Enjoy Life

The orange haired boy stood at the foot of the cement pavement that overlooked the beach below him. He wore a jacket that he happened to take a fancy to last year. It was midnight blue, not his favorite color in the whole wide world, but it was warm and comfortable for those afternoon breezes in fall and spring. The sun was beginning to set, he noticed it was earlier then normal, at least that's what his circadian clock told him.

"Sit" A soft voice to his left commanded him. Without looking, he did as he was told, dangling his legs over the edge and staring at the setting sun that bathed itself with painted colors of red, blue, orange and yellow.

The voice sprung up again, not surprising him like a blast of bad music, but more like a soft melody that played in his ear; sort of like a Stradivari violin being played to a random tune that he could never place, "They never have sunsets like this back there." the soft female voice commented to the setting sun.

He just silently stared at the sun as it slowly set. What made this event special, different then all the other thousands of sun-sets he witnessed over the years? Even with this person at his side, he felt as if this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, like he would never see this again and that he should relish in this moment while he was alive.

He glanced over and noticed that his friend he was sitting with had her arms folded as she shivered slightly in the breeze, without any warning, Ichigo took off his jacket and placed it around his female companion's arms. She looked at him, somewhat mystified at this sudden gesture of kindness. "Stop looking at me that way, dammit. It's obvious you're cold, so just wear it til we get home."

The women just looked at him with honest eyes and smiled, "Thanks. Ichigo." a short chuckle escaping her breath as her gaze turned back to the setting sun.

"Rukia," He started, shifting his gaze partly again to the girl to his right, but before he could say anything more, a soft feeling of skin covered his lips. She held a pointer finger over his mouth, he looked at her slightly confused.

She looked at him with some sort of strange compassion, not the same kind that you would give to a puppy, but a rough compassion of understanding and perfect sync, at least for the moment they were. She took her finger off his lips and set it on his hand, "Shut up and enjoy life." She moved uncomfortably closer to him, her hand taking his and moving it onto his lap, and her arm brushing up with his. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he just sat there. For a short second, a smile appeared on his face; everything was right just for that moment in time. That he is just enjoying life how it is, and that was fine.