Okay guys I'm really sorry it's been a while, (not that anyone's subscribed or reviewed) hint ;). Its just I had exams.
Inoue's point of view.
I sat on my crushes bed, crushed and destroyed. I'd tried to maintain a smile and I'd failed with one small task. I'd failed again, failed at protecting Ishida-kun. Real good friend aren't I, never mind girlfriend. Ichigo gave me a look, this look was one of concern and worry, like the one he once gave Rukia.
Rukia left recently and hasn't come back, and ever since then Ichigo hasn't been his usual fiery self. He hasn't been as hot-headed either, if he fails at something he doesn't try again too many times like he used to. It worried me deeply; as now he got cut easier, and there was no heart behind his sword, no will nothing. He just goes through the motions now. Who knew she had such an impact on him?
Whenever he defeated someone now his eyes would be full of remorse and regret, however he shrugged it off every time calling it 'duty' nothing more. However it's his choice if he continues being a Shinigami representative or not, its like through staying a shinigami he's hoping to find Rukia again. Everyone else in our class had forgotten about Rukia, they'd even forgotten her existence at all. However Ichigo and I will never forget her and are in debt to her for what she's done for us.
A gentle hand brushed fiery hair out of my face, I looked up knowing it was Ichigo, he gave me a reassuring smile, yet his eyes showed nothing but pity and sadness. Like he was regretful that he hadn't been able to save Ishida, I knew what he was going through, I felt the same.
Why? Why hadn't I done something? I knew I should have done something but I hadn't had the courage and now he's dead.
I noticed the curtain billow in a non-existent breeze, Ichigo's eyes followed my own, to find no-one other than the source of his happiness. Well that's what I assumed anyway since as he gazed upon her a small smile graced his features. There bold as brass stood Rukia, violet eyes scanning us both a blank expression on her own face.
A couple of minutes later, a 'pineapple' as Ichigo called him appeared in the open window of the room. I'd never been more relieved to see him and his tattooed face.
"Orihime," he said with a nod in my direction. Ichigo was still staring at Rukia as if in shock of her return.
"Abarai-kun," I replied as he came closer to myself looking at my eyes, an anxious look came across his face.
I then let the tears fall from my eyes, I'd tried not to but clearly the task now was too difficult. Renji's face was a mixture of shock and horror; he stood there biting his lip clearly not knowing what to do. His eyes narrowed before he glared at Ichigo.
"What did you do to her?" he asked, small flames dancing in his eyes.
"I did nothing, I was just comforting her," Ichigo growled, his and Renji's noses at this point were almost touching.
I sat there with Rukia and simply watched the two hot headed men scream at each other. Are they trying to deafen everyone in the room? Rukia placed one hand on my shoulder in a comforting way, as if she knew. She gave me a gentle smile before embracing me where I cried into her chest. Now I knew why Ichigo had liked her.
All of a sudden the image of sora's hollow became vivid in my mind; it then distorted and became an Ishida version. It was then I silently prayed that would never happen.