Run To You Chapter 18: Stranger, a bleach fanfic

A/N: Another decently fast update. A little shorter chapter. It is named after "Stranger," by Secondhand Serenade. Happy Birthday, OtakuRukia! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own your hearts. They're mine.

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Chapter 18: Stranger

Rukia sat at her desk and typed away as Shuuhei stood at the door. He watched her with a smile on his face as he leaned the side of his head against the doorframe. She was so elegant. He always found that remarkable. She could be wearing pajama shorts, a baggy t-shirt and her hair up in a messy bun and he would still find her to be one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. That's exactly what she was to him at this moment.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked with a smile as he took a step in the room.

She looked at him immediately and smiled. "No, I think I'm fine. Thanks anyway." She gave him a wink and turned back to her laptop.

He loved staring at her and knowing she chose to be with him. All he had to do was continue to say that in his head and all the anger and insecurities would die down. She was with him; not Ichigo. He smiled at that. He truly loved Rukia and would do whatever it took to not lose her. He was going to give it his all when Ichigo was going to fight back, that much he knew.

Then, Rukia's phone flashed on her bed, but the raven haired woman didn't notice. He looked at her and then back at the phone. He quietly picked it up and saw she had one new text message. After taking a few seconds to decide whether or not to do what he was itching to do, he decided. He read it. 'Hey. Call me. I want to see you tonight.' Shuuhei couldn't help but flare his nostrils seeing as it was from Ichigo. He didn't want to give him the opportunity to confess or win her over. It was too dangerous. Shuuhei knew how close the two were and he felt it was too possible for anything to evolve from the currently platonic relationship. So Shuuhei was going to do what was necessary. He turned off the phone and put it in his pocket before walking towards the door.

"Tell me if you need something," he said with a smile at the door. She gave him a "mhm," response and kept typing away.

"What do you think? Should I call her house?" Ichigo asked eagerly as he sat on the edge of an armchair in his living room. His leg shook nervously.

Uryuu stroked his chin as he sat deep into the large comfortable couch. His other arm was draped over the back of the piece of furniture. "You could… but maybe she's avoiding you," he said, considering the situation and staring off at nothing in particular.

Ichigo's eyes shot towards his friend on his couch. "You think Shuuhei said something?" he asked urgently with his stomach seeming to rise directly into his throat.

Uryuu squinted in concentration, yet still did not meet Ichigo's gaze. "It's possible…"

The orange headed man threw a hand through his hair. "God damn it! Give me a straightforward answer!"

The man wearing glasses finally looked over at his friend. "How am I supposed to do that when I don't know the answers?" he asked with an attitude coming through.

Ichigo groaned and threw his body back against the chair.

"Just call her house already," Uryuu said rolling his eyes. He had spent the past forty-five minutes talking with his friend about his future plan of action. Apparently Ichigo needed some sort of guidance, so he chose to explain his new revelation to Uryuu Ishida. Kaien would have not considered anything and would have either suggested to tell her straight out or Kaien would tell her himself. That was something Ichigo wanted to avoid more than anything. So as a result, he chose to ask Uryuu for help.

Ichigo shot up faster than a freight train. He went to reach for his phone, but then paused. He looked at Uryuu in hesitation. "What if she is avoiding?"

Uryuu just shrugged. "How are you going to know if you just sit here?"

Ichigo gave a single nod and took a deep breath as he found her number and held the phone to his ear. It rang once, twice, thrice, and then it picked up. "Rukia! God, what have you been doing? Have you gotten my messages?"

Uryuu threw a hand over his face and shook his head. "A bit too eager," he mumbled to himself.

"What are you trying to do, Kurosaki?" a much more manly voice than Ichigo expected said in response. "I'm not giving you the chance."

"Shuuhei?" Ichigo asked with attitude dripping in. "This isn't your phone," he said flatly with a frown.

"I sleep here. I can answer it," Shuuhei responded coldly.

"You can't just hide her away from me. That's a bit possessive, don't ya think?" Ichigo glared at his coffee table as he spoke.

"It's working so far, isn't it? When was the last time you talked to her?" Shuuhei asked with a smirk, presuming it was the night he cut Ichigo's cheek open.

"Last night," Ichigo said flatly. He couldn't help a smirk of his own coming to his face. Then he remembered Rukia had lied to him. 'Shit.'

"What?" Shuuhei asked startled. "She worked last night…"

Ichigo already blew it for her. He'd apologize later. At least if her boyfriend confronted her about her lying, then she would know Ichigo had been trying to contact her. She could only be mad at him for so long… or so he hoped.

"She came to my birthday party last night. Geez, Hisagi. Don't you know what your girlfriend is doing?" he added sarcastically. He wanted to laugh at the mere thought of him fuming on the other side of the phone.

Shuuhei frowned deeply. "She said she was meeting with her editor."

"Well the only meeting she did was with me. She saw my face by the way. She was concerned about whether or not my cheek was not in pain. You should have seen the way she touched my skin with her cold, tender fingers," he made it sound so much more than what it actually was, but he did remember how hypnotic the touch felt to him, so it wasn't that far off.

"You son of a bitch," Shuuhei said through teeth as to not draw attention to himself. Rukia wasn't near him, but he didn't want her hearing anything.

"How lovely," Ichigo said with a victorious grin.

Shuuhei suddenly smiled. "But there's something you can't do anything about, Kurosaki," he led in. Ichigo raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he waited for his rival to continue. "The fact that she's upstairs in her bedroom wearing a pair of her very short pajama shorts and an easily removal t-shirt. I could go upstairs right now and she'd be all mine."

Ichigo found himself growling. Uryuu was actually somewhat afraid of what his friend was about to do. He tried to push himself deeper into the couch to avoid getting a table leg through his head after Ichigo smashed it against the wall. His imagination wasn't too far off.

The orange headed man stood up immediately, grabbed the edge of the coffee table he had been glaring at before and flipped it into the wall. It split into two uneven halves. Uryuu raised both eyebrows at the anger running through the young man in front of him.

The crack of the table against the now dented wall was heard on Shuuhei's side of the phone as well. "Wow. Someone sounds excited," he said with a chuckle. "Don't worry. I'm going to keep her company right now. Bye, Kurosaki." And then the phone clicked.

Ichigo found his mouth wide open and his heart beating out of his chest. He gave a wide eyed look to his friend until his body took over. He ran towards the door.

"Ichigo! Where are you going?!" Uryuu yelled as he tried to jump up and follow him, but heard the door slam before he could see it.

Shuuhei took his stance by her bedroom door. He leaned his shoulder into the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. His held was tilted down slightly, but his eyes remained completely on her. She was still typing. He had been watching her for almost two minutes.

Rukia finally sat back in her chair and let her body drop. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders as she let a great amount of air exhale out of her mouth. She spun on her chair and jumped slightly. "Shuuhei! How long have you been standing there?!"

He smirked, "Not too long." He leaned away from the door and began to walk in. His stride seemed to consist of a hidden agenda. Rukia watched him sway towards her with graceful steps. Her eyebrow began to rise slowly.

He took his place behind her and planted his hands on her shoulders. "You need a break. You've been working yourself senseless," he said as he massaged her.

Rukia closed her eyes and gave into the incredible feeling on her tense muscles. She rolled her head along her shoulders and let out a moan. Shuuhei began to grin. "I don't know," she was able to say through her enjoyment. "I still have things to get out of my head and down on paper." He then leaned down to her neck. "Come on," he said with his breath running along her skin. "Let me entertain you," he said as she felt him smile against her skin. He then began to kiss from her shoulder up to her ear.

Rukia began to smile. She turned to look back at him as she tried to stop a chuckle, "Who's the one looking for entertainment exactly?"

He grinned at her, "Caught me." He quickly leaned further down and captured her lips. Slowly as their lips moved to the same rhythm, he moved towards her side. She didn't realize it until he managed to get his hands underneath her and scoop her out of her chair and into his arms. She grabbed on instinctively to prevent from falling.

"Do you want my heart to stop beating?" she said with laughter.

He smirked. "Not just yet," he said as he placed her on her bed with him following on top of her.

"Shuuhei," she managed to get out in between kisses. He was overwhelming her actually. She had no idea where this came from. She wasn't going to lie; it felt good. But she wished she knew what caused it. "I really have," she was interrupted by his lips again. "I really have to finish."

"Later," he allowed himself to say as he began to reach for the bottom of her shirt.

"You have to leave and meet with your manager soon," she was able to say as he moved back to her neck.

"We've got time."

She began to place her hands against his chest when something suddenly grabbed her attention. She heard it once, but hesitated as Shuuhei continued to focus only on her.

Then, she heard it again and again until it became very obnoxious. Rukia pushed her hands against his chest so that she could escape from underneath him. He grabbed her wrist as she began to make her way off the bed, which caused her to turn and look at him.

"Just ignore it. They'll go away," he said pleadingly. Rukia raised an eyebrow, "Whoever is ringing that thing like it's a video game isn't stopping until they get the high score," she said tearing her arm away from him. "Besides, I have to find out what's gotten into you when I get back," she said suspiciously as she straightened her shirt.

She walked out the door and began to jog down the stairs, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she yelled in irritation.

She finally opened the door with a frown and to her surprise she found Ichigo standing there leaning with both arms holding onto each side of the doorframe. His breathing seemed heavier than usual. She raised an eyebrow. "So you're the child…"

He swallowed and stood up straight. He put on a grin as he saw her completely dressed in the way Shuuhei originally said she was. Nothing looked disheveled. "Hey Rukia."

"You okay?" she asked suspiciously.

He nodded slowly, "Peachy. You?"

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "Great… You made it seem like something was urgent by the way you continuously rang the damn doorbell."

Ichigo had to think fast. "Yeah, I, uh," and then it clicked. "You haven't been answering your phones. I thought something might be wrong so I ran over here."

Rukia squinted at him, "I didn't answer my phones? My cell never went off and my house phone only rang once. Shuuhei got it." She then leaned slightly to the side to see behind Ichigo. Her mouth dropped open. "You drove your bike here?!"

Ichigo's eyes went wide as he looked back at it parked down the steps. He looked back at Rukia, who looked royally pissed off. She glared straight into him with her arms now crossed stiffly over her chest. To say he was afraid would have been an understatement.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she growled at him.

He had no idea what to say. He tried to back away, but she took a step closer. "I-"

"What were you thinking?! Do you want to die?" she asked with incredible force.

Ichigo felt as though his entire body shrunk. "Not just yet," he replied sheepishly. He backed down a few steps in an effort to avoid her wrath.

"I can't believe how much of a complete moron you can be!" she yelled taking another step forward. He was now half a foot shorter than her due to his backpedaling down the steps.

Ichigo swallowed, but then noticed Shuuhei smirking as he came into sight deep in the house. Ichigo glared and then looked back at the fuming petit woman.

"I'm sorry! I came to see if you were okay," he said with sad eyes. "I didn't really think about it when I jumped on it and sped off," he added, which was partially true.

Rukia exhaled and looked at him. "Well I'm fine, Ichigo. And I'm glad you are too," she said with a smile coming to her lips. "Thanks for caring if I'm alive or not."

Ichigo smirked, "Right back at ya."

Rukia let a concerned face show. "What? You could have died getting this," she said placing her fingers gently against his healing skin. He grinned internally at what Shuuhei must have been feeling at that moment. He almost let the grin come to his face, but tilted his chin towards the ground to hide it.

Rukia took this as an act of shame. She smiled sadly at him and slid her fingers from his cheek to underneath his chin. She raised it slowly so that he would look back up into her eyes. "So allow me to prevent another near death experience, okay?" she said lightly, holding back a laugh.

Ichigo was completely taken back. He didn't expect that. His heart went soaring. He didn't even have enough energy to argue with her; she had taken it all away. "Okay," he said softly as he continued to stare up into her violet gems.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" Shuuhei said coming up to the door. Ichigo could see the distress in his eyes. This only made him smirk as Rukia turned to look at her boyfriend. "Apparently he couldn't get through the phones to contact me, so he thought something was wrong. He came to see if I was okay."

Shuuhei raised an eyebrow, "She could have been out, you know."

Ichigo frowned at him, "She doesn't go out when she knows she has work to do."

Rukia looked between the two men and felt oddly uncomfortable. Ichigo finally realized how long the two of them had been glaring and then looked to Rukia and back at him. "Did I interrupt anything?"

Rukia looked at Shuuhei quickly and then back at Ichigo. She spoke as Shuuhei began to say that he in fact had. "Nope. I was actually about to take a break," she said with a fake smile to avoid any awkwardness. "Why don't you come in and keep me company. Shuuhei has to leave for a meeting soon," she said walking back into the house.

Ichigo winked at Shuuhei as he followed Rukia passed him, further into the house.

Shuuhei looked down at his watch and flared his nostrils. He looked back at up and saw Ichigo settle into an armchair in the living room. He looked to comfortable and Shuuhei knew he had to leave now to be on time. "I actually have to go now," he said sadly when Rukia looked back at him.

"Really? I thought you had more time?" she said somewhat disappointedly.

"No. I was wrong," he said as she walked up to him. She stood about a foot away and stared at him with sorry eyes. He gave Ichigo a glance and saw him watching intently. So Shuuhei took a step closer and wrapped his arms around her waist as he took her in for a passionate kiss. Rukia wasn't really ready and was quite shocked actually.

When he pulled away Shuuhei was surprised to see a blush on her face, but smiled nonetheless. She pulled a few strands of loose hair behind an ear as she looked towards the floor in embarrassment. She didn't really know why she was embarrassed or why she would have rather him not do that. Maybe because she knew Ichigo was watching, but that she wasn't even sure about.

Shuuhei began to walk backwards with a grin. "I'll see you later," he said finally before walking out the door. Ichigo wanted to run after him with the glass picture frame sitting next to him on the table. He grabbed the arms of the chair firmly instead.

Rukia walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. "So," she said uncomfortably as she tried to pretend the little public display at the door didn't happen.

"How about we get out of here?" Ichigo said with all seriousness in his voice and eyes.

Rukia was somewhat speechless from how assertive he was. "W-Where?"

"Anywhere. Doesn't matter," he answered quickly.

"I don't know. I still have to finish a chapter and-"

"Let's go to the park. You can even write there if ya want. I'll just keep you company," he said with a genuine smile.

Rukia thought of a reason not to go. He had just given her a reason to go actually. "Spontaneous as ever," she said sighing as she stood up.

"So what does that mean?" he asked as she walked towards the stairs.

She looked over her shoulder as she continued to move towards the stairs, "That I'm getting changed."

After arguing about taking Rukia's car instead of Ichigo's bike, they finally left for the park in the 'safe' car.

Ichigo now lied completely down on a blanket with his hands linked together behind his head to act as a pillow. He looked up at the clouds in the sky as the sun poured down onto him. Ichigo was scribbling away into a notebook. He could breathe in the hot summer air and was able to separate it with the smell of the huge glorious lake in front of them. A row boat was passing fifty feet away from them.

"So are ya still not gonna tell me anything about your book?" he asked still looking at the moving clouds. He popped his head up and stared at her. He saw a smile form from the side of her face.

"Not a word." She still had her hair in a messy bun, but somehow she looked so delicate with it. She wore a pair of three-quarter jeans that were rolled up just under her knees. Along with them she wore an off the shoulder white t-shirt.

He huffed as he rested his head back on the ground. "That's some crazy dedication."

"Mhm," she responded as he continued to hear the scratching of the pen against paper.

He let a few minutes pass by before he sat completely up. "I have a question."

"Mhm?" she said without looking up at him and continued to write.

"Why do you think we're friends?" he asked looking out onto the lake with his legs stretched straight out in front of him. His arms were stretched behind him with his palms against the ground, holding him upright.

Rukia stopped immediately and looked up at him. "What?" she repeated. She didn't know why he even said that. She took in his appearance as she tried to understand. He wore jean shorts as his white collar stuck out from underneath his grey t-shirt, which had angel-like wings stretched out across his entire torso.

'Maybe I misheard him,' she finally thought.

He turned his head to stare at her. "I said, why do you think we're friends?"

She blinked a few times without giving him a readable expression. "What kind of question is that?" she asked in annoyance.

He sighed with irritation, "It's a question I need you to answer."

Rukia put her notebook down on the ground beside her and placed the pen in her hand on top of it. She looked back up at Ichigo. "We've known each other forever. If we didn't like each other before, we're bound to like each other by now."

Ichigo immediately shook his head. "I think you're wrong."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "How is there a right or wrong answer?" she asked incredulously.

"Because I thought about that reason before," he said in defense as he stared at the row boat. "I don't think our past has anything to do with us being friends now."

Rukia stared curiously at him. "Explain."

Turn Around
Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction
So there is a connection

He turned to look at her. "The relationship I have with you now is different. It's not based off our past. We met up in an unplanned place at an unplanned time. And you fell into my arms that day with no guarantee that I would be there to catch you."

Turn Around
Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction
So there is a connection

Take a look at me so you can see
How beautiful you are

She smirked and titled her head. "But you always catch me," she said trying to prove her point.

He shook his head again. "No I don't. I mean- no I didn't." He sighed, "A long time ago I let you fall." He frowned sadly, "And that's something I'm trying to make up for."

You call me a stranger
You say I'm a danger
But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight
I'm broke and abandoned
You are an angel
Making all my dreams come true tonight

Rukia looked down at her lap for a moment. That really did feel like a lifetime ago. 'Maybe it is completely different,' she thought. She looked back up into his passionate amber eyes. "Ichigo, you don't have to make up for anything. That was a long time ago-"

"And I've been regretting it everyday since then," he interrupted confidently.

Rukia frowned sadly. She didn't want to hear that. For years she told herself that she hated him for breaking her the way that he did. She told herself that he was the cause for the pain; the one to blame. Now he had just taken it back, or tried to at least. How could she ever hold that against him again? His voice was strong, but she knew how vulnerable that left him.

I'm confident
But I can't pretend I wasn't terrified to meet you
I knew you could see right through me
I saw my life flash right before my very eyes
And I knew just what we'd turn into
I was hopeing that you could see

Then, to break through her thoughts, a bang was heard throughout the sky; thunder. Ichigo continued to look only at her; not distracted by the running of couples or families towards their cars or the continuous growth of rain drops. The droplets hit his hair and skin, but he didn't even flinch.

Take a look at me so you can see

Rukia began to get up. She picked up her notebook and pen eagerly as the drizzle turned quickly into a downpour. Ichigo stood up slowly and stepped off the blanket as she grabbed it and wrapped her notebook in it. She began to walk away when Ichigo grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him, "Ichigo, we have to get to the car before we're completely soak-"

You call me a stranger
You say I'm a danger
But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight
I'm broke and abandoned
You are an angel
Making all my dreams come true tonight

"Is it so hard to look past what I've done to you? To see this new person and not picture the same one that tore you apart years ago?" he asked in almost a whisper. The pouring rain almost blocked him completely out.

You are an angel
Making all my dreams come true tonight

She was frozen. The need to escape the torrential downpour was gone. They were already soaked to the core. She turned to face him completely, his hand still gripping her wrist comfortably. "I don't think," she paused as he stared deep into her very soul. She looked away, not being able to take his gaze. Her eyes settled at the waters edge ten feet away. "I don't think that's possible."

Take a look at me so you can see
How beautiful you are

Ichigo's throat closed up as his heart seemed to bury itself deep within his chest. It hurt to hear her say the words he only had nightmares about. He was ready to give up.

Take a look at me so you can see
How beautiful you are

Her mind was racing. Where had all of this come from? For the past weeks they had lived as if no past ever existed and then out of nowhere, he brings up that question. Why? And then he asks her if she could ever forget the man he used to be. How ridiculous. She couldn't help but let the corners of her lips curve upwards secretly. "How could I not see you as the same boy that I used to know?"

Ichigo felt his chest take another stab. He knew he should give up. That was his queue. But he had one last thing to do before he was ready to bow down in defeat. He grabbed her chin and turned it towards him. Her eyes stared steadily into his. And then, he leaned in and conquered her lips.

Your beauty seems so far away
I'd have to write a thousand songs to make you comprehend how beautiful you are

I know that I can't make you stay
But I would give my final breathe to make you understand how beautiful you are
Understand how beautiful you are

The blanket covered notebook dropped to the ground. She didn't know what happened, but before she could guess what he intended to do, he was already kissing her. She took that back. He wasn't just kissing; he was confessing everything to her. His deep, passionate, rhythmic kisses took over every sense in her body. How could she deny something that she yearned for? Something that quenched what she felt was a never-ending thirst? The only part that frightened her was the fact that she wasn't even aware of those facts. But now she found herself glued to him.

You call me a stranger
You say I'm a danger
But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight

Their dripping bodies clung together as one of his hands found their way to the small of her back, pushing her even closer, while the other was placed between her shoulder blades, leaving no skin untouched. One of her arms wrapped around his neck as the other brushed through his wet, orange locks.

I'm broke and abandoned
You are an angel
Making all my dreams come true tonight

Everything around them stopped. They no longer heard the booming thunder or saw the many people scurrying for cover. They no longer smelt the fresh rainfall scent or felt the trickling of new drops falling down onto them. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

You call me a stranger

Their beginning needy kisses turned into slower and more savoring ones. His hand that was between her shoulder blades moved to rest on the side of her neck, while the hand that combed through his hair was now placed against his chest. She could clearly feel his fit body against hers with the help of the rain causing their clothes to stick and reveal every little outline.

You say I'm a danger

Then, they leaned back and rested their foreheads against one another as they began to try and catch their breath. His hands rested on her hips as her palms rested against his chest. Water droplets slid down strands of Rukia's hair and dripped onto her skin. Rukia's mind continued to race like before. What was she doing? How did this happen? There was so much to think about; so many questions to ask and answer herself. She pushed away from him slowly.

You call me a stranger

Ichigo didn't expect to have gotten this far. By the way their conversation was going he figured he would have been slapped. But he was so very thankful of the real results. His lips tasted like hers; he could remember that warm lavender taste anywhere. How could he forget it?

He felt her push away against his chest and his eyes locked with hers. She stared sorrowfully into him. "Shuuhei," she said sadly.

His hope was diminishing fast. "What does that mean?" he asked, holding onto the strength he still had left.

She shook her head, "I- I don't know. I'm still with him. This is wrong," she said without looking him in the eyes.

"Is it?" he asked eagerly. "Is it wrong?" his voice grew stronger.

She brought her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. "I don't… know anymore," she said shaking her head slightly with indecision.

His hard facial expression softened. "Then find me when you do," he said in a whisper. He began to walk away.

She remained standing there until her mind began to work. She began to walk after him in the pouring rain. "Ichigo! It's raining like hell and I drove. Let me take you home."

He continued to walk. "Suddenly I love the rain. I'll walk," he yelled over his shoulder as thunder boomed overhead.

Rukia stopped and watched him walk until he turned a corner out of sight. She looked back at the rain leaving ripples in the lake and remembered her last visit to the lake while it was raining. She had thought of the opening of her book then. She spoke of raindrops and hearts falling soundlessly. Now that time had passed, she tried to understand if her philosophy still made sense to her.

"Why is it that no one ever hears a single drop of rain? It is only until a thousand drops fall when they are finally heard. But why is it that when a thousand hearts are falling, that isn't heard? If no one can hear that, how will a single heart be heard?"

Back when she thought of that, the only heart she had in mind was her own. Now, she finally listened. And she realized that back then, her heart wasn't the only one falling; after all this time, she now heard his calling out to hers.

You say I'm a danger
But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight…

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So, I owned (past tense) your hearts at one point during this chapter. And then you took them back when I gave Rukia a conscience and confusion. I cherished them while I held them though. But you were not dreaming. After 17 chapters of nothing but flashbacks and personal growth, they DID kiss. Hope you're happy, Zapenbits. :) So tell me your thoughts! Later