OPENING NOTE: Okay!!! The first real chapter. This one will be longer I promise. By the honor of the quincy I will- gets hit with a cinder-block. OW!!!! Angry mob: GOD THAT QUINCY CRAP IS SOOO ANNOYING!!!! ME: okay then, let's get on with the story! Oh and song credits go to Good Charlotte- Dance Floor Anthem!!! BEST SONG EVAR!!! SO true for me!!!
The Music or the Misery
Rukia walked for what seemed like forever. She was there at the school for her art, and rented a room so that she could be alone for the day, which was a rare occasion for her. She opened the door of a light saturated room. Windows upon windows lined the walls, each one a different design. It really was a beautiful sight. She thought of painting it when her mind wandered elsewhere.
Her most recent boyfriend, she believed she actually loved. He was such a great person...but he was apparently an even better actor. She pulled her paint set out of her bag and just started putting blotches of blind color on the pale easel. A collage of feelings
A drop of red; anger. A spot of blue; sadness. A drizzle of green here and there; envy of those around her who were either single and happy, or happily taken. It was all a lie! A lie...a sham, a scheme. Lie...Lie...Lie...Lie. The tears that were stinging her eyes earlier, were now pushing at them. Inching closer and closer to her cheeks, threatening to fall.
She closed her eyes and let them come like rain. She hadn't cried once since her mother died. Now, she thought, was a good time to start. After she listened to make sure no one was around or coming, she started to sing. She had a beautiful voice, 'that of the angels', her mother always told her.
she's going out to forget they were together
All that time he was taking her for granted
She wants to see if there's more
than he gave she's looking for
Little did she know, she didn't quite shut the door...
He calls her up
He's trippin' on the phone now
He doesn't want her out there
And alone now
He knows she's movin' it
Knows she's using it
Now he's losing it
She don't care
Everybody put up your hands
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
feel the beat now
If you've got nothing left
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
Back it up now
You've got a reason to live
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
Feelin' good now
Don't be afraid to get down
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
She stopped when she heard someone continue from where she left off.
He was always giving her attention
looking hard to find the things she mentioned
"Who's there?" Rukia asked.
He was dedicated
But most suckers hated
That girl was fine
But she didn't appreciate him
The mystery singer walked in. "That's the guy I almost ran into earlier!" Rukia screamed in her head.
The boy, just kept singing.
She calls him up
She's tripping on the phone now
He had to get up
And he ain't comin' home now
He's tryin' to forget her
That's how we come with him
When he first met her
When they first got together
He stopped and looked at the blushing girl in front of him. It was the fragile, pale chick from earlier!
"Hey, you have an AMAZING voice...it's no wonder you're at this school." He complimented, and stuck out his hand. "Name's Ichigo Kurosaki. Yours?"
She shook his hand and smiled, for what was probably the first time in a decade. "I'm Rukia Kuchiki. You're a way better singer than I am, plus I'm here for art..."
"NO WAY!!!! Are you serious? You should definitely sing! I mean your art is uh..." He looked over to the polka dotted paper and raised an eyebrow at it. "Interesting...and all..." They laughed.
"Well, so much or being ALONE today." Rukia sighed.
"There it is again. You've got that sad look on your face. This is the second time I have ever seen you, and I already know that you're brooding about something. What's wrong?" He asked, and looked under her bowed head, and straight into her eyes, so full of disdain.
"It's nothing." She whispered, unsure if he heard it or not.
"Okay...if you wont talk, I will! I'm a cancer who's about six feet tall, and enjoys walks on the beach, long romantic talks, and rock music." He said in a playful tone and Rukia laughed. "You know, by now I'm so late for a meeting with my band, that if I go...they'll just scold me...so let's go do something!"
"Like what?" Rukia spat.
"Anything! Let's just forget the world! I know it's a person you've got on your mind, so I'm going to make you forget him!" Rukia just lowered her head again, Ichigo smirked. "AHA! I knew it! It's a boy! Well, come on...Mz. Kuchiki!" He called, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Where do you wanna go?"
He was puling her out of the room, she looked at him, then her easel. "I-I can't! I've got this-"
"Oh come on! This room isn't going anywhere, and your talent certainly isn't either...but you are!"
She gave in and they were soon walking around outside the academy. "Why don't you want to be a singer, Mz. Kuchiki?" He asked all of a sudden.
"Well, my mother always told me I had a beautiful voice, and a lot of potential. Then when I was going to turn six, she died. Unexpectedly too. The doctors thought it was because the minor complications with my birth turned to major ones...and we didn't know, so they couldn't be stopped." She paused.
"She died because of me, and I guess I thought if I became a singer, I wouldn't be good enough. I didn't want to let her down again."
There was a long silence between the two, as Ichigo searched is mind for the right words to say.
"My mom is dead too. It's also my fault. We were walking home from the store one rainy afternoon, a car swerved at us, and my mother jumped in front of me to protect me. I never thought I would meet anyone who truly felt the same. One-sided sympathy was all I got from the adults. My strongest childhood memory is waking up in the hospital and from that point on hearing nothing but lies.
'We're sorry. It's not your fault. We know how you feel.' Those were all lies, and I'm tired of hearing them!" He stopped talking and looked over at Rukia, who was studying the ground. An idea crept around his head, and he just couldn't resist it.
He slipped into the bushes they were walking next to. "Just like taking candy from a baby" He thought, and tried his best to stifle a laugh.
It took Rukia a good five minutes to realize he was gone.
"Ichigo?" She called. No answer.
"Ichigo, where are you?" Nothin'.
"Ichigo! This ain't funny!" She yelled, sounding really freaked out, and worried. He felt kinda bad.
"ICHIG-" Just as she started to call his name he jumped out of the bushes and pounced on her. Because of the difference I their size, and gender, anyone watching who didn't know any better, probably would've called the cops.
"THE HECK ARE YOU DOING????" She squealed. He answered by going nose to nose with her, leaning his forehead on hers and saying: "You gonna cheer up now, Mz. Kuchiki?"
Blushing madly at their, questionable position, she thought for a moment.
"Maybe...if you stop calling me that!" She replied, teasingly.
"Oh, okay." He huffed, just as playful. "How about..."
"How about, Rukia?" She asked sarcastically.
"Nah! I'm thinkin' of somthin', princess." He stopped dead in his tracks and it dawned on him.
"Oh no you don't!" She warned and walked away.
"YES!!! Princess! That's good! You could be royalty, all the other girls will envy you!" He argued, trying to keep up with her.
"No." She said flatly.
"Alright, how about Mz. Princess?" He asked sweetly.
She laughed this time. "No, Ichigo." After about twenty minutes, and several bad nick name choices later, Rukia found a solution.
"Ichigo, since all of your pet names sound like ones a married couple would use, I guess you could call me Ms. Kuchiki."
"You're saying it wrong!" He said, in a sing-song voice.
Rukia said between gritted teeth: "MZ. Kuchiki...happy now"
"Sure am, Rukia!"
END NOTE: There! Finally done! This took me way longer than expected to type!!! BUT I LOVE IT! Even after Ichigo went through so much trouble to call her Mz. Kuchiki, he decided to call her Rukia like she wanted him to in the first place! HE'S SO CUTE!!!
Arina Kusajishi -of 13 Division-