And you probably all thought you had gotten ridden of me...
A short drabble, just 'cause I'm bored and I really need to get back to my Bleach vibe, after a month and a half of continuous HP fic. I'm not quite sure I like it, but oh well, it's something. The prompt for this was: Parents. And about the last drabble, I very much prefer Tite's version of the reunion, oh yes.
(pst, reviews make me happy. )
Bittersweet
By: Nekare
Guilt
Ichigo still feels guilty about his mother's death, and most probably, he always will. As he stands under the light drizzle that has flatten his rebellious hair to his skull, Rukia's fingers intertwined with his and the tombstone in front of him painted with the endless grey of the cemetery; he can't help but let the guilt gnaw at his entrails, making him raw with the bile of his anger at himself and a small part to the hollow who took her life away.
(What makes him want to scream irately is the fact that he couldn't kill it when he had the chance, that he was to weak to avenge the sweet mother that smiled at him and sang at him when he couldn't sleep.)
Rukia is talking to her mother-in-law, telling the tomb about the wedding and the way she had tripped as she walked down the aisle, and how Renji kept on coming over to steal the leftovers and so many other mundane things; filling the silence she knows he hates so much (and he loves her for that). A pointless act, for she knows as well as he does that his mother's soul was consumed on that rainy day, a costly exchange for his own life.
The rain falls harder, as if to haunt his conscience even more; and when Rukia finally is quiet and squeezes his hand softly, he swears he'll somehow (someday) make it up to his mother.
After all, he's not alone anymore.