Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Everyone in life had something that they couldn't live without. Something that was their constant, an object or person or place that kept them sane and happy. For Ichigo it was his phone. Ichigo's Blackberrry 8820 Smartphone was his connection to all he'd left behind. To the people he loved and would die for. But mostly, it was for Rukia. Because no matter how capable they both knew she was Ichigo couldn't go a day without making sure she was okay. Even though his dad, Yuzu, and Karin were there with her, making sure she was safe Ichigo had to hear it for himself. He had to hear her voice tell him that he was being stupid, that she was bored with graduate school, that she had run out of money and he should get his butt back here so she could get the last Chappy mug.
Ichigo sat in the local coffee shop surrounded by Japanese English Dictonaries and Essays about Shakespeare's numerous plays. This week they were studying Othello. It wasn't one of Ichigo's favorites, but tragedies were never his favorites, he always thought that the world had enough tragedies as it was, so why should people make up more. But he had to admit that this was a tragedy that spoke volumes of racism and the power of emotions. It was the kind of tragedy that was so horrific that people wanted to forget reading it, but it was also something that they never forgot because of the power the story has. Ichigo snorted when he realized that Rukia would somehow relate Ichigo to the story, probably something to do with masochism.
Speaking of Rukia, Ichigo checked his cell phone, five o'clock, which meant that it was about ten over there. He grimaced, he was late, she would be pissed, if she was even awake. Ichigo dialed her number, which he knew by heart, and hoped, prayed that Rukia was still up. He hated leaving her hanging, and not just because she would be pissed as hell at him the next day, he always felt like he'd let her down, after all he'd told her he would call, and for Ichigo that was as good as a promise. Ichigo never broke a promise, not if he could help it.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Shit, she wasn't picking up. Normally it only took a couple of rings.
Ring.
Ring.
Hell, she hated him. He wanted to die.
Ring.
Ri--. Hi this is Rukia, I'm busy right now so it would be great if you could leave your name and phone number. As soon as I figure out how to work this stupid machine I'll call you right back. Thanks, bye.
Damn, now he had to leave a message, he hated leaving a message for her. Mostly it was just another reminder that he'd failed to call her on time.
Oh, and if this is Ichigo, don't bother leaving a message. I'll call you back when I'm damn ready...Asshole.
Beep.
Fuck.
AN: Thank you to all my reviewers! You are the inspiration that keeps me writing! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter I have finished finals (FINALLY!) and I sort of have a computer. I should be updating regularly, if not please send me a kick in the butt.
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