okay, so this is the second installment, (thank the heavens for spell-check cause i can't spell to save my life...)
it's from renji's pov.
enjoy and review.
ps if anyone can tell me how to format my story so it actually turns out the way i want it to...let me know. :S
just a lost cause...
the sun was setting over the whitewashed buildings of the court.
It gave them kind of an eerie glow....
Another day...
gone.
Renji stared out across the sight, legs crossed , atop the division 6 barracks.
This sunset reminded him of that day.
The day he had truly and utterly lost.
Lost the only person he felt cared about him at the time.
Lost the person who, everything he had done for the last 50 years, was for.
It reminded him of the day he lost Rukia.
Lost to a mere ryoka.
there was blood everywhere.
On the ground
on his clothes.
in his hair.
on his blade.
But he still stood in front of her.
Maybe it was the adrenaline still running through his veins.....
but she had never looked more beautiful.
He was bleeding badly, but at the moment, it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but the brown eyes staring up at him.
"Rukia ..."
"Renji...your hurt....let me get someone from division 4...."
she turned to shunpo... but Renji had a firm hold on her arm.
"Rukia,...i....i love you..." he spoke quietly.
she didn't look around.
She just stood there.
Motionless.
Silent.
The setting sun casting a glow on her otherwise dark hair.
Renji marveled in it's beauty, making the mistake of letting go of her arm.
And she ran.
She never looked back, not once.
When she was out of sight, renji fell to his knees.
It seemed to take an eternity for his shins to connect to the ground.
He just stared.
And then it went dark.
….......
when he woke, it was alone.
It was dark.
Not a calming darkness,
but a cold, bone biting darkness.
Like the night after a loved one dies.
He felt his body.
He was healed, save for a few deeper wounds.
He took some time, lying there, to reflect.
He thought of their childhood.
Of their time at the academy.
Of the day Rukia was accepted into the Kuchiki family, into nobility.
Of the days in seireitei.
Of the times spent aiding Ichigo.
Oh, how she looked at Ichigo.....
it was ….just a lost cause.
He knew it when he spoke to her.
But it was his last chance.
He balled his fist as he looked out the window.
….....
that was five years ago now.
Rukia, in an apparently valiant effort to distance herself from him, had decided to denounce the Kuchiki family (much to their disapproval) and live in the living world with Ichigo until he died.
She hadn't spoken to him after he had confessed to her.
Maybe it was better that way, but....
There were times that he....
thought it was a bad dream....
but it wasn't.
And now he was alone again.
Sure, he had friends.
People who, he had come to realize, cared for him.
Ikkaku and Yumichika, Iba, and Kira, amongst others.
But it wasn't the same.
Nobody could take Rukia' s place.
….....
or so he thought.