Weeks had passed since Ichigo had gone on the search for pills that Rukia ended up not even taking. You could say that he was more than pissed when Rukia had taken the small bottle that contained the little red tablets that would've helped her headache vanish. Throwing them away had left Rukia in a tight grip of guilt. So she knew Ichigo wasn't anymore happy then she was. He risked his life and she was at fault. Who wouldn't have been pissed? Their life had been shockingly silent for them since finding Nel and truthfully… They were glad to have found the small abounded girl. Rukia and Nel lounged most of the day flipping through photo albums or reading aloud to one another. Ichigo usually sat aside watching, sometimes reading. Even practicing on the guitar he had found when taking a thorough inspection of the house.

He had been shifty of the house even after the short while they had been there. He was scared something was hidden and ready to attack or maybe the house wasn't properly built and ready to collapse on them. He wouldn't know. So the proper thing to do was inspect every nook and cranny of it.

He began with rooms. Bedrooms specifically. Regardless of the fact they only used the one. He needed to make sure. He picked up the house here and there during his search. The house was neither a mess nor spotless.

He had finally made it to the attic and he was a little shaky about going up. Not really scared... More nervous of whether the houses ceiling would collapse underneath him and kill him. He pulled the thin sting that was secured tightly to the ceiling, letting the folded ladder fall down, creaking as it descended. Dust cascade down with its release, the orange haired man shielding his eyes with his forearm.

After the shower of dust subsided, golden brown eyes looked up into the heavily shadowed attic. His keen eyes leveled the ladder that stood before him. He released a heavy sigh before hitting the smooth on button of the small LED flashlight and sticking the blunt end between his teeth. He reached for the third step from the bottom and tugged roughly to test its stability. He pulled upwards and let his right foot descend slowly onto the second step. He released his grip from the step above and proceeded, slowly, up the remaining few steps.

As the rest of the attics view came into sight Ichigo stopped at the second to the top step, letting his eyes surveying its cluttered status. His eyes squinted passed the darkness only to see boxes upon boxes. His legged pulled his foot upward to take the remaining step leading him into the dark quarters.

Only to hear a harsh creak and snap when he put his weight upon the wooden step. His booted foot falling throwing and back down the step he was previous situated on. Curses passed around the flashlight that was gripped tightly in the young males' mouth. Ichigo looked down at the snapped wood and at his leg. He let out a low growl and continued up, pulling up onto the sturdy boards. Ichigo slowly began to shift between each stack of towering boxes. He removed the flashlight from between his teeth and flipped it in his hand before adjust its bright light onto surrounding objects. His eyes darted from box to box, finding nothing dangerous or anything suspicious. He let out a rough sigh and began to question why he was being so stupidly paranoid. He took a final glance before turning around and stepping into a loosely closed box. "Fuck." He grunted out. He could hear the soft crunch of broken glass that he had stepped on and was scared to see what was broken. Granted he knew he wouldn't be punished but these were someone's precious memories. He felt in the wrong for breaking them. He knew if someone was in his home and broke something of his that held sentimental value he wouldn't be too happy. Even if he was dead.
He lifted his foot out of the box and bent down to inspect the items that were previously underneath his foot.
Until, something gleamed from the corner, something that was being hit by the only natural light. His eyes looked at the ridiculously small triangular window and followed the rays down to what had caught his eyes. The sleek curves of its shiny surfaces blew through the coat of dust that lay on top of the vintage
Les Paul. Ichigo stood straight and stared across the attics space and directly at the abandoned guitar. His feet silently carried him towards it until he stood above the instrument.

In that moment, he remembered when he was younger and his mother had taught him all the basics of playing a guitar. He remembered begging her to continue teaching him until he could hear a song and instantly knew what cords to pluck. He gently picked the dusty black guitar up by the neck and brought it up until he could place his hand underneath the body and look at it more closely.

Ichigo had immediately asked who's it was only to find out it belong to the little green haired girl father. Nel had saw the yearning in Ichigo's eyes and let the older male have the precious instrument. He spent hour's just strumming random cords and even input background music for the two girls during their reading sessions. It made Ichigo feel like his worries washed away with every smile from Rukia and every strum of the cords.


"This again!" Rukia's frustrated voice was controlled but still harsh, even in her low tone.

The two, Rukia and Ichigo, sat silently on top of the homes roof. Both were restless and Nels tossing and turning didn't help the two in entering dreamland. They both decided to climb up and gaze towards a silent, starry night. The entire surrounding was peaceful and enough to help the slight insomnia they were experiencing. Until, Ichigo brought up moving again. Rukia's mood instantly turned sour at his suggestion. She was happy here and so was Nel. Neither wished to leave.

"I know this isn't making you happy but I'm starting to get this feeling…" Ichigo scratched the back of his neck, leaving his hand placed at the nap. "I just have begun to feel unsafe. I don't want to leave but I think…. I think it's essential that we do." Chocolate brown eyes shifted from the raven haired beauty's to the bright full moon and back again. "Rukia our resources are dwindling and you know it. We can't stay here forever."

As agitated as the woman felt she knew her partner was correct. She sighed, frustrated, "Yeah, I know but where do we go from here?"

Ichigo simply stared at her with an expression that told her that he wasn't sure. Rukia simply frowned and looked away. She couldn't be mad at him. What was she to be mad at? That he only cared for their safety? Being angry at him wasn't going help anything. It was just going to get someone hurt and survival was at the top of their list. What more could she do? She had to agree and get Nel to come. She surely couldn't leave her here. She has grown attached to her. And when the time came Rukia was desperately going to need the small teen.

Amethyst eyes caught the dark chocolate of the males beside her and all she could simply do was give a short nod.

They needed to leave and there was nothing more to it.


Both Ichigo and Rukia made a promise to tell Nel but to hint and push before actually leaving. Their first attempt wasn't too positive but extremely short. In a way, Rukia was quite amused with how Ichigos first attempt had gone. Neliel had walked into the living room and Ichigo had simply asked about needing to talk about leaving soon and the younger girl replied with a low 'No.' and walked right back out.

Raven haired woman began to wonder how Ichigo was going to get such a headstrong girl to actually leave her home. It may not be safe but staying would eventually get dangerous. They needed to find people. A group of some sort. Rukia knew this and so did Nel. Rukia let out a heavy sigh and turned her attention back to the worn paper back that sat shut on her lap. Her fingers slide down the spine and over the cover. She flipped open to the last page she had read.

"Well, too bad because we are leaving. You have no input in the matter." Rukia could hear the finality in his voice. She shut her book after only reading only one small paragraph. Rukia set the novel to the side of her and watched as Ichigo walked into the room she was currently set in. The older male walked in, brows furrowed deeply. "I swear, that child."

"Ichigo, we talked about this." She's told him countless times. "You need to be more sensitive. It isn't easy for her to just get up and leave."

"Well, that sucks for her, Rukia, because that's kind of the world we live in. In a moment's notice we might have to just leave. She can't keep ignoring the world out there because eventually it is going to come after her and she'll be defenseless." Ichigo's eyes were a blazing honey as he made direct eye contact with heavy indigo ones. "What more do you want me to do?" His voice sounded like it was strained with desperation and it plucked at something in Rukia's chest.

Ichigo was doing everything in his power to keep both girls safe. He feared nothing more than losing her and she was sure that he didn't want to lose Nel either. The only thing she was doing was keeping a secret from him and it was silently killing her. She wanted to open her mouth and say something reassuring but for some reason nothing was coming out, nothing was coming to mind. She was sure Neliel would eventually come around, she knew she had to.

Her small lips opened to make an apology and give some words of encouragement but anything that was about to fall from the petite woman's mouth was cut off.

A sound cracked through the air, seeming to come from no less than a mile away maybe less. Ichigo and Rukia shot to their feet. The pair heard hurried foot falls rush towards them before they actually saw the little girl. Her worried light chocolate eyes asking a question they couldn't answer just quite yet.

Before another second could be wasted Ichigo's long legs rushed him over to where he had laid his pistol earlier that morning. He rushed to the door, peeking slightly through the window that was built next through it but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Both girls had come up behind the young male. Hard amber eyes glanced back with a look that told both girls to stay put. Nel gave no resistance but Rukia's eyes showed him he wasn't going to sit on the sidelines.

"Rukia."

The way his voice said her name sounded like a desperate command. A tone one might get when trying train a new puppy to sit or when a newborns cries won't seem to stop. She let her shoulder drop and let her hands ball into fist before slightly nodding to him. Ichigo opened the front door slowly proceeding outside before. His eyes squinted into the blazing sunlight, looking up and down the deserted street. He stood still, feeling as if something would jump out if he moved too much.

The silent streets air was broken with another loud crack. Except instead of silence after the bullet they heard the sound of a rubber wheels screeching after and it wasn't long before the source was turning the corner and heading toward the house that the three resided at. Ichigo let his legs carry him to the edge of the sidewalk in front of the home and held his gun in a readied position. Following the head of person on the black, dust covered motorcycle. They watched as the rider pulled the two wheeling vehicles handles, successfully twirling the motorcycle into a perfect parallel park, only two feet in front of the orange haired man.

The mysterious rider cut the engine and dropped a foot to the ground. Curious eyes examined the stranger's body. Three sets of eyes watched cautiously as said person removed black leather gloves from their hands and began to unbuckle the safety strap of the helmet.

Slowly, the hands of the stranger pulled the bright yellow helmet away from their head. Releasing long purple hair and revealing bright gold eyes. As revealing this stranger was, in fact, a woman. Ichigo closely examined her tanned face with a glare.

The nameless women let a grin slip onto her face and stared at the gun that was held in Ichigo's hand. "Che." She scoffed. Her cat like eyes scanned past him and her eyes settled on the two girls standing in the door way of the beaten house. She kept her eyes glued behind him for a handful of seconds before her eyes flashed back to Ichigo for a millisecond then back to the women behind him. "Rukia Kuchiki?" The rider asked in a tone that sounded more like a statement than a question.

The young Kuchiki simply kept a straight face not providing an answer to the woman.

"No worries, I'm not here to kill you or anything..." She reassured the silent adult, "Your brother has sent me."


A/N: Long time no read.? I'm pretty sure that 100% are mad at me for not updating in well over a year. :(
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