Hey I'm Back! Sorry I haven't updated in so long there's been a whole lot of drama lately. Also I had a slight writers block which I hate! T-T Anyways thank you all for reviewing chapter2! I would like to answer some of the questions you asked me so here we go! (1) No Kisshu is not an alien there is a reason why he looks the way he does but thats revealed later in the story.(Its a pretty crazy idea XP) (2) No Kisshu has never given Ichigo a letter or a poem or a picture. He has though written many poems and drawn many pictures about or of her. (3) As for the gift I'm sorry to say it isn't that original, You'll see what I mean.
Sobs filled the air as her body shook...
"Her Late-Night Caller."
Thunder continued to roar, as lighting continued to flash across the sky. Salty tears rolled down her cheeks sliding down to her mouth as she sat there still and non-moving.
She sat in the same exact place, her hands still warped around the wooden block's edge while it dug deep, pressing itself into her palms. To scared to move as floor dust stuck to her wet legs. Her hair fell in front of her eyes, water dripping from it. Her tears streamed down falling matching the water drops that splashed on to the floor.
"Plop…Plop…Plop…" They seemed to echo through out her ears as her vision stayed blurred.
Her insides were feeling so very confused as questions swarmed within her, popping up in her head each chance they got, causing her to go on the verge of a mental break down.
Fear and anguish were swarming within her heart and soul. They were like blood sucking leeches trying to drain her very life from her bones.
"Why?" She thought. "Why would he come here now?"
Nothing made any sense to her anymore.
She let out a low whimper while taking in a shaking breath. She could swear that the room was so cold that she could see her own breath coming out in small little puffs of white.
So many questions were filling her mind causing it to ache so hard that she could feel it in her ears. Questions were coming out of nowhere then disappearing just as soon as they had come only to be replaced with another thus creating total, utter, yet beautiful chaos to corrupt her mind.
There was however one question that lingered longer then the others, and its persistence felt like it was screaming.
Why was this happening to her?
Kisshu's lips curved into a soft smile as he finished engraving into the small piece of metal that dangled from his long slender fingers by a black velvet ribbon.
It was perfect in his mind. Absolutely perfect for her, even though it was small, he knew it would compliment her greatly if she were to wear it. But most likely she would just throw it into her closet to be forgotten amongst all the other unorganized piles of his gifts, where it would wait out its nonexistent life catching dust and whatever other dirt-like particles there were floating around in the air that he did not feel quite comfortable listing in his mind at this particular point in time.
This realization caused a painful twinge to run through his heart. He of course was use to her rejecting reactions but it still caused him pain to know that this, the only way he was truly connected to her was looked down at in her eyes with such apprehension. Was what he was doing really that bad? Was it the fact that she was an angel and he was a demon probably straight out of the pits of hell, that caused these painful things to happen?
He thought this all bitterly. Tightening his fingers around the ribbon he looked up at the digital clock set up on a shelf above his desk.
It read 1:45.
She was definitely out of her shower by now.
He had been over at her place at about 11:30. He had come in through her bedroom window after moving a block of wood wedged up into it that he knew had been put there to keep him out. He also knew she had probably kept wedging it up in there until she herself couldn't even move it with all her strength. Only considering how long it took him to get it down, which wasn't that long, just long for him.
After he was completely in her room he had set the block on the floor. He then had heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Softly and swiftly he walked over to the bathrooms door. Listening intently he heard her sweet angelic voice come through it.
She had been humming. Oh god did he love her voice.
He leaned in closer to the door so that he had been partially leaning up against it. Focusing on nothing but her sweet lullaby pretending she had been humming for him.
He had then left realizing she could be done at any moment. Her humming now imprinted into his brain forever.
Moving things out of the way he began looking for the phone he had gotten shortly after he had looked up her number.
He finally found it and dialed her number needing to hear her voice once more that night.
"Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggg!!!"
Ichigo's head shot up at the sound of my house phone going off.
She looked out to the hallway where it was located. Her lips trembling while she did as it continued to ring. Slowly she got up off the floor and began taking small steps into the hallway. Her legs feeling numb from sitting on the floor for so long. Stepping carefully she found it by its glowing green light. She read the caller ID and gulped.
Unknown…
With a shaking hand she slowly reached for it. Debating on whether or not she should actually answer it.
"Why the hell am I answering the phone!?" She mentally screeched at herself. Honestly why in her current situation would she even think of such a thing? Oh but how she was longing to hear another persons voice right now. She knew it was foolish because of whom it could be on the other end of it, but in the end she just couldn't take it.
With a deep shaky breath she finally answered it. Putting the receiver to my ear Ichigo swallowed and then whispered in the smallest voice you could ever imagine.
"Hello?"
She waited a while and after no one answered she couldn't hold back the small sob that escaped form the back of her throat.
"It is him."
Ichigo placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself letting another escape.
Anger suddenly over came me as She gripped the phone even tighter. Oh God was she getting fed up with this.
"Listen up." She growled into the phone. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I am getting tired of this! Just leave me alone! You torture me! Do you understand that? Do you, you son of a bi-"
"Ichigo?" A girl's voice was suddenly heard and I felt the anger that consumed me leave.
"L-Lettuce?" She answered my eyes growing wide with shock.
"Hai… Ichigo I am so sorry to call you so late. It's just that when you left the café y-you seemed so timid and you l-looked a little scared when it c-came to closing time…Oh I am so foolish I shouldn't of j-just called you l-like this especially this late. Y-you were probably s-sleeping…Um I am so sorry Ichigo so very sorry it w-will never h-happen again …" She continued to apologize.
"Oh Lettuce!" Ichigo whispered into the phone. Relief began to take the place of her previous anger. "Don't you dare apologize; you don't know how happy I am to hear your voice right now."
She smiled. "And don't worry that you might've woken me up either I wasn't asleep I've…been having a little trouble getting to sleep tonight…with the storm and all." She thought the last part up quickly.
"Really?"
"Of course, but um…Lettuce?"
"Yes?" Her reply came through.
"Why did your number come up unknown on my caller ID?" She asked curiously.
"Ah, about that my phones getting some work done so I called from the pay phone that's in front of my house." She answered.
"You're outside!?" She almost yelled in surprise.
"Y-yes…" Her meek voice answered
"Lettuce it's terrible outside right now!" Ichigo continued her brow creasing with worry for her friend.
"I know but I really wanted to make sure you were alright." She went on. "You are aren't you?"
"Yes Lettuce I'm fine." Ichigo lied. "You better go inside now; I don't want you catching a cold and it being my fault."
"Okay goodbye Ichigo-San. I'll see you tomorrow at school right?"
"Yeah"
"You promise?"
"I promise" She answered before hanging up the phone. Sighing she let out a small smile and began walking away towel still wrapped tightly around her body.
"I guess its time for bed" She whispers to the dark.
"Rrrrriiiiiiinngg!!!!!"
Ichigo froze in mid step as the sound hit her ears causing her small smile to generally leave its place on her face.
She turned slowly until she was regretfully facing it. While looking at it wondering what to do, her heart as usual picked up it's pace. she begins taking small steps back towards it. she picks up the phone for a second time after reading the caller ID again.
Unknown.
"Lettuce? Is it you again?" Ichigo asks softly.
Just like before I get no answer.
"Hello who's there?" No answer again. She hangs up the phone and begin to walk away again a little more quickly then before.
"It's just the wrong number." She thinks trying to reassure herself.
"Rrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!!!!!"
Again she stops. Knowing that now for certain she shouldn't answer it for her luck can only run so deep. But something is compelling her to answer it, itching at her beneath her very skin. So she picks it up.
"Hello?"
Nothing but silence comes.
This time she am not mistaken. This time she knows for certain it is him and unlike before all that spitfire anger is long gone.
Ichigo lets out a low whimper, and she starts to wonder why she is so stupid.
She can hear him breathing through the phone.
She knows he is listening intently to catch any thing that she might do. she is so scared she can't even hang up the phone like all those times before.
Somehow though, through all this she finds her voice.
"Why?"
Typically he doesn't answer.
"Why?" She demands stronger while a fresh batch of tears makes there way into her eyes and spill over. God damn did she cry a lot, and she hated it. It made her feel weak and spineless, like she couldn't do anything at all. Why must he do this to her?
Kisshu listens to the fear in his angel's voice and his heart aches with its usual hurt. She hates him she truly does.
He sighs softly hoping it will take away some of the pain in his chest. He knows this is his fault. That he should have fought harder to stay away, but he just couldn't.
He loves her so much. He loves her with everything he is. He doesn't want to be the cause of her fear.
"Why are you doing this to me? She asks him.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
His pain increases and before his mind can even register what he's doing for the first time ever he answers her.
"Because…"
"I love you."
Her heart stops and she gasps.
"What?"
In one fluid movement she slams the phone down, her arm feels hot flames of pain shoot up it but she pays no mind, and rips it out of its connection to the wall throwing it at the opposite one leaving a dent.
She stand their hyperventilating.
Sobs begin to rack her body as she sinks to the floor, burying her face in her hands.
" This can't be happening..."
Her attempts at stopping her sobs are futile. So she again just sits on the floor trying to get over it.
How she wishes the sun would come up and take away this night.
The seconds ticked away in his head as he listened to the dead phone line long after she had hung up.
With a wavering hand he leisurely hung the phone up. But when it came to letting it go he found that he couldn't. That's when the reality of what he had just done hit him. It hit him hard.
"How could I?" He asked himself his amber eyes wide with shock.
"I'm such an idiot!" He screamed at himself.
Using his free hand he punched the wall in front of him causing the shelf above his desk and all the things on it to shake. He punched it again and again even after his knuckles had begun to bleed he continued to punch not caring about the pain that caused his hand to feel like it was on fire and that, that fire was melting the flesh right off his bones.
When he had finally stopped the hole he left in the wall was almost a whole foot deep.
He looked down at his hand and not only found it tremendously hard to unclench it, but also it looked worse then terrible.
It was all purple and blue from bruises and blood was gushing out of it and all over the place. Pieces of drywall were stuck in it
As he held it towards the light he could see the white glint of his bone.
That however did not keep his attention for very long. Soon his thoughts were all on Ichigo again.
"She probably really hates me now." He thought worryingly.
Looking at his desk to see if he had gotten blood on anything he noticed the present which he was suppose to give to Ichigo glimmering on it.
He had almost forgotten.
Despite everything that happened tonight he was still going to proceed with giving it to her.
Standing up he was determined to go on with his plan.
"I just want you to understand what you mean to me."
Was his last thought before leaving to carry it out.
So how was it? I don't think I made it too descriptive but that is up to you to decide.
I also tried to stop changing the POV's of characters unless it went to a different person.
I hope this chapter was good I really wanted to get it out here before my birthday which is tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure you guys got what the gift was if not you will definitely know in the next chapter which is when I'm planing on them actually meeting.^_^
Also I was thinking of making this a lemon like one of my reviewers suggested but I want to know what the rest of you think as well so please review and tell me what you think yes or no.
Bye for now! Ill update as soon as I can!