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Anyway, here's chapter nine! Enjoy!
Wheel of the World
Chapter Nine: Of Kendo Swords and Kido Spells
Kind, yet icy eyes looked upon her sleeping features.
The sun beamed through the curtains in her room, casting an ethereal glow to the raven haired girl's features. Her skin was the creamiest color of white, and that was only accented by the light of the sun. The rays also made the black of her hair slightly gleam with blue tints in the light. She lay on her back, one arm over her flat stomach, the other curled by her face, fingers limp and motionless. Her pale pink lips were parted, taking in the air ever-so slowly.
Hitsugaya watched her with an admiration. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a sudden surge of awe, of appreciation for this girl. Maybe it was because she was human, and she was so determined to be strong, to deny her human weakness so she could protect everyone she cared about.
He wasn't sure, but he just knew that he had become captivated by Kuchiki Rukia, no matter how weak, how strong, how fragile, or how tough she was.
It was pathetic, he knew, but it also seemed right to him. Being with her like this, even when she recovered from her fainting spell just yesterday after being attacked by a hollow. It all seemed like it was what was supposed to happen. What was meant to happen.
He shook his head, the locks of snowy white hair fluttering around his face softly, like the faint touch of a butterfly's wings. He was being foolish, and he knew it. It was stupid of him to romanticize his situation like that, but he couldn't help but feel a particular draw to this girl, something he couldn't put his finger on, something that stood out despite everything else that threatened to take her away from him.
No, don't think like that. She's not yours. Don't get cocky. Better yet, don't think like that at all.
He leaned back in his seat, which was a wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room. The slight squeak that his rocking made was the only sound in the room other than the light breathing coming from the Kuchiki woman. It was peaceful, sitting here like this, watching over her, though he knew he was bound to get ragged on it later by Matsumoto if she found out - and she would find out, that much was certain. The peculiar strawberry blonde had a way of finding things out. He still didn't know how, even after all these years with her as his fukutaichou.
The white haired taichou placed a hand underneath his chin as he leaned forward, his keen eyesight focusing on the rise and fall of her chest, indicating that she was still breathing. That was a priority for him after all that had happened to her in the span of nearly two days.
"You really should give her room to breathe."
Hitsugaya didn't start, for he felt her presence before she spoke. She had been looking at him for a while, only not saying anything, "Hinamori, I'm just monitoring her condition."
"Yes, but at least eat something." The bun haired girl motioned to the plate of food that was left untouched by the small table beside his rocking chair.
"Not hungry."
"Shiro-chan."
"Hitsugaya-taichou." He corrected crossly, eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"Whatever," The spirited young girl rolled her large brown eyes and sat down on the hardwood floor of Rukia's small bedroom. "What brings you here anyway? You haven't left since you brought her here."
Hitsugaya was silent, unmoving, unthinking, unfeeling. He just wanted Hinamori to go away.
"I mean, I'm just curious, and besides - "
"I don't know why I'm here." Hitsugaya said, his voice clipped and controlled, "I mean, why do you go to Aizen-taichou's side every time he's injured? People have their reasons, different as they may be, for doing things. It's not like I ask you things like that. I have my reasons, and you have yours."
Hinamori winced at his subtle accusation, and the pain was obvious in her doe eyes. The white haired man didn't find himself hard-pressed to care, and that saddened him somewhat. The two had once been great friends. He had even harbored an unrequited childish crush on her, the lingering feelings of which he still felt sometimes. She had totally ignored it, of course, favoring to pursue other things that would please her Aizen-taichou. He wondered why exactly he was thinking about this now, but he didn't think much of it. His icy turquoise orbs focused on the slumbering beauty in the bed across from him and he could only think of Rukia.
She turned in her slumber, sighing lightly. It was an innocently beautiful sound, one that made Hitsugaya think of simpler times, when he wasn't a hardened shinigami captain.
"She'll wake up soon." Hinamori ventured, and the white haired shinigami could here the subtle ache in her voice due to his harshness with her. "Don't worry."
Hitsugaya scoffed, "I know." He replied, "She's strong, even for a human."
The bun haired girl looked over at his hard features and saw something she hadn't seen in her Shiro-chan for quite some time - compassion. Compassion for this young girl who was so obviously human. Hinamori felt a tinge of jealousy well within her, but she ignored it, not knowing what it stemmed from.
Rukia stirred from her sleep ever-so slightly. Pale lids fluttered open, revealing her large violet orbs, jewel like in tone. She sat up groggily and rubbed her eyes, trying to free them from sleep. She gave a slight moan as she then reached up to stretch her slender limbs over her head as she yawned.
"Rukia!" Hinamori chirped, ignoring the faint feeling of jealousy from before.
The Kuchiki's eyes locked on the petite girl sitting on her floor and she straightened up like a rail. Her eyes were wild with confusion. What is she doing in my room?
"Good afternoon," Hitsugaya ventured, his voice soft, as to not disturb her.
Rukia's body got even more rigid, if that were possible, as she looked to the direction the smooth voice had come from, "Ne?"
"It's the afternoon." Hitsugaya said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Rukia met him with a confused gaze, like she had no idea what he was talking about, "You fainted. You've been out for about two days." He said in a voice that tried to jog her memory.
"Two days!" Rukia exclaimed, shooting out of bed, but then temporarily losing her balance because she had been immobile for so long. The white haired captain shot out of the rocking chair and grasped the petite girl before she fell. Her large eyes looked up at him with curiosity.
"You got up too fast," Hitsugaya explained, sitting up upright. The sight of her was almost comical - her raven hair was messy, sticking out in every direction possible, and her eyes were wild, wondering and shocked. She looked at him with a surprised gaze, and then sighed running a hand through the mop of her hair.
"I figured…" Rukia said, groaning as her fingers got stuck in a particularly nasty clump of tangled hair.
Hitsugaya smiled - it was nice to hear her voice after so long, though he wondered why he missed it so much.
She freed her hand from the confines of her thick hair and walked to the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder at the two shinigami standing in her room with a look that said, What the hell are you still doing in here?
"What the hell are you still doing in here?" She said, voicing her thoughts.
Hitsugaya looked at Hinamori and vice versa.
"Uh," Hinamori blinked innocently, her large brown eyes betraying nothing, "What?"
"I feel nasty. I've been sleeping for two days, apparently, and I'd really like to take a bath." Rukia said bluntly, looking from the short shinigami to the petite brunette.
"Ah," Hitsugaya said, making his way to the door. Hinamori left before him, making her way down the hall. Hitsugaya, on the other hand, paused with his slender fingers wrapped around the doorknob, "We start training today."
"Ne - Ne?" Rukia's eyes widened as she poked her head out of the bathroom. "What?"
"Well, you wanted to get started as soon as possible. You said so yourself." Hitsugaya said simply, his face deadpanned. "So, I'd tell you to wear something comfortable, and meet me in the backyard after you get some food in your system."
Rukia blinked, "Um…alright."
Hitsugaya nodded curtly, and then he was gone.
Rukia walked into the bathroom. She remembered the last time she was in here - with Matsumoto as she washed her back. The raven haired girl felt an odd sense of longing, and realized that she missed the strawberry blonde's company.
She felt the muscles in her body stretch and conform themselves to movement. It was strange, being mobile after two days in bed. She didn't know she could actually sleep that much. Rukia realized it must've been attributed to her blood loss and that she needed the rest. She realized with a jolt as she started running the bathwater that she had also missed two days of school! What day was it? She rushed into her room to glance frantically at her calendar.
Saturday… Rukia thought with a smidge of relief. At least she wouldn't have three days worth of schoolwork to make up. Groaning, she made her way back to the bathroom. She stripped and submerged herself in the hot water, relaxing as it loosened up her tense and tightly wound joints and muscles.
As she scrubbed her scalp, she idly wondered why Hitsugaya had been watching her. Had he been there the whole time, just watching her? She felt heat pool in her stomach as she thought about that. As strange as it was, she found it flattering if he had indeed done that. It made her heart start to speed in her chest and the blood race to her cheeks.
She ducked under the water, ridding the shampoo from her scalp as well as trying to rinse the thoughts about the stoic captain from her mind. It was ridiculous to think of him in that way, to even consider that he cared for her as more than a friend.
She got through the rest of her bath quickly. Rukia rose from the water, pulled the tab to let it drain. She grabbed one of the clean towels from the towel rack and dried her slim frame off with it. Inhaling deeply, she started to towel dry her hair, not feeling like taking the time to blow dry it.
After that was done, her slightly damp hair clung to her cheeks and neck. She wrapped the fluffy white towel around herself and walked into her room.
Only to be met with the concerned gaze of Ishida.
"I-Ishida! What the hell?!" Rukia exclaimed, pulling her towel closer to her breasts, trying to keep as much between his eyes and her naked body as possible.
"I-I was just…ch-checking on you, Ru-kia…" The bespectacled boy stuttered, his face turning tomato red. He couldn't tear his eyes from her body, wrapped so tightly in the white terry cloth of the towel, her hair still damp from her bath, her skin slightly flushed from a mixture of the hot water and the fact that Ishida was in her room while she was naked.
She was beautiful.
"Okay, you see me," Rukia said snappily, her embarrassment fueling her temper, "So could you please let me get dressed?!"
Ishida blushed an even deeper red, if that was possible, and ducked out the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He felt his face, surprised that when confronted with a sight like that, that he wasn't bleeding profusely from his nose. He was glad he wasn't, though. That was the last thing he needed at a time like this. He leaned his wiry, muscular back against the wood of her door and sighed, trying to rid her from his thoughts.
"Hitsugaya tells me you're training today," Ishida ventured, his voice still slightly shaky from the sight of Rukia in nothing but a towel playing over and over in his thoughts.
Rukia paused slightly, clutching the cloth of the towel closer to her body, as she opened her dresser drawer. She rifled through her underwear, finding a pair and then turned, finding a pair of shorts and a red tank top to wear. She slipped on a sports bra that went beneath her shirt and then moved to put the shirt on, all the while answering, "Yeah, that's what he said."
She heard Ishida sigh from the other side of the door, "That's good. Just…don't push yourself too hard, okay?"
"What are you talking about?" Rukia asked, quirking a delicately sculpted brow as she shimmied into her shorts.
"Well, I know how you are," Ishida began after taking a deep breath, "You're determined to help us, to keep us out of danger. That was the look in your eyes as you came down the stair the other day, but we can all take care of ourselves, Rukia. We appreciate your gesture, but…just realize your limitations."
The door jerked open, making Ishida tumble down to the ground, landing squarely on the floor in front of Rukia, his head in between her ankles. The raven haired girl jumped back, thankful she hadn't been wearing a skirt. "Ishida!" She shouted, kneeling down beside him, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
Ishida pushed himself up onto his elbows and cocked his head to face Rukia, "I'm good. Quincy, remember? Takes a lot more than that to hurt me."
Rukia laughed ruefully. Everything's changed so much… She thought, smiling slightly bitterly, somewhat wishing that everything could be normal, everything could be right again.
But she knew that was asking too much.
She helped Ishida up, reassuring him that she wouldn't push herself too hard, and they made their way down to the first floor, walking to the kitchen where Ishida kindly made the Kuchiki girl a ham and cheese sandwich. She ate gratefully, savoring every bite, while she watched Ishida's strong arms move around, flexing, as he fixed his own sandwich.
He sat down in front of her at the table and chomped into his own sandwich, his navy eyes bright and thoughtful as he looked past her at the window behind her. Rukia blinked a few times before she turned to see what he was looking at.
Hitsugaya stood, in his human form - gigai, she had heard them refer to it as - with a wooden kendo sword in his grasp. His icy eyes were confident, staring holes into his opponent. Renji stood across from him, also in his gigai, and also with a wooden kendo sword gripped between his fingers.
They were still for a moment, and then, Renji struck. His tall body charged forward, chocolate eyes determined, and he swung his sword at Hitsugaya, who dodged the slashing motion that was directed at his gut, and did a flip in mid-air. Renji glanced upward at the twirling captain and jumped up as well. He tried to strike again, but this time, Hitsugaya was too quick, he blocked his sword with his own and they were locked in a confrontation. The swords were still crossed, even as they plummeted downward, landing on the ground with a thud.
Seeing this, Rukia felt awe for the spectacle. She rose from her chair, sliding it back quickly, leaving her half-eaten sandwich behind. Ishida rose as well, looking at her concernedly. That look in her eyes was never good. That determined, excited look never bode well…
She slid open the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. As soon as she did so, the fighting stopped and everyone glanced at her with a curious gaze. Though the action stopped, Renji and Hitsugaya still had their swords interlocked.
"I'm ready!" Rukia exclaimed, her violet eyes wide and glistening with enthusiasm.
Hitsugaya looked at her, icy eyes betraying no emotion as he tossed her his kendo sword, handle first. Her eyes widened, not expecting that, and she scrambled to catch it and not look like a fool.
It slipped through her hands several times before she got a grip on it. She heard Ichigo and Renji's chuckling, as well as Matsumoto's. She found the handle and gripped it in her right hand as she stepped forward into the sunlight.
She heard Ishida's delicate footfalls behind her, and she looked behind herself to see that the Quincy was following her. Strange, didn't he hate Soul Reapers? Yet here he was, walking out into the fray with several extremely well-trained shinigami. She idly wondered why he would do that, but she didn't spend too much time on it. Her mind was focused on training right now.
Matsumoto smiled when she saw the raven haired girl approach, "Ah, sleepy head's up!"
Rukia grinned in her direction.
Hitsugaya looked back and forth between his overtly affectionate fukutaichou and his new "apprentice" of sorts, silencing them with a glare of his turquoise eyes. "Play catch up later, train now." He said in a rough voice, "It's what Rukia wants, right?"
Rukia straightened to attention, as if Hitsugaya was some kind of drill sergeant. She nodded her head several times in succession and she walked forward, not noticing the tip of her sword dragging the ground behind her.
Hitsugaya was up to her in a flash, his tanned skin gleaming attractively in the sunlight. Rukia felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he looked her over, his eyes lingering over her form before dropping to the sword dragging the dirt. He looked up at her, critical, and took her slender hand in his own, righting the sword from its place on the ground.
"Never let your sword drag on the ground." Hitsugaya said strictly, his eyes intense.
"O-Okay, I didn't notice."
Hitsugaya's eyes softened as he looked at the girl, clearly embarrassed for what she had done. "No problem. It's your first time." He smiled at her gently, and she looked at him, her embarrassed blush turning into a flustered one at the dizzying quality of his smile. Her hand felt warm and inviting within his own, the weight of her slender fingers felt comforting, natural in his palm.
Rukia nodded slightly, looking at Hitsugaya with a curious gaze as his free hand took her left hand in his and put it on the hilt of the sword, right beneath the curled fist of her other hand.
"There." He said, satisfied, "Hold it like that."
Rukia nodded, her violet eyes wide like saucers, waiting for his next instruction. She could feel all eyes on her and the white haired taichou. The very feeling was enough to make her blush more than she already was.
Hitsugaya appraised her position, and looked at her feet, which were side by side. He slid his foot between hers, and moved it from side to side, making her feet move apart and giving her a wide base. "Always have a wide stance. It's more relaxed and easier to move in to attack."
Rukia nodded, listening intently to his instructions.
After a few more minute instructions, he stepped away, looking at her with approval, and then moved to Renji, motioning forward nonchalantly, "Attack her."
"Wh-What?" Renji stuttered, looking frantically from Hitsugaya to the petite raven haired girl with the huge violet eyes, who looked so out of place with that huge kendo sword in her arms.
"You heard me, Abarai." He growled his last name, "Attack her. And don't go easy on her."
"But…Hitsugaya-taichou, I was under the impression that you were going to spar with her!"
Rukia looked to Hitsugaya, her heart stuttering sporadically in her chest, "Yeah, me too, actually!"
Hitsugaya looked at her curiously. The way her lips were set, the way her purple eyes were wide with hope, he could've thought that she actually was looking forward to Hitsugaya being the one to attack her.
"Renji first." Hitsugaya said, though the look in Rukia's eyes made him actually want to take it back.
Renji growled in his chest and stepped forward. He didn't look too comfortable with the idea of attacking Rukia. "Sorry in advance." Renji muttered under his breath.
Rukia didn't even have time to consider his words, for the next minute, he was flashing up to her, his long legs propelling him forward. He slashed the wooden sword at her and she shrieked, not knowing what to expect.
Deftly, surprisingly, she jumped back, avoiding a pegging assault to her stomach. Renji didn't stop, however, he kept going, darting at her like some kind of predatory animal. Rukia jumped out of the way, landing a few feet to the left of Renji, dodging yet another attack.
"You can't just run from a hollow, Kuchiki." Hitsugaya said coldly, looking at her technique of darting across the spacious backyard like she was the gazelle and Renji was the lion about to go for the jugular.
She was distracted, her eyes moving to Hitsugaya for a moment. In that split second, Renji struck, the wooden weapon slicing through the air and connecting roughly with her side, sending her sprawling across the grass, skidding away from the shinigami and Ishida. She let a small yelp escape her lips in the pain that radiated from her ribs all the way to her waist from the blow.
"Rukia!" Ishida called out, starting to run to her. A slim hand stopped him.
"No," Matsumoto said calmly, "Let her get through this. This is the easy part of the training, believe it or not. It will only get worse for her if you help her now."
Ishida blinked, wondering how the strawberry blonde had gotten from her space beneath a tree to in front of him in the doorframe in such a short amount of time. He looked into her ash grey eyes with wonder before she grinned impishly, grasping the wiry muscle of his arm and dragging him over to where she, Hinamori, and Ichigo sat beneath a large cherry blossom tree. She plopped back down, and brought the thin Quincy down with her.
"Just watch." Matsumoto said kindly, "I'm sure she's glad to have your support in this."
Ishida inhaled sharply, taken aback by the beauty of her gaze, and then he moved his navy blue eyes back out to the battle.
Rukia had gotten up from her felled position on the grass, gripping her side in pain, one of her eyes clenched together in her discomfort. "O…kay…" Rukia murmured, panting. She was already starting to get a bit tired, but Renji, though he was sparring with Hitsugaya just moments before, looked like he could go on for hours on end.
Her eyes narrowed in determination, her fire rekindled after her momentary lapse of uncertainty. She got into the position Hitsugaya had her in before in little to no time, perfectly. Edging one foot forward, she glanced at the red haired shinigami, who was looking apologetic and sheepish at what he had just done.
Biting her bottom lip, she shot forward, like an arrow from a bow.
Being human, she couldn't jump as high as the shinigami, even in their gigai they were stronger than the average human, but she tried her best, jumping in the air as high as she could, then coming down with a powerful swing of the wooden sword.
Renji blocked expertly, as he had done for centuries. His chocolate eyes met her violet ones with approval, "Nice." He muttered as her feet touched the ground.
But, apparently, it wasn't "nice" enough, for in the next split second, Renji had tossed her to the side like a rag doll. She skidded on her feet this time, across the lawn and to the tall wooden fence that made its way around her backyard. Her eyes narrowed at him again, wondering what she was doing wrong.
Of course, it could be the fact that she had never before fought a day in her life, but still, she guessed that because of her huge amount of spiritual energy it would come naturally to her, like most things supernatural did, but then again, maybe she was just getting her hopes up, wanting to get strong fast, when in fact it took years to muster up the power that resided within shinigami like Renji and Hitsugaya.
The pain in her ribs didn't subside, though Rukia pushed it to the back of her mind, feeling her anger at herself bubble and boil through her veins.
Again, she charged at Renji.
Her feet seemed heavy and sluggish beneath her, but she wondered why. Most likely because she was so…human. Out of all the people here, she was the most human, the most vulnerable to attack, and it killed her that that was the case. She wanted to be strong, powerful, skilled. Like Renji was being right now.
Like Hitsugaya. She thought as she raced forward.
"Ha!" She let a cry escape her lips as she bore down on Renji's sword with her own. The red head looked at her with an amused glance and didn't move. Not one centimeter did he move from where he stood.
She growled, grinding her teeth together in frustration as she pushed down.
Renji, this time, moved forward, his strong legs overpowering her own, forcing her back. Her eyes were wide as his face came closer to her, pushing her back toward the fence with a speed she never knew he possessed.
She gasped in shock when her back hit the wood of the fence with a force she was not expecting. It knocked the breath out of her, and caused tears to burst into her eyes. She started gasping slightly, and her chest was pressed against Renji's, making it hard for her to breathe. She had lost the grip on her sword, and it was now useless beside her head, the tip pressed against the wood of the fence. Renji's own sword was sideways against her slender neck.
Renji smirked slightly at her, and murmured, "You didn't do that bad, so get that look off your face, Ruk."
He grinned at her, letting her free. The sword slipped from her sweaty hands to the soft grass by her feet. A blush was coating her cheeks now, face burning with embarrassment, as she stooped over to pick up the seemingly useless object. It felt strange in her hands now, heavy, like it was resisting her using it. Her hands were already blistered from their brief sparring match. She groaned as the pain in her back started flaring up.
"Good, good," Hitsugaya said, as if he were a coach of some sort. In a way, she guessed he was a coach. Her own personal coach. She fought a blush at that image.
"Good?" Rukia said, her eyes skeptical, "I got my ass handed to me."
"You did."
"Shut up, Ichigo." Hitsugaya called in an exasperated tone, as if that were the hundredth time he had said those words. Rukia was sure it was more than that.
"For your first time, it was surprising how graceful you moved," Hitsugaya said, his turquoise eyes betraying nothing, "I was impressed with that."
Rukia gulped and tried to fight the burning from her cheeks.
"You just need to learn the basics. That sparring session was to see what we needed to work on, and what we needed to do…" Hitsugaya explained, looking to Renji, "Thanks."
"No prob." Renji looked shaken at the unexpected courtesy from the icy captain.
"Physical combat is not the only thing we can work on," Hitsugaya continued, looking from Rukia to Renji, then his eyes darted to the tree where the three other shinigami and Ishida sat beneath. "Hinamori?" He called with deliberate softness, "Would you come here?"
Hinamori flitted gracefully across the lawn to stand beside Hitsugaya, her brown eyes wondering, "Yes?"
"Heal Rukia's wound with your kido." Hitsugaya said, looking at the petite girl.
Rukia quirked a brow and suddenly felt the burning scrapes down the backs of her forearms, where she had braced herself against the fence, and from where she had skidded along the grass. There was also a cut on the side of her calf, dripping blood at a steady pace. The pain in her back was almost unbearable now.
Hinamori walked gracefully over to her. If Rukia was graceful for her first time fighting, then Hinamori was even more graceful even thought she only walked forward.
"Hinamori, since she is the best in kido of the shinigami here, will be teaching you how to cast kido spells," Hitsugaya explained as Hinamori took both of Rukia's elbows in her hands and a bright energy started to emit from her own hands, soaking into the raven haired girl's injured skin. "Kido can be used for the healing purposes that Hinamori is using it for now, or for attacking, which is quite useful."
There was a tingling sensation that made its way across her skin, and then Hinamori moved down to cup Rukia's calf muscle, doing the same thing to the cut there. Again, the tingling appeared, but this time it was one her leg.
"Lift up your shirt," Hinamori said politely as she twirled Rukia around.
Rukia lifted up her shirt, revealing a flat stomach and smooth back, except for the scratch marks and the large purpling area where Renji smashed his kendo sword against her side.
Hitsugaya felt his eyes move over Rukia's skin, appraising her form with his eyes, secretly, not wanting anyone else to know what he was doing. He felt his heart start to beat faster as he looked upward and saw the faint lining of her bra. Gulping slightly, he inhaled, trying to not make it sound shaky.
Seconds later, Rukia was healed and looking down at the bun haired girl's work on her wounds. Nothing was left other than smooth, unmarred flesh. Rukia felt excited at this. Now, if she could master both sword fighting and this kido magic, then she could both protect the ones she cared about as well as heal them from the injuries they sustained.
Her heart started going a mile a minute at just even imagining it.
She bent over and picked up the discarded kendo sword.
She grinned ferociously, determination rekindled.
"Alright, let's continue!"
End Chapter Nine.
Okay! There's chapter nine. Sorry if it ended abruptly, but there will be the continuation of training in many chapters to come! And I plan on updating as soon as I can. I start college in about two weeks, so yeah. Maybe I'll be able to squeeze in an update before then, but I'm not making any promises.
I've really suddenly gotten inspired by this fic, after reading all the amazing HitsuRuki fics out there…it's just awesome at how many awesome ones there are out there!
Anyway, thanks so much for all the support! I appreciate it! Now, please review with your opinions! I would really love that!
Arigato!