He stared at the sky calmly and closed his eyes without replying. A butterfly flew over and landed on the tip of his nose and the younger Ichigo giggled.
"I don't know...but when you kissed me yesterday, it felt like something I had already experienced for ages, and had been waiting for ever since the day I was born. I feel like I know you." He propped himself up, brown eyes gently simmering with fondness.
"I feel like you are who I need," Ichigo said as he stroked my hair, "Something I cannot live without." The last word said, Ichigo immediately darkened a crimson red and hung his head in embarrassment. I laughed and ruffled his hair.
"I wish I could hear you say that in the future," I said, "But thank you...that was a nice confession."
Scowling, he pounced over me and trapped me with his hands.
"A nice confession? Don't you feel the same way?" he growled, eyes blazing. I stared up, surprised at his passion.
"I..."
He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine...
FWOOSH!
As the white light receded from my vision, I found myself in the hallway, lying on my back.
"Um, what are you doing?" Ichigo stood over me, eyebrows raised. The sudden change from the young Ichigo to the older Ichigo caught me by surprise and I incidentally found myself appreciating his strong jawline and broad shoulders.
Ichigo seemed to feel uncomfortable under my stare, as he looked away and rubbed his neck.
"Rukia...can you stop staring at me..." A faint blush lit Ichigo's face.
I looked down in embarrassment, "Yeah...sorry..."
"Rukia!" I turned and saw Urahara standing behind me. "We need to talk,"
Does he know...? Ichigo picked me off the ground effortlessly and shoved me towards Urahara.
"Make sure she doesn't end up sleeping on the floor again, please, Urahara-san."
Ichigo turned back towards me and smiled, before walking away, his lean form shining in the moonlight. Warmth spread through my body as I replayed the smile and the turn of his head...
"Rukia-chan, this is important. Are you jumping to that past?" Urahara hissed in my ear.
I jumped.
"How did you now?" I hissed back, my body tingling from the surprise. He smirked.
"You mean aside from the constant fainting? Lucky guess," he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and showed him the moon tattoo.
"What's going on? Can you fix this? Ever since I got this at the moon festival..." I trailed off as Urahara paled. He grabbed my wrist.
"This! What is this? WHO GAVE YOU THIS? Rukia? RUKIA!"
I had already vanished in white light.