Damned Fate and a Damned Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, it belongs to Tite Kubo

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dream

She was in a large ancient house with many had doors. Rukia looked down at herself and saw she was wearing a beautiful kimono. There was a man up ahead, you could tell he was rich and he had an air that demanded respect. He turned to look at her and indeed he was very handsome, with steel-gray eyes, raven hair.
What a weird dream she thought.
She wasn't in control of her movements and there seemed to be no sound or as if her ears were stuffed and she couldn't hear what the man was saying though she could see his mouth move. The man stood up and walked over to her, she was led by him into another room.
There she could see another figure and though there was no sound in this dreamlike quality she knew that this man wanted her to meet the one in front of her. The man with the noble aura let go of her arm and made a gesture to introduce her to the one before her.
The young man in front of her was dressed in a samurai outfit that was black and on his belt had a long sword. She had known who it was since she came into the room and not only because of the loud color of his hair but she felt it in a deep soul connection. In the dream state she could tell that this was her meeting him for the first time. It was Ichigo, same amber eyes and orange hair, yet looking dangerous with that outfit and sword.
When their eyes met the dream seemed to shatter and shift into a more gloomy atmosphere. Ichigo was there again and they were in an embrace but there was something wrong here. Rukia looked down and saw a blade in between them, it had crossed both their bodies and she saw the bloodstains on herself and on him.
She wasn't able to speak and she felt as if she really was dying, she saw him open his mouth to tell her something but only blood came out.
She felt like screaming and crying, but then the dream shifted again and she could tell night had fallen, but this time she was only an observer in the dream, she saw her body laying still. She should have been more freaked out because she had the nagging suspicion that her body was dead. But she wasn't there alone, Ichigo was there too. Yet she could also tell that he was dead aswell.
Rukia turned her head when she saw a bright light appear and someone step out from it. It looked like a woman, she had snow-white skin and hair, but she was very beautiful. The woman took out some objects and started doing some sort of ritual. Very weird, thought Rukia as she continued to watch the dream play out.
As she continued watching, Rukia felt that something was wrong and she felt turmoil in her stomach as she saw her and Ichigo's bodies disappear into the air. That wasn't right, something in her gut told her that that wasn't supposed to happen, that woman wasn't human, she did something and whatever she did to them it wasn't right, it wasn't natural. The world seemed to shift yet again and this time she had her body again.
She was in some kind of woods at night, the moon was full and above her but she felt weird, the feeling of being lost and dazed. She then took a good look at her surroundings. Her body jolted in shock at what she saw. There was bodies scattered around on the ground...
They were dead, but that wasn't the worse part, the worst part was that they were her friends and her family but even more was the fact that she knew they were dead not because of their open eyes or stiff cold bodies. But because of the blood. There was so much blood, their throats looked as if they had been ripped out by the jaws of some animal. Some even had missing limbs.
She looked down and saw that some had their heart ripped out from their chests. Her friends, some had gaping bloody holes where their heart should be. Rukia felt like throwing up, all the blood, the whole freaking carnage. It looked like a slaughter-house.
And then she felt something wetting her chin. She lifted her hand to wipe it but upon close inspection saw that her hand was also wet. There was no mistaking it, her hands were smudged with blood, and the dripping on her chin, originated from liquid falling from her mouth. She had a foreboding feeling of what it was.
Her hand trembled as she lifted it to wipe her chin. And there under the light of the moon she could tell what the liquid was. It was crimson and sticky, no longer warm as should be, it was what ran in human veins, it was blood.
Rukia didn't know what to make of this, her stomach churned and she felt heavy dread settle in, the answer should be obvious of who had done this.
"No" the word escaped her stained lips, "No" again but in a sound that was barely above a whisper.

Rukia awoke with her throat burning in full force. Her mouth felt so dry and her throat felt as if it was being licked by flames. She stumbled down to the kitchen, the nightmare fresh in her mind, yet the burn in her throat was so strong that it overpowered any other thought in her mind than to soothe her thirst. She filled a glass with water yet it barely calmed the thirst and burning. She downed it down followed by another glass full and still she didn't feel the thirst quenched. She took in deep breaths, now that the burning was subsided she could think about the nightmare she just had.
Or better yet, not think about it at all, not about the dreams that felt like memories of a past life, not about seeing her dead body and that strange woman doing whatever she did, or about all the dead bodies of her family and friend covered in their own blood. Rukia would just put this behind her, they were just dreams.
She was probably just really sick, yep, the pills she had taken hadn't done anything to help her. She had probably gotten worse and her throat was feeling horrible. Rukia noticed the house was empty, she then remembered that Ichigo had a game so they probably left to go watch him which reminded her that she should've gone and she felt guilty for not being there for him. But her parents had known she felt sick and she'd taken some pills and then a nap after coming from Orihime's house. Rukia looked at the clock to see if there was still time to go see him play. She would only be somewhat late if she left the house now, the game was still going on and wouldn't end until later, she still had time. She debated on whether to go or not.

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Ichigo scowled as he drank from his water bottle. He'd hardly worked up a sweat from playing yet he felt his throat was parched and the thirst didn't go away. The gym was packed with people coming to see the team paly basketball and he felt suffocated from so many people being here, then there was all the screaming of them, mostly fangirls.
Because seriously the team was made up of the hottest boys in school and you could see them sweating and their rippling muscles what fangirl wouldn't want to see that.
Ichigo felt a huge headache and felt so irritated, as well as hot, it was really hot, but still he didn't sweat. He'd been in a really irritable mood lately and more aggressive in his game. He felt like this game had been the easiest he'd played but still he felt so uncomfortable here. Then there was the fact that his sister wasn't here. Rukia said she'd be here, he felt so angry but the anger was irrational. Still he wanted to take out his anger on someone. He felt like he was on the verge of snapping, he was just itching for a fight.
"Yo, Ichigo I knew you were good but man, the other team has no chance." commented Keigo.
" I'd hate to agree, but its true Kurosaki, I haven't seen you break a sweat tonight." added Ishida.
"Started taking steroids Strawberry? You know those make your balls fall off. Not that you had any to begin with." Grimmjow said. Ichigo glared at him and mumbled a "Shut up Grimmjow, and you would know about that. You probably lost your balls long ago." "Yeah, I always suspected that about you." said Renji to Grimmjow.
"And here they go again." Ishida said.
"Hmmm." agreed Chad, who was always a man err boy of few words.
But then the buzzer signaled the restart of the game. Somehow Ichigo had a bad feeling about tonight, it didn't feel normal. It felt different in a way, like getting separated from reality. Something was going to change tonight.