This is yet another short one, but for two reasons; I am short on time, and I just like short things because I feel that they get things across better. Oh . . . and . . .

One more day to go!

I will probably not be doing a November Story A Day, because I am writing in Fanfiction NaNoWriMo! Yah! But I might do one, who knows? Just not right away. Will probably start it mid-month or something.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters. I do, however, own this terribly boring plotline.

One Last Time

She sits upon the rock, watching as the waves crash upon the shore with such force that it scares her. The water blows in the air and sprays everything around it, causing her to wince as the cold substance falls upon her face. Sighing, she shakes her head and closes her eyes again, smiling gently as the wind blows at her face.

It's a cold September day, but she doesn't care. She hadn't even put on a jacket before leaving the house.

She really should have; the cold was now wipping around her face and blowing under her short skirt. She shivers and tightens her grip on herself as the cold water licks at her bare feet.

I don't want to stay . . .

Dark is approaching and the moon is coming out. She watches as the stars slowly fill the sky, and she knows that she should be heading back, but she doesn't want to move. Tonight, here alone, she can think.

She has to stay; with her family, her friends and those she works under. They need her, and she needs them.

But she needs him, too.

She doesn't realize that she's crying until the cold wind catches the teardrop that is sliding down her face and blows it away from her soft, pale skin.

She gasps softly as she feels the scraping against her skin of a jacket being wrapped around her. She doesn't turn around as it is pulled tighy around her small frame; she knows who it is.

"I want to be alone," she says quietly, not fully believing the words herself. He doesn't believe her, either.

"Do you really?"

His voice gives him away, and she is now sure of who he is. His bright orange hair is blowing in the wind as he looks down at her, his face bearing a small frown. She doesn't speak as he sits down beside her and puts his arms around her. She stiffens a little, but the relaxes in his grip, resting her head on his chest as she wipes away her last few tears.

"I don't want to stay, but I have to," she says quietly, not moving from her position in his arms. He smiles sadly and rests his chin on her smooth, blach hair.

"I know."

"I don't want to leave you."

"And I don't want you to leave me. But you have to," he says, looking up into the sky. "See those stars?"

She looks up into the night sky which is now filled with a million stars and nods.

"Find the most beautiful one."

She looks confused, but begins searching the sky. Finally, she reaches a hand out and points to a very bright, beautiful star in the middle of the sky.

"That one," she says, pulling her hand back.

"Everytime you think of me, look up at that star, and I promise . . . I'll be looking, too. That can be our star, OK?"

She smiles and nods, burying her face in the crook of his arm as he holds her tightly for what could be the last time.

For those of you who didn't guess, those two were Rukia and Ichigo. :P

Well, that was something that came to me while I was cooking dinner last night. (Shrugs) Pasta can do weird things to you.

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