A/N: Another sad one I warn you...but its still sweet and fluffy...
I would gladly like to deticate this to all my wonderful reviewers...you are all my inspiration in writting, as my love for HitsuRuki grows! May the love of HitsuRuki consume everyone of you...even for a little bit :D Love you all greatly!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach...
He barely listened, the voices drifting past his ears but never entering. He didn't care about the people present, nor did he care about their arguing. He did, however, care about her fate. What they had heard was clearly an act against all laws, and only when it had been confirmed did they begin to decide on what to do. He was angry at that fact. They had not even allowed an excuse to escape her lips, not that it would change the mind of those who decide their very fates.
But he was mad, angry, annoyed and bitter as he gazed at the sixth squad captain. Not even a word or emotion came from him. He did not care; did not care what happen to those of his own name and clan. How could he be so inconsiderate to listen to those decide his own sister's punishment.
As quickly as his anger was directed to Byakuya, it shifted and instead was directed towards himself. Was he any better? Was he not just standing there listening, waiting to hear the decision. They were captains; Captains with an obligation to Soul Society, therefore he could do nothing. He was useless and a coward. She will die because of his fucking duty to the very thing that was taking her away.
The halls were quite and barren, and only the soft pitter patter of feet were heard. The figure moved quickly, its body progressing down the halls in a hurry. He couldn't wait, couldn't hold back, as the serene image of her face plagued his mind. It would haunt him; besiege him until he faced her directly. He was nervous, nervous and agitated that he would not be able to hold up in front of her. That his stoic face would fall and all that he was would diminish within the deep depths of her eyes, like it always would.
Or worse, that he would no longer recognize her as the same woman that she was. That all he felt was just an imagination within his own inner world, a dream in which could of been reality. Perhaps they were nothing but a figment of their imagination. She would hate him, hate him for not doing anything, for just listening to the death sentence of Kuchiki Rukia.
But he couldn't...no, he wouldn't turn away, not now that he was here, now that the dark outline of the door that lead to her cell came into his view. He will face this, whether it be today or another...
She was tired and weary, her thoughts knotting away in her mind. She could only think about one thing...him. Was he mad? How did he react? Would he still love her? They weren't the best questions to think about, but they were the only ones she could progress in her mind. Not even the slight thought of her brother, Byakuya, or her best friend Abarai Renji, could clear her thoughts. No, they were all on him and how he would feel towards her now.
She was faced away from the guards, her eyes gazing up at the moon through the barred window. She was alone, alone and forgotten.
She wasn't too sure what to think when the doors behind her slid open. She didn't flinch, neither did she turn around to look at her visitor, in fear of knowing who it was. She could hear the guards shift forwards, and an extra set of feet as they neared her cell.
"Leave!" She jumped at the command, even though she knew it was not directed towards her. How could it be, she was caged in a cell? She was, nevertheless, surprised to hear his voice, even though she knew it would be him. But that voice was different, more angered and defiant...yet scared and frightened at the same time.
"B-But taichou, w-we were told not to let anyo-"
"I said leave!"
"Y-Yes sir!"
It was quite for a while, the doors quietly sliding shut behind her, signalling the departure of her two guards. It was then, in their solitude, did she turn around to regard him. She was afraid of what he might look like, what he might say. But the sight of his face wasn't what she expected. He looked angry yes, but there was the slight swivel of fear...of sadness. Was he that upset with what she did.
"Hitsugaya-taichou..."
"Why?" It was short and abrupt, all emotions splaying in that one word.
She walked closer, her hands reaching to grasp the cold bars of her confinement. "I-I'm sorry Toushirou...I-I hadn't-"
"Why? Why did you do it? You new the laws of Soul Society, of becoming a shinigami...and yet you defied them! You disgraced not only all of Seirieti, but the Gotie 13! So why, why did you do it?"
'He is mad at me, ashamed of what I did...'
"I-I'm sorry." She wiped away the unshed tears at the corner of her eyes, unwilling to let them fall...yet. "I-I was selfish. I was dying...bleeding from a wound that shouldn't have happened...and the only thing I thought of was...was...was seeing you again." This time she let them go, not bothering to raise her hand to brush them away. No she let them fall, let them fall in front of him, in front of the one man she cared the most for. "I had wanted to see you one last time before I died. Even if you're mad at me, I just wanted to see you again..."
She couldn't finish, her shaking form and blubbering not allowing her to do so. But she didn't have to, she said all she needed to say, and it didn't matter whether or not he cared.
She was surprised, to say the least, when he was before her, his hand reaching through the gaps of the bars. It was surprising how his hands were so soft upon her face, his thumbs gently rubbing away the wet trails left on her cheeks. He was so kind, and has always been so kind with her, whether she were at fault for something or not.
He leaned his head against her jail cell, his eyes softening as his gaze met hers. He didn't hate her, she could tell, for the eyes were said to be the windows to the soul. And in his eyes, she saw herself, and she saw their happiness.
"Shhh...Rukia...I could never, in a million years, be mad at you, nor would I let you die." He smiled at her, making her eyes sparkle with comfort. "I am only upset to see you where you don't deserve to be...in this cell. And I will never let them kill you...even if I have to face Yamamoto-geryusai, or the king himself!"
She smiled at him, her eyes glittering with more tears at his confession. She would tell him not to, tell him that she will accept her fate, but she new he would not turn back or let her die. He was too stubborn that way, she found that out many years ago.
Clasping his hand in her own, she raised it to her lips and kissed his hand before whispering back, "You, Toushirou Hitsugaya, is what I live for..."
A/N: So what did ya think? Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to put two sad drabbles right after one another, lol! I hope you liked it though...
...I just gotta add one thing...HitsuRuki forever:D
Okay so as I've said to many, the next one won't be a sad one...I hope! I guess its whatever pops out of my little head first...
