Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Maybe that's why all my socks are gray and dirty?
Title: Blurry (Blurry Trilogy Part 1/3)
Genre: Alphabet prompt B-Blurry, Light Angst
Characters: Ichigo, Rukia
"Ich….go…"
A voice was calling out.
"chi…oo…Ichi…"
At first I couldn't make out what they were trying to say, but their worry was evident as they got closer.
"Ichi…go…Ichigo…!" The voice called again, so close this time I could make out that it was female. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead I choked on what I hoped was just water. From her reaction, it probably wasn't.
"Ichigo! Ichigo get up!" She was right next to me now and started yelling. If I could have moved my hands, I would have covered my ears. There was pain everywhere, but the ache in my head started to escalate the more the girl screamed.
"D-dammit…" I managed to choke out. "S-stop yelling about fruit, I…I think I'm hurt here."
"Fruit? I'm yelling about you fool! How hard did you hit your head?"
I had no idea what she was talking about, but at least she wasn't screaming. I started to open my eyes and nausea swept through my stomach as my vision doubled. Everything was blurry and making the pain worse so I closed my eyes tight and concentrated on breathing. The girl stopped talking and instead pressed a hand on my chest. I clenched my teeth when she pushed into whatever wound I had, but soon I let out a hiss of breath as my body started to buzz with warmth.
She was doing something and though it was definitely weird, it was making the pain and nausea go away. After a few moments of whatever magic healing touch she must have had, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
She was…pretty. Well…probably more than pretty, but I was still in a haze. She had dark black hair, matted with sweat and what must have been blood. And her face looked too fair to be covered with cuts and bruises.
What the hell happened to us?
Her expression was an odd mix of relief and frustration. I didn't like how she looked at me as though this was my fault. Wait…it wasn't…was it?
She pulled something from her pocket, a cell phone I guess, and looked at me as she dialed. "We need Inoue to come here. I did all I could with your chest wound, but I'm worried that moving you could make things worse."
"Who? Wha..? Just call a hospital or something." I tried to lean on my elbows to get up, but instead the girl pushed me back down, letting my head hit the gravel. "Shit." I cursed. Did she forget I was injured?
She didn't apologize, and instead leaned closer. "Ichigo what do you mean hospital? You remember Inoue right?" My eyes fell away from the pressure of her gaze and slipped down to her chest, which happened to be a mistake on my part, since her robe was loose from whatever fight she must have survived.
"B-back off!" I stuttered before scrambling as much as my weakened body would let me. The more my vision cleared, the more confused I felt. We were both dressed strangely, as if cosplaying some manga. There was even a damn good replica of a sword next to me. Nothing was making sense and my headache was coming back.
The girl stopped moving towards me, but her face looked even more distressed. Closing her phone and focusing all her attention on me, she slowly reached for my head.
I let her, and wondered if she was doing that healing touch again, because I felt so warm under her hand.
"Ichigo…" She said slowly. "Do you…do you remember me?"
"Uh…" I felt guilty for what I was about to say. She looked like she'd be crushed, but lying would have been pointless. "Who's Ichigo?"
To be continued...
AN: I don't like this one, but it's keeping me writing and that's the whole point. I'm hoping the continuation of this chapter will pull it together and make it better. Also, anyone willing to come up with a word to prompt a story would get my thanks and possibly a fic out of it. I've already got B, N, and P, but the rest of the alphabet is free. This is my first time doing a sort of request so I'm kinda excited hehe. Thanks for reading!