Last chapter next week. I hope you guys don't bash on Asuka too much ;D.
He didn't reply to her texts, or phones calls; told Yuzu to tell her that he was out. He didn't want her to see him like this, grieving over someone who was slowly disappearing from his life.
"No, I don't care anymore- he can't hide forever Yuzu-chan!" Asuka's voice was shrill and loud, echoing plainly through the Kurosaki household.
She stood in his doorway.
"Fuck. You." She stated, hands on hips, glaring at him with enough malice and disdain to put her at rival with Byakuya. He smiled slightly at that.
"Don't you smirk at me!" She continued. "You ignored me for a fucking month- what the hell did I do wrong?"
"It's not you, Asuka- it's someone else, and-"
"So, you're going to bitch and sulk because you can't see this Rukia and you're just using me as a pseudo-her?" Asuka's face was contorted into a multitude of emotions.
"Arisawa and Inoue told me everything. You loved her, Ichigo- still love her! Didn't Shakespeare teach you anything? Urgh!" She wrung her hands, clearly agitated.
"But fine; whatever. I don't care anymore. Deal without me, and just- just-" words failed her at this point. She sighed, exasperated, eyes glassy.
"Deal with this shit that you have over Rukia, and then maybe I can feel like I don't want to punch you in the face. Please."
And with that, Asuka Fumoto; strode out of Ichigo's room, and his life.