Author's Note: This was written on another one of my totally random whims which inspire me write. I sort of created this one single line in my head and elaborated off that lol. I really like Bleach, but haven't written anything for it before so I hope it's decent.
Spoilers: None whatsoever
Disclaimer: Nup, don't own Bleach.
Never Beautiful
A Drabble written by Elusia
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In his eyes, Kuchiki Rukia had never been beautiful.
The delicate and child-like body. The dark and depthless eyes. The black and silken hair. No, to others she may have been, but to him, she was never beautiful.
He watched her now, sleeping soundly in the reigning darkness, silver-blue streaks of moonlight filtering through the wavering curtains. It illuminated her skin, this ashen glow, making it pale and creamy like snow in the twilight. His gaze lingered on her face, half masked and obscured in the shadow that surrounded them both. A few soft, incoherent murmurs emitted from her opened lips mended with the silent air as her chest, rising and falling in a rhythm of breathe, moved steadily underneath the blanket that he had, earlier that night, placed over her sleeping frame.
No, she was not beautiful at all.
He always thought her to be missing certain feminine qualities. The traits akin to innocence and cheerfulness that he found so prominent in girls - namely Inoue - his age. She was too bossy, too assertive. So unlike she was to them, as darkness was to light. Opposite and lacking in every sense and form, so she never was, to him, beautiful.
He felt himself shiver.
A soft requiem of the wind slithered, cold and icy, through the opened window. He saw her tremble, the tiny form quivering ever-so slightly beneath the breeze's frosty caress. She frowned faintly, two lines shaping between her brows - in an expression alike his usual one - as she unconsciously pulled up the thick blanket.
He went to close the window immediately. It emitted a muted creak that penetrated the heavy silence.
There was a soft rustling of blanket.
'Ichigo?' Her poised voice, entwined with the slightest tinge of confusion and weariness, seemed almost small in the darkness.
'Idiot, you feel asleep on my bed while I was studying. I was about to wake you…' For a moment his voice wavered, something totally uncharacteristic of him.
She was smiling, so very faintly it he might have easily missed it in the darkness.
'Thank you.'
He nodded, the usual scowl plastered on his face as she turned on the lamp and got out of his bed, heading into the usual closet that was her makeshift abode. She shut the sliding doors, veiling herself from the outside world. Veiling herself from him.
Not beautiful at all.
Kurosaki Ichigo walked forward and slid into bed, covering himself with the still-warm blanket as he turned to switch off the lamplight. The light was luminous, golden and dazzling. Something totally and utterly beautiful against the hour of night.
And the thing was, he hated it.
For he never did like beautiful things. The light had hurt his eyes - he was use to the darkness and the sudden brightness blurred his vision.
A small click plunged him into total darkness he once more.
He shut his eyes, wearied yet content as he buried his face into the pillow that presently smelt like her shampooed hair.
It mattered not that Rukia was never beautiful; he liked only the darkness, anyway.
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Note: By the way, I don't think Rukia is ugly or anything lol - she's rather cute in the manga. Tell me what you think anyway. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcomed.