Drabble 2:
Title: Possibilities
Words: 339
Authors: Mizu and The Rose Society
The next morning, Rukia woke up with a distinct feeling of dread. Ichigo had left early that morning for his finals, kissing his sleeping wife on the head softly before leaving the apartment. Unable to sleep after her disturbing conversation with Shirayuki, she at least feigned sleep while Ichigo got ready in the morning so that he wouldn't worry about her. As soon as he left, she got dressed and headed out the door. 'Shirayuki said that something was interfering with our bond,' Rukia thought as she made her way to the convenience store. 'To interfere with a shinigami and her bond to her zanpakuto, there are only a few reasons...'
'But it can't be.' Rukia frowned. 'Can it?'
She'd come back from the convenience store with a few necessities and at present, was digging herself a trench as she paced back and forth down the hallway of their little apartment. She should put away the groceries, she thought, thinking of the eggs she'd abandoned on the table.
She decided that she was going to make some tamagoyaki tonight, as she normally did every Thursday evening. She was going to use the sake she normally used for cooking. She was going to have a normal dinner with Ichigo. She was going to have normal conversation asking how his last final went over cups of celebratory sake. She was going to make sweet love to her (cutely) drunk husband since things were always extra exciting when he was intoxicated.
She smiled to herself, absolutely delighted that she'd formulated a perfectly logical itinerary for the evening. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo she'd purchased at the convenience store, and brought it to the bathroom. Humming a song out of tune, she entered her bathroom, feeling extra light. Something, however, caught the corner of her eye as she placed the bottle of shampoo in its new home next to the conditioner.
"Please tell me that's not what I think it is."
It was a thin blue line.
So much for drinking tonight.
To be continued…