A/N: sorry it took so long to post the second chapter. I hope you all like it.
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Black and White
Rukia woke up with a jolt. "What a dream…" She says wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She had dreamt of the day of her execution, only this time…Ichigo didn't save her. It happened such a long time ago, Rukia thought she put it behind her and moved on.
She climbed out of bed; she heard the door bell ring. Rukia rolled her eyes and took her sweet time getting to the door. Opening it, she turned a bright shade of red.
"That's attractive, Rukia" Said a bright orange haired man standing in her doorway. He was commenting on how she looked right now, her hair was a mess and sticking to her face, her pajamas not buttoned all the way up and no pajama pants. (She had gotten warm last night and must of kicked them off)
To Rukia, this was like being naked in front of Ichigo.
"What are you doing here?" She yelled, quickly trying to finger comb through her hair. The redness in her cheeks hadn't gone away.
"I wanted to surprise you!" Ichigo says spreading his arms out, and smiling.
"Well you did that!" Rukia says rolling her eyes, and shutting the door in his face. She stomped away and into her bathroom.
Rukia was shaking as she did her morning routine. Damn him. For once he comes at the wrong time. She finished getting dressed, and for once that was difficult.
She wanted to look good for him, wait! Did she just think that? Rukia threw on a blue summer dress that complimented her womanly curves and made her porcelain complexion stand out and the pink gloss she wore on her lips.
"Why does it matter how I look?" Rukia asked herself while slipping on her shoes, "I did shut the door in his face, and maybe he got the hint."
Rukia opened her front door, no Ichigo. She let out a sigh of relief, "He left…thank goodness."
"Who left?" Said a male voice, Rukia turned around abruptly to see Ichigo standing in the hallway leaning against the wall…looking as amazing as ever…the lines of his abs stood out in the blue T-shirt he wore, his biceps…his forearms…everything sculpted…Stop thinking like that!
"You were supposed to idiot! Did you not catch the hint when I slammed a door in your face?" Rukia spat angrily. Ichigo chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck,
"You haven't changed…" He stated with a shrug, his eyes suddenly went wide as if he just realized something.
"Are you going to leave again?" He asked with sudden seriousness.
"What? No…well…I don't know…why are we talking about this?" Rukia said with her hands on her hips and one eye brow raised.
Ichigo sighed, like he was going to admit something, Rukia searched his eyes for something…anything.
"You're right, for once midget!" Ichigo says with a grin, Rukia turned a bright shade of red from anger.
"What did you call me?" She yelled kicking him in the shin, Ichigo glared hotly at her.
"I said. You. Are. Right. For. Once. Midget." Ichigo said, breaking apart each word as if she was slow or something.
Rukia smacked him across the head, "I have to hit you twice to get you to shut up now?" She said before storming out of the house.
What am I running from?
Why am I running away?
It's what I've done my whole life.
Running…away…from…him.
From love.
I'm not ready, he'll just get hurt…I'll get hurt.
I've already hurt him enough…
That's all I ever done to him…I have to push him away…
To protect him.
Rukia ended up in the center of town, she quickly blended in with the crowd of people. She followed her feet, lost in her own thoughts and ended up at the corner café.
"He won't look for me here…" She says ducking into the building, Rukia found a seat in the back and rested her head on her arms.
"Can I get you anything miss?" Asks a female voice, Rukia looks up to see Chizru. Back in school, she had the biggest crush on Orihime. She had red hair that now reached her waist, even in a ponytail and still wore the red trimmed glasses.
"Rukia-Chan!" The girl squealed happily, pulling Rukia into a tight embrace. Rukia really didn't want any more reunions…she wanted to be alone.
"Hey! How are you?" Rukia asked forcing a smile; the red-head proceeded to talk about her life. College and her personal/love life. Chizru was called back to work and she hugged Rukia once more,
"Call me sometime! We have to catch up more!" Chizru called out. Rukia smiled but on the inside she rolled her eyes you mean, let's catch up and have my ear talked off.
Rukia grabbed the morning paper and used it to hide her face; she wouldn't show emotion…the feelings raging up inside her.
She both loved and hated him, she wanted to run to him but she would never live down the shame of showing her weakness to him. Rukia let out a sigh, if it was possible she would avoid him for a little while longer. Rukia needed Orihime to talk to, she need a friend…not a friend like Renji. If her Nii-sama found out about her and Ichigo, she'd never see him again.
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Ichigo soon ran after the petite dark haired woman. Why he always chased after her, he would never know. Ichigo regretted not chasing after her the night after graduation, when she left for soul society…leaving him that note.
They had been together…and he knew there was love there but both of them were too shy and afraid to admit such a big thing. He felt an impulse that night to grab his zanbaktou and chase after her…but he didn't wait for her. The silent promise they once made when he saved her at soul society such a long time ago. He said that he was taking her home, back to their home and when she said she was going to stay…Ichigo forced himself to lie and say that if that is what she wanted then, he wouldn't stop her. The truth was, he wanted to grab her and take her back by force…but she looked so happy standing with him on the grass at sunset, and for that brief moment when she smiled…if only slightly, it didn't look like she was crying.
Ichigo pushed though the crowd, business men and women, children, tourist and all around city-folk crowded the sidewalks. Ichigo ducked into a café, the smell of coffee beans and newspaper filled his nostrils but the place wasn't crowded. He saw someone hiding behind a newspaper in the back, two men near his left, and a long brown haired woman absorbed in whatever she was typing on her laptop. Ichigo strode casually to the long brown haired woman.
"Excuse me?" Ichigo says with a slight cough, causing the woman to look up. She had wide golden brown eyes but they were hidden by black framed glasses, her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Yes?" She said kindly to the man addressing her, she widened her eyes suddenly and just as Ichigo opened his mouth to speak she cut him off.
"You're looking for her, the woman you chase even in your dreams. The girl who made the rain stop…" The girl said in a soft tone but it was laced with curiosity.
"What?" Ichigo said bewildered, his mouth open and eyes wide.
"She's here…tell her to stop running…she's afraid to loose you, but at the same time wants to protect you. Strange girl, isn't she?" The girl laughed softly and smoothed her brown frazzled hair with her hand. Ichigo couldn't speak what could he say?
"She is your star…and you must be her shield. Think about it…I mean…" The girl stopped and looked at the silver loose watch on her wrist.
"Bye Ichigo, I have to go and visit some friends." The girl says, hopping up from the stool she took a moment to fix the white skirt she was wearing along with the pale blue tank. Ichigo opened and closed his mouth; unable to speak…still shocked by this woman. He resembled something like a fish out of water…gasping for air but making no sound.
"Are you?" Ichigo began but the girl once more cut him off, finishing his sentence.
"A ghost? Yes, yes I am. I died here while working on a story…there was a robbery and I stood up to the man. That's why no one comes here…people say I haunt the place" The girl giggled softly and picked up her laptop. Ichigo didn't say anything, he didn't want to push for more answers but he was still confused on how the girl knew so much.
"Who are you?" Ichigo finally spurts out before she leaves. The girl turned around and flashed a smile, but she said nothing. The girl mysteriously disappeared and left Ichigo standing there…more confused then ever. He could now tell ghost between real people…but this girl look real. Was he loosing his mind?
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Rukia peered over her newspaper to see Ichigo walking towards her, "Damn" she cursed to herself before hiding behind the newspaper once more. She heard the chair next to her squeak as Ichigo sat down, and then the newspaper was gingerly taken from her hands and placed on the polished wood in front of her.
"We need to talk." Ichigo said folding his hands on the table. He heard Rukia give a sigh but he couldn't get himself to make eye contact with her.
"Not now…Tomorrow, after I talk to Inoue" Rukia said biting her lower lip. They were always in synch, always feeling each others moods and emotions. Could he feel her now? Even after such a long time, could he feel her discomfort but at the same time utter joy that he was here. So many mixed emotions…it was driving her mad.
Ichigo grunted a 'fine' response and she heard the chair squeak once more as he stood up. Rukia looked up to meet his gaze but he was looking at the newspaper. "See you around then…eh strawberry?" Rukia said to get his response which would always be the same.
Ichigos' face turned pink and he glared at her, his eyes now burning embers but there wasn't a threat behind the glare…it was playful actually.
"What'd you say?" He growled narrowing his eyes; Rukia glared back and stuck her tongue out.
"That's your name isn't it?" She said with a teasing tone, Ichigo leaned into her face and stared her down. She smirked, knowing her battle was already won.
"I told you my name means ---" Ichigo was cut off for the umpteenth time today by a strawberry being shoved into his mouth, why hadn't he noticed the fruit on the table near by?
"Whatever strawberry" Rukia says, her smirk now a smile before she exited. Ichigo bit down into the strawberry and threw away the green stem. He had to admit…Rukia was clever, and he couldn't remember a time when he won any of their arguments, whether serious or playful. Ichigo left the café soon after, looking back at the table where the ghost was sitting before joining in the bustle of people on the sidewalk.
What did she mean by Rukia being my star and me being her shield? Ichigo shook his head and decided to head back home, he had a lot of catching up to do.
A/N: Oakton was amazing by the way
Oh and the ghost, I tried to make her be like myself…can anyone guess what story she was writing? Hahaha, I love my clever little ways.
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oh and I know I'm doing alot of updating! XD I updated my 'white moon' story and now this one...but only because they are my two most popular fics. Thanks to you, the readers!