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# 6 - Quicksand
Some people fall in love and touch the sky, some people fall in love and find quicksand.
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She had been sitting in her room for the past week.
Even Byakuya's worried now, Rukia thought bemusedly. Kiyone and the others from the 13th Division had already been by in efforts to coax her out. Renji had practically ordered her out of her room. Even Captain Ukitake had come to see her. They thought it was Ichigo. Kiyone had teased her; Renji had crossed his arms and blushed. The Captain had smiled at her and said he'd support her decision, but Byakuya had merely observed her quietly. She believed that he was the one who really understood.
Her friends thought it was Ichigo.
It wasn't. And Byakuya knew very well.
It's funny how that worked.
Yes, admittedly she did miss Ichigo. He had gone through hell, defeated half of Seretei and managed to save her from certain death. It wasn't a joke. Besides him, Ichigo was one of the few people she had frequently thought about during her captivity and of course she couldn't help but notice his changes. For example, he was significantly stronger then when she last saw him. The first time they met on that bridge he had already achieved second release and had immense control over his spiritual power. Then, just three days later, Ichigo had achieved bankai. Only one person's techniques could have achieved such extraordinary growth.
His.
She reached for the now care-worn journal. Cradling it carefully, she flipped through its contents. Nothing she hadn't seen before but again and again she would go through it searching for something that would give a hint to as why he did it.
Why he did it without her consent. Without acknowledging her. Without asking. Why.
She wondered when it was that he came to his decision. Was it when he first met her? Did he decide to prey on the wayward defenseless shinigami not only hiding his secret but getting back at Seretei at the same time? Was it before or after those meetings on sidewalk? Before or after he knew her?
Was that what he was really trying to say the whole time?
Rukia threw the journal against the wall.
She needed to leave. Now. She needed to get out of this stupid room. After what happened with Aizen, she doubted anyone would deny her a small excursion.
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Apparently, she had an affinity for sidewalks. It was three in the morning and there she was sitting on the pavement, waiting. Waiting, but refusing to admit for whom. So there she sat as the bell chimed one, two, three times, wondering if he ever came out here at all anymore, if everything he did three months ago really was motivated by guilt. Or worse, pity.
She frowned and refused to give into emotion. She would not cry.
Rukia really had no idea why she was doing this. She had her fill of meditation back in her cell in Seretei. For the past week she had thought of him. And she was tired. She was through with thoughts of Kisuke. Of the fate he had so nonchalantly resigned her to.
Yet, she waited.
She knew for certain he wouldn't come. It was the opposite side of town. And-
She was a pawn.
But, she continued to wait hoping something - anything - would happen. Hoping that at least sometime he thought of her. That he missed her.
So there she sat in the darkness for a man she knew would not come. She had already been there for an hour, and she had had enough.
She rose, almost tripping herself in the darkness. They never had replaced that light. Scanning the area one more time, Rukia started off for Ichigo's house. It was in that moment a hand clamped firmly around hers.
She stood stalk still.
Rukia would know his hands anywhere. They were big, gentle, assured. But they knew death. Swordsman's hands.
She was certain he wouldn't come. She hadn't actually planned anything to say even if she had thought about it. She thought- She thought that maybe the only time she'd ever see him was in passing.
She thought. She thought. She thought.
But of course, Kisuke was always full of surprises.
He moved closer and Rukia could feel his breath mussing her hair. The warmth being transferred from his hand to hers. Now he was here and he was very real.
But, she had no words to say.
What could possibly describe it? The sense of betrayal… To be told by Aizen that all she had been the whole time was the means to an end. A convenience.
So, she did the only thing she could do. She turned and looked at him, drawing in a deep breath, ready to give him a fully dramatic and angst ridden speech but was stopped by those grey, grey eyes. All of the things she thought she could say clamped up in her throat.
And it was all Rukia could do but kiss him.
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An: This came out differently then I had planned it. .
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