Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo-dono, not me.
Authors note: I recently began watching Bleach and was fascinated by the characters. So here is my little ficlet about Ichigo thinking on Rukia, when he entered the Soul Society and is seen sitting on the roof of a building.
Why did I come here? What was so important – who was so important that I dragged my ass all the way to Soul Society? I contemplated as I sat atop the roof of the old man that was allowing us to stay the night. My eyes were fixated on the wall that separated myself and the reason that I came here in the first place – Rukia. Even now, weeks after she was removed from my life I can't and won't forget about her. The way she fell into my life and turned it upside down, the way she smirked when I did something that she approved of. Damn that bitch! How dare she just walk out without so much as a proper goodbye! And that letter what the fuck was that about? Where did she get off just leaving, running away no less. And telling me to hide out, stay off the radar, what about her huh? What was she going to do? Die for me? Again? I sighed, that was what she was going to do exactly. She was going to die and take the blame for everything. She reminds me of a quite soldier, the only thing on their minds the betterment of everyone but themselves.
Those tears. That night. It rained so heavily that I thought I would drown as I watched her leave. Here eyes, they were so sad, so…human. She had wanted me to live, to forget and live my life as best I could without a second thought to her predicament. Like that was going to happen. Everyone, dad, my sisters, and all my friends went to see the fireworks before we left. I remember specifically wishing that Rukia was there to see it. She would have been fascinated, and I would have revelled in the gazes that she cast to the sky in wonderment. I even think I would have smiled, if only a little. She had become so ingrained into my life that even at night I would check the closet to see if her blankets had been changed, when in fact I had just left them. Thankfully Kon let me be. I had kneeled where I knew she laid her head and gingerly touch the pillow that still held the imprint of her small head in it. I could smell her in this small space, I could never place the smell at home, but here, now I could. I looked up at the sky; this place smelt like wildflowers but flowers that I had never seen before, which is what she smells like, unknown, beautiful, wild flowers. But Rukia was never beautiful in my eyes she had been enchanting. Her pale skin, the deep ebony locks that surrounded her face, and her violet eyes, which held so much pent up emotion that at times all I wanted to do was help her feel those emotions, without restriction, just the two of us.
I had told Gangyu, that I owed Rukia, which wasn't entirely true. I do owe her but not just for saving my family and my life but also because she had made such an impact on my life. And well…I can't see me living without her next to me. I chuckled, I never thought I'd think that about that little annoying brat…but I am and I want her by my side, always. I look to the sky and wonder if she can see the same thing. Is she facing in this direction? Or is she placed in some dark cell where it's wet and dirty. Where she is cold and alone…I growl, not knowing is what is happening to her is putting my nerves on end. She could be anywhere in that place and in any condition. They could have beat her, they could be starving her. Anything! And I can't do a damn thing about it. DAMN IT! I stand up and glare and the wall, I'll get you back Rukia one way or another, you'll be coming home with me, where you belong.
