Would you love me if you knew what I was?

Chapter Fifteen: Idiot

Now, I'm having people worry about a YumixArcher pairing, I know it. Look out, 'cuz I might go evil on Hitsu lovers (Aw, I won't…will I?). I'm a Hitsu lover myself so don't worry too much about it, yet. lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, Yumi and Archer would be in there and there would be at least one kiss in the series. Ack.

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Archer groaned at the sudden feeling of warmth that began to pull him out from his silent stupor. He let out a small groan and shifted in a strange pillow half his body was resting comfortably in.

Pillows?

He could have sworn that in the extra room he was sleeping in didn't have any pillows other than the futons on the floor. But as questioning as the situation was, his mind was still hazy and he snuggled into the warmth to return to that heavenly world called sleep. Something then snaked around him and brought him closer. That did the trick and snapped his sleep just enough to see arms around his chest and the feeling of rising and falling behind him. Quiet breaths were heard and when he turned around, all he saw were closed lids and an innocent feature on the girls face. His back was gently resting against her own petite frame.

He felt his face grow red when he saw her and even darker when his senses realized how he was pretty much leaning against her like a child and their mother. It was somewhat embarrassing actually. Archer's gaze softened, however, when Yumi began to slacken her hold on him.

'I've…never really been held like this before,' he thought. His arms came up to hold the girls arms back in place and he closed his eyes in something akin to happiness,' it feels…nice.'

Despite his head thinking this was strange and wrong; his heart thought otherwise and enjoyed the opportunity. Whoever said follow their heart to the bitter end must have forgotten someone else's point of view. It wasn't right…this—this moment of time.

Yumi would have to go back to Soul Society eventually; Kuchiki Byakuya would make damn sure of that. Plus, Archer swore to himself that he would not step one foot into the Seireitei until a certain person lay dead by his hand or if the girl was in need of absolute protecting. Even after that it was hopeless for the cat. He wasn't…suited for something like 'that'.

No, Archer sighed deeply and frowned, amber eyes becoming downcast.

He couldn't take up that vacant space in the heart of one so broken already….

"Mm," a small groan escaped her throat as she shifted in awakening. Archer silently began to slip out of her grasp before she regained full consciousness and saw that faint blush that remained on his cheeks.

"Took you long enough to wake up."

"Oh, Archer. G'morning." She greeted with a childish yawn," Ah, I slept like a rock last night!"

He chuckled and ruffled her hair slightly in a brotherly fashion before getting up on his feet," C'mon, I gotta eat breakfast before the brat finishes it all."

Yumi quirked an eyebrow before accepting the hand offered to her," Were you talking about me or Jinta?"

"Why, you of course, princess."

She slapped him behind the head playfully and growled," Jerk!"


"Urahara-san. How is his training coming along?" asked Archer, curious at the way the carrot head was doing.

"It's already been three days in the pit, so if he doesn't hurry we'll have to kill him. Pretty much similar to your situation except I didn't get my arm broken in the process," Urahara of course gained a growl from the cat," How are your injuries by the way?"

"Fine…" Archer shifted uncomfortably under his gaze before moving his fully healed arm, although a tad bit stiff.

He sighed but then bit into an apple. Those that were finished were thrown on the ground. "Does she know?"

Archer shook his head," No. Hell, if she knew you were conducting this experiment, she'd either kill you or kill Ichigo."

Urahara chuckled and nodded in agreement," Ah, yes. Miyamoto-san can be quite scary when need be. But that wasn't really what I was asking."

"What?"

"Urahara!"

"Oh shoot, she's fast."

Yumi ran up to both males out of breath," Where's Ichigo?"

"Why do you ask?" questioned Archer with a quirked eyebrow.

"Something doesn't feel right," she frowned," it's like…I don't know, strange."

A tremor, followed by a series of yells and curses, took both Yumi and Archer by surprise and turned their gazes to a dark ditch in the middle of the plain. She ran over to poke her head over to see Ichigo looking up from the bottom in pain.

"I-Ichigo!?" she exclaimed," Hold on, I'll get you out—"

A hand suddenly appeared in front of her face and a burst of reiatsu pulsed through. Her knees buckled and she found herself on the ground with Urahara smiling strangely and shaking his head in disapproval.

"Sorry, Miyamoto-San, but Kurosaki-San has to do this all by himself!"

'What the…what did he do to me?' she asked herself in shock and eyes wide. Yumi couldn't move her limbs at all and her mind was hazy. She faintly recalled this happening to Rukia earlier when the Menos was in the park,' Reiatsu-based Paralysis…?'

She had no time to think any longer because a large block suddenly appeared over the hole, threatening to fall upon anything unfortunately beneath it, namely Ichigo. It made matter worse when Jinta shouted against Tessai using that high a restraining spell.

"Ichi—"

It was too late and the weight had fallen straight into the pit

Now this is the time where the author leaves it at a cliff for dramatic and climactic reasons. It's also used for a break from the story into a different part. Well, I refuse to act upon this for now. I believe we were at the explosion?

Through the dust and turmoil, a bright light flashed across the sky and crashed into the great earth and stone before them.

As the cloud began to dissipate, Yumi frowned and looked on hopefully," Ichigo?"

A lone shadow was seen before the figure was fully visible through her violet orbs.

Shinigami garbs

Tattered white cloth pierced with needles upon his shoulders

And…

A white Hollow mask

Jinta tilted his head," What the—is he a Shinigami or a Hollow?"

"Oh gods," she whispered quietly and placed a hand on her lips," Gods no…"

'Ichigo' said nothing but took a step forward whilst drawing his blade, only to find it still broken.

Yumi took a defensive stance with her own blade, though still broken as well but at least it was still longer than his. If need be, she was ready to fight him off even if it was still the same strawberry.

Her resolve was short-lived though. He had taken the end of his sword and rammed it straight into his face, or to be more specific, the mask.

With a clatter of white debris on the ground, he had taken the edge of the now loose mask and pulled it back to reveal chocolate brown eyes. They weren't gold nor any other color but that warm coffee brown that Yumi had grown accustom to.

Ichigo let out a confident sigh and grinned," What's next?"


"My god, you're going to be the death of me, Ichigo…" complained Yumi as the two both sat on top of one of the cliffs in Urahara's 'basement' and let their feet dangle off the edge.

He scratched the back of his head and looked at her with a sheepish grin," Eh, sorry about that."

"Just don't do it again," she muttered and pulled her knees up to her chest," I was beginning to think that Urahara had killed you or something."

"Oh, y-yeah. That's a relief," Ichigo began nervously, remembering the time Tessai had literally chopped his chain of fate a few days ago.

"Mm," Yumi agreed but then frowned slightly," Hey, Ichigo?"

"Yeah?"

"When…" she had a hard time stringing the words together and tried fiddling with her fingers a bit," When Ishida and I helped you at the park…and the time when Rukia left…"

"Yumi, what's wrong?"

She turned to him with a strange expression on her face. It had mixed feelings in it," You really want to save Rukia, don't you?"

"Of course!" he said with a smirk," I owe her one anyway."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Ichigo nodded his head as if remembering it with lidded eyes," She saved my family and gave me the power to protect those close to me."

Yumi remained silent for a moment before mumbling into her chest," So, if I'm ever in a pinch…"

He then put his hand on the young girls head and ruffled her hair slightly," That includes you, brat."

"Hey, that's my line."

"Archer!"

"Damn stray always ruins the mood."

"Hey you damn carrot top! Don't make me shoot your ass off!"

"Yeah? Try me cat boy!"

"Now, now boys. Play nice…"

"But he started it!"

"Say that again and I'll make sure you'll be dead in a minute."

"Bastard, I'll kill you in a second then!"

"Is that a challenge, Strawberry?"

"It's not strawberry you damn prissy tom! Go drink your milk or something."

"Speaking of food, I'm hungry so I'll just leave you two idiots alone."

"Hey!"


The night fell upon Karakura as Yumi sat upon a steel railing overlooking a grassy hill. The stars were all alight and the night air was calm and tranquil. The trees were filled with the darkened homes of the morning birds and sleeping squirrels.

It was peaceful

She looked up to see the moon in a crescent shape, waning from its once full basin of light in the sky. Unconsciously, she was wondering if he was watching the dark blue as well.

A slightly warm tingle went through her hand, remembering when he had held it, though unconsciously and focused on surviving. The pulse he let out that reverberated through her chest even in the rain back then. He was there; it wasn't a dream that her heart had just made up.

Everything grew silent as Yumi looked up at the sky before sliding down and decided the lie on the cool grass.

"Taicho?"

"What,"

Her eyes closed for a moment, listening to the sound of nothing but the symphony being played by crickets and more.

"If I was to…go away for a while, what would you do?"

"Well, it's not like anything like that is going to happen."

A frown hit her lips and her violet eyes reopened to look up at the heavenly skies.

"I know, but I just want to know…"

"Stupid," she sighed quietly under her breath and took her sword in hand to help her up. Strapping the blade behind her when on her feet, she turned her back to the blue sky that once acted as her guardian in hard times," I'm so stupid to think that…"


"Taicho?" asked Matsumoto, looking all around for the white haired captain.

It was almost midnight and he was nowhere in sight. Normally, it wasn't a surprise to see him gone without telling her or even disappearing for a few hours. But today was different. The paperwork wasn't done… Or more specifically, his paperwork wasn't done.

Just when Matsumoto was going to send a Hell Butterfly, she felt a familiar reiatsu and giggled softly before walking away to her own quarters. On top of his house was the frosty captain. Yes, by on top I mean on the roof. He had a surprising knack for getting to high places to think.

Teal eyes looked up into the starry sky in thought.

Hitsugaya growled momentarily. It was the first time in years that he was this distracted. The last time was probably back when he was still in Rukongai with Hinamori and Obaa-san. It was also before he learned of Hyourinmaru. He took a glance at the blade, unsheathing it just enough to see about an inch or two of cold metal. The hilt was decorated in pale blue ito and its hilt was a four pointed star. Whenever someone would look at that blade, they would either remain silent in fear should the dragon lose his temper, or stare in respect and awe.

He scoffed at the knowledge, remembering the past when he was in the academies. Back then, things were easier. No paperwork to worry about, no captain meetings every damn day, and no subordinates to worry about.

"Subordinates…huh," the captain muttered while looking up at the moon up above. A certain brown haired girl was on his mind.

Frightened violet orbs. Trembling hands reaching but also lashing out at him… A rainy day where a barrier was unknowingly broken between the two…

She was here.

The girl had really existed

With a silent chuckle, he added," Some captain I turned out to be."

Jumping off the roof, he strapped his blade on his bag once more and made his way towards home. But not before making a stop at a certain division. He wasn't going to wait anymore for that idiot to come back.


Omake Theatre

Mana: Jeez, this chapter was hell to write.

Hitsugaya: So when the hell does she get back?

Yumi: Aw, you miss me?

Hitsugaya: No, I need someone to do the paperwork

Mana/Yumi: -deadpan-

Ichigo: Harsh

Archer: Actually, that was clever

Hitsugaya: Finally we agree on something

Mana: …why is it that whenever someone agrees with another it ends up with me in trouble?

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