Lendra-chan: This be another one of the 12 days of Ichigo Torture themes from the IchiRuki forum. :D 'crouse, I posted this LONG ago, but I wanted to wait a bit before updating.
This theme was Brainwashed. :O
Warnings: Spoilers kind of for those who don't know about Kaien, and an Ichigo in denial.
Disclaimers: -sighs-…-takes out harmonica- I own no one.
Book Six
Couch Cuddling
There was silence.
No words were exchanged between the two, though their stares nearly screamed in a language that only they could speak; a perfect line of connection, severed by the guillotine of the outcome.
You could hear it then; the heartbeat. It was so loud and thunderous as it pumped hot – no, it had gone cold by now – blood through his body.
Its rhythm enchanting; unchanging.
Buh-bump
Buh-bump
Just as consistent as it had been since the beginning of time.
His fists clenched; the flesh making a squeezed leather sound that seemed to enhance in his ear that fumbled and fizzed with static brimmed echoes.
He shook his head. Once – twice.
"No…"
Some believed that he hadn't said a word; that his eyes had been the source of the verbal imitation of resistance - denial.
"No!"
It could not be ignored that time. It was a sharp contradiction; very sharp indeed. One could almost cut themselves on the edge. Blood trickled from his fist for another reason.
"It is no use, my friend. She's already gone."
He had turned to face the voice – he didn't realize it until his eyes met the irises of the creature he had already hated before he was aware.
It was smiling and he was more sentient of it than anyone.
"Her mind belongs to me, now. She's my puppet – my precious little marionette."
Its laughter was the true depiction of the death over all hope. Fear had long since been present in that heartbeat from before. It contracted and multiplied – spreading and expanding to smother those around; drawing them into the apprehension and coating them within its shell.
And indigo eyes were drinking it all in like warm honey.
Ichigo rolled his cinnamon irises for the fifth (or was it ninth?) time and tried his best to keep his teeth from grinding.
Her eyes had not peeled from the screen since the start of the movie. But now, in her dazed and unfocused state of complete infatuation with the film, she not only shuffled over from her secluded edge of the couch to protrude on his cushion space, but had weaved her fingers into the fabric of his shirt sleeve; clenching and unclenching as the horror film commenced its thrills, like a cat kneading a perfectly plush pillow.
"Terrible…! How frightening!" Rukia's voice quivered as she absorbed the events of the horror movie. She clenched the fabric tightly again.
Ichigo glared at her offending hand that was holding his precious shirt sleeve hostage before shifting his glare up to Rukia's profile; attempting his best to draw the girl from he terrified reverie. It was of no use, however, as Rukia did not bother to take note of his half-hearted glower.
Ichigo would just have to endure the rarity of a scared Rukia and the unintentional clingy side affects.
"Rukia, for god sakes, you've read horror novels worse than this. Besides; it was you who wanted to watch a horror movie in the first place."
Ichigo's reasoning did not penetrate through Rukia's phase. She simply remained in her gaping trance. Ichigo made to roll his eyes once again before the next scene that blasted on the TV screen had Rukia's face buried in Ichigo's arm.
Her eyes had miraculously managed to stay routed to the screen. The brainwashed woman had spoken and drove toward the protagonist male, her lover, with cold, lifeless eyes.
It finally occurred to him that, perhaps it was the possibility of being so stripped of your own free will that had her frightened. The fact that you were not in control of any aspect of your own body and would lash out at the ones you loved most. Perhaps, just perhaps, that's what had Rukia nestled so deeply into the reassuring cotton covered muscle of Ichigo's right arm.
He licked his lips off reflex and tried to clear his throat.
Half of him wanted to stay silent and just watch the rest of the movie to get it over with.
And another half, a very small, very insignificant, diminutive, but still half (he ignored that part of it) wanted to bend down and whisper into her ear that she would never be a marionette; that she would remain free of all strings, and he'd make sure of it.
Ichigo had nearly snorted at such farfetched fantasies. Rukia's actions had him loopdie-dooped off his rocker and had him thinking crazy things like whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
He did snort that time. Yeah, like that could ever happen.
He rolled his eyes just once more, and shifted into a more comfortable position to watch the movie with no distractions.
…
Dammnit - !
She was nuzzling again.
Lendra-chan: YEY! It's fluffy and it's kyut and Rukia ish not dead like in the last chapter! XD
I can't write much at the moment due to the fact that I'm kind of on a set schedule – work out, shower, job interview, … Band Camp. Yes, Band camp. I love music. I'm probably the COOLEST PERSON THERE, WHUT. Aside from Karen. XD
Please review? Please? D:
