Author's Note: Okay, beings it's the last day of my winter holidays (sob), I decided that I'd treat you all to a double helping. So i uploaded chapter 4 & 5 together jus so ya know...REMEMBER about the rulers? GOOD :)
Please enjoy. Also, there's probably only going to be 10 chapters to this, so...just enjoy it while you can LOL
Rukia laid on her small bed incased inside Ichigo's closet. He hadn't made her breakfast that morning. He hadn't attempted to wake her up. He hadn't laid out clean school clothes for her. Well, he hadn't even washed them. He hadn't done anything.
She was late for school, but she didn't really care. What was really chewing away at her brain was the fact that her diary had been shifted from it's normal position. She bit nervously at her lip. Maybe he'd read it, seen what she'd written. Maybe he'd seen that she'd written about loving him, how stubborn he was, how he'd never understand her feelings. Her stomach felt like it twisting all out of shape. That whole thing with Ishida had made things a whole lot worse. Now she had two MAJOR problems on her hands. It would be far easier if she just fled back to Soul Society.
She began to sob. Maybe Ichigo loved her too, but after reading what she thought of him in her diary, he'd soon go off of her. As for Ishida, Rukia didn't want to hurt him either. It was as if she was suffocating, surrounded by the cold eyes of strangers, judging her for being so mean and heartless to people she called her friends. Her tears were uncontrollable. She wanted, needed, someone to hold her and tell her things were going to be alright...
"Nee-san." Kon whispered, opening the closet door. She was laying down but he knew she wasn't asleep. Not as though he really cared anyway. "Nee-san, are you alright?"
"No!" Rukia cried, burying her face in her pillow in an attempt to hide her tears from Kon. He did notice, however.
"Nee-san, what's wrong? You can tell me."
Funny...That's what Ishida said last night...
"Did Ichigo read my diary?"
"Er..."
"I won't get mad, just tell me the truth."
"Um, yes. We both did. Me more than him, though." Kon confessed, praying she didn't smack him in the face for routing through her things without permission.
"I see..." She sniffed.
Oh, God. He really did see what I've written. He's going to hate me and it's all my fault. I shouldn't have wrote those things...
"He didn't want to, Nee-san. I made him. He wanted to know whether you liked him or not, so I said he should read your diary."
"Kon! Why did you do that? You know that a diary is personal! Congratulations, you just made my life a whole lot easier - NOT!"
"Well, it's not my fault you wrote that you loved that Ishida boy, is it?!" Kon put his hands on his hips and frowned.
"I didn't write that." Rukia looked at him puzzled. "I wrote that I love..." She trailed off.
Shit! I ripped the page out that had Ichigo's name on it! The page that was left must have 'Ishida' written on it! Oh, no! Ichigo thinks I love Ishida!!!
"What?!"
"Kon, I don't love Ishida, look. I ripped this page out because I was angry at Ichigo." She handed him the piece of paper from her pocket.
Kon scanned it before confirming: "Yup. I guess you're right."
"Does Ichigo think that I love Ishida?"
"Yes...well, we both did, until you showed me that. Maybe you should come clean and tell Ichigo how you feel before this mess gets even bigger!"
"You're right, Kon." Rukia stuffed the paper back into her pocket and got off the bed. "I just hope I can tell him before he finds out that Ishida kissed me."
"Ishida WHAT??!!!!!"
Why does my chest ache so much? Why am I so god damn angry? It's not as though I'm jealous of that freak Ishida, is it? No way. He's not worth getting all annoyed at. He's such a wuss, anyways! Fine by me if Rukia wants to marry the Quincy and have little freaky kids running around their cottage in the suburbs. I guess I just have an infection or something. Flu, maybe. Or it might be something more serious. Oh, well...
"Ichi-gggoooooo!" Keigo leapt on Ichigo's back and smiled. "How are you today?"
"Fine 'til I see you!"
"Are we still not talkin' to Kuchiki-san?" Keigo asked, his face as bright as the sun. He was obviously hyper about something. But then again, Keigo always was. "You two should really sort things out! It's stressing me out not seeing you two together all the time!"
"Oh, shut up!" Ichigo pushed him off his back and sat down beside the window.
I kinda wished I'd spoken to her this morning. It feels sorta lonely without her, even though we haven't really spoken a word to each other over the last couple of days. Today seems to be the worst. I sorta...miss her.
Rukia ran all the way to school, thinking about what had happened the night before. How Ichigo must've felt when he'd read it. She felt so bad.
She panted as she stopped just outside the classroom door. Her classroom door. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would explode. She knocked on the door which was closed for some reason. She smiled as Orihime opened it. Orihime's expression was not a cheerful one, however. Rukia padded inside. Everyone was crowding Ichigo for some reason. He hadn't seemed to notice her standing there with a piece of paper in her hand.
"I'll tell ya I ain't talkin to Rukia," Ichigo began. "'Coz she is a selfish bitch. Always thinking of herself..."
Ichigo suddenly stopped as Keigo nudged him and pointed towards the door. Ichigo's smug smile quickly faded as he saw Rukia's face.Her beautiful eyes swelled with her tears.
"Rukia...I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Rukia fled - crying as she went.
Fuck! I've made her run away again! Fuck it, Ichigo! If only you could keep your damn mouth shut!!! Ichigo thought drastically as he ran after her.
He'd followed her all the way out of school. It appeared that the security guard wasn't around that day. The school grounds were so empty, as though the world had died the moment Rukia became upset.
"Why are you following me?!!" Rukia screamed, tears burning her cold face as she jogged out of the main gate. "Just leave me alone!"
"I'm sorry! Rukia, I am SO sorry. I wasn't thinking when I opened my mouth."
"Yeah, you never think when you open your mouth. That's your problem."
Ichgio caught up with her and grabbed her arm. Pulling her towards him.
"Don't even TOUCH me! I don't want your filth on my arm!" Rukia pulled her arm away, clenching her fists. "You know, all I ever did was like you. Worry for you, cry for you, listen to you, admire you. Love you. And all you can do in return is throw it in my face. I swear you must hate me, because there's no other reason why you'd act this way."
"Well, how do you expect me to react? When you love that damn Ishida!"
"I can't believe how blind you are..." Rukia said softly. It began to rain heavily. Ichigo realized neither of them had a coat.
Rukia held out the piece of paper. "Maybe you should get some evidence before you accuse me of such a thing."
Ichigo took the paper off her, and with one last look of desperation Rukia ran off.
Rukia sat herself down on some steps that were placed in front of a house. She didn't know where she was. She'd run so far that she'd gotten herself lost in the rain. The sky was so dark that the street lamps were lit, her only light. It was probably best to wait until the rain stopped, then maybe she would be able to grasp her bearings.
Suddenly the door behind opened, and a tall figure stood before her.
"Rukia?" A calm voice said.
I know that voice...
"Are you alright?"
It was Ishida. Wearing checkered pajamas, holding a bin bag filled with what Rukia presumed to be trash.
Ishida...? Shouldn't you be in school?
"Ishida, I...I never knew you lived here. I thought I was lost, then...then you just...just c-came out."
Damn this is awkward...
"Hey, you look freezing, come inside." Ishida dropped the trash bag down beside the steps and gestured the warm light glowing from in his doorway.
"So, why aren't you at school?" Rukia asked, sitting herself down. Ishida closed the door behind her, then sat down beside her.
She could feel her body grow tenser. Why did he have to sit so close? It made her feel uncomfortable, knowing that Ichigo should be the one close to her and not Ishida. Rukia could practically feel Ishida's warm breath against her neck. She shuddered.
"Oh, I had a bit of a cold. It's perked up a bit. So hopefully you shouldn't catch anything." He smiled, causing her to smile nervously in return.
Did I subconciously know where I was going? Did I plan it? What a coinsidence that I just happened to end up at his house and he just happened to be home!
"Why aren't you at school, then?"
"Well, me and Ichigo had an arguement, and I...I ran away. He didn't try to run after me. Well, he did at first but...You know it feels like he dosen't care about me at all."
"I don't know whether he cares for you, Kuchiki-san," He wrapped his arms around her. "But I do." He kissed her gently on the forehead.
No! Please! I don't wanna feel extra guilty, please!
But even though her mind willed her to wriggle out of his arms, she couldn't. It was like a replay of what happened the night before. She was frozen. Screaming for help inside her head but her mouth wouldn't fall suit. She was truly paralyzed.
"Ishida...please..." Rukia squeezed from her lungs.
"Hey, what happened to your arm?" He inquired, spotting the graze on her elbow.
"Oh, I must have scraped it when I fell over in that puddle. It's nothing big." Rukia confirmed, inspecting it thoroughly.
"I'll go get some cream. Here, I'll put the radio on - something for you to listen to." He smiled sweetly, turning on the stereo before leaving the room.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
As her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
Oh for GOD's sake! Who thinks this song fits perfectly with the moment...Ermm, Rukia Kuchiki!
Ishida could've written the friggin' song himself it fitted so well. Rukia guessed he wouldn't mind spending every day in the pouring rain. He'd probably like to fix her broken smile, and like her to stay a while at his house. And the worst of all, she most possibly was loved by him.
"Here." He said, rubbing the cream over her wound.
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
"You really are pretty, Rukia."
I know I tend to get so insecure
"And I know that I'm a little shy and afraid to say how I feel..."
But that dosen't matter anymore...
"But...does it really matter? I know I can be hard to work with sometimes, but do you think you can see past my faults? And like me truly for who I am?"
Rukia sat dumbfounded. Had those words really just come from Ishida Uryuu's mouth? Did he write that song? What was she doing there?
Hang on! That's it! I'm supposed to like Ichigo for who he is. Yes, sometimes he can be selfish and occaisonally forgets to think about people's feelings before he speaks, but...He makes my life complete. Even if lately he has seemed a little weird, but, you know, I've been weird too. I should give him some slack, I guess. I gotta get outta this place!
"I'm sorry, Ishida. I've gotta go." Rukia stood up and smiled a genuine smile. "I've gotta apologize to Ichi."
"But, he's so mean to you. He treats you like shit!"
"Like I said, sorry!"
Rukia opened Ishida's front door and ran through the rain again. But this time it was to find the person she loved.
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