stark's feet took him above the ground and placed him in the balcony of the window, the very same window through which the woman looked out from. He slowly pushed the window, hoping for it to be unlocked. To his demise, it was locked. Not again. Feeling irritated at his repetitive failure, Stark peeked through the window and the fissures between the curtains and saw her small form sleeping in her oversized bed. I'll try again tomorrow. Stark thought and went back to his wilderness.
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Next morning Rukia woke up and waited for her brother to leave only to slip out of the mansion to head for the woods. She walked slowly towards the woods taking her time to organize her thoughts. She had been having strange dreams recently where the same werewolf would enters her room through the window and nibbles on her skin and leaves small marks. They weren't nightmares but Rukia was confused and couldn't understand that why she would have such dreams night after night and why did she enjoy those dreams.
Now, those dreams made her carry her feet in these woods to look for the werewolf. She was terrified the first moment she saw him, but she didn't know how she would react if she were to see him again, in reality. Rukia made her way through the woods to arrive at the tree and was disappointed.
The kit was there.
With heavy feet, she reached the kit and opened it. Rukia was shocked when she opened the kit. There were no tools in the kit, rather the whole kit was full of flowers – moringa flowers whose scent escaped through her nose and causing her to smile as she read the note placed in between the flowers 'You're welcome'.
Rukia laughed softly and picked out the card and ran her fingers over it. So he can read and write. Rukia looked around to see whether the literate beast is around but she found only herself holding to the card as her life was in it, in the wilderness to which she was starting to become attached to. Happily, she sat down at the root of the tree waiting that the beast might show up. But the beast didn't. As the sun started to set, Rukia picked up the kit and made her way to her mansion without realizing that the beast she was waiting for sat up the very same tree under she had waited, watching her every move and never taking his eyes off from her, with a real smile on his face.
Both of them decided to come back at the same spot tomorrow, again.
There, chapter 2 is finally finished. Though it's a bit short, I hope it's not a disappointment. Reviews are appreciated.