I have so many incomplete stories. So while the internet is hot, might as well get cracking. Tell me what you think of this one, k?
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Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.....
Cold, hard droplets of water splashed against the window frame and I found myself curling beneath the covers even tighter. Damn you, rain.
I shivered slightly and wrapped my blanket around my body harder, enveloping myself more. And still, despite the covers and the sheets, the comforter and my blanket, I still shivered. I couldn't sleep, that much I knew... and I probably wouldn't be able to for the rest of the night but I refused to open my eyes. Somehow, closing them took off some of the pain I was feeling.
And I was grateful for that.
I rolled over to my left and buried my head under my sheets even more. My pillow lay abandoned and my bolster kicked off to the ground.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep......
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for sleep to kick in. I wished it could have given me one, right in the ass but it didn't. I bit my lip and it took all of the willpower I had not to kick myself in the ass for feeling so....
Well, like this.
But still I never stopped feeling it... and the rain never stopped pouring either.
Drop...
Drop..
Drop...
Splash.
Drop
Drop
Drop
Splash....
The sequence continues painstakingly as the sounds of the water drops pierce my eardrums. God, how I hated the rain.
I hated it.
The existence of rain sickened me to the core, resembling the way people feel about certain unmentionable things.....
Make the rain stop.
Make. It. Stop. Please.....
I was too intent on blocking out the painful sounds of the thumping water globules cascading from the supposedly heavenly skies - that I hadn't noticed a new sound emitting from my room.
It was a soft thudding. Sounds of... footsteps padding on the hardwood floor.
"Ichigo." It was a soft whisper, barely audible among the noises caused by the rain.
It was a slight scraping of something metal on the wooden floor. My chair, was it?
And a soft plop as something settled on it comfortably. I opened my eyes, slowly and hazily.
I felt my covers being yanked and I groaned involuntarily. "Don't be such a baby about it." I heard the voice mutter and found the keeper of that voice.
Wild blue orbs stared at me directly onto my face, making swirls of colours that were making me dizzy by the second. Even though it was dark, I could still make out a small figure, sitting cross-legged on my chair, leaning its upper body to the front. I frowned and realised a second later who it was.
Again, I groaned.
"Go away, Rukia." I muttered. I tried covering my head up again with my covers but it was being tugged forcefully out of my grasp. "What is your deal?!" I asked, in annoyance, as she kept on tugging it. "I'm trying to sl-"
"Don't give me that ridiculous lie, bokeh." She cut my sentence sternly and managed to completely dislodge my grip from my blanket. "Even inside there, I knew you weren't trying to sleep." She said, motioning to the closet she inhabited at the moment, her face set in a slight frown.
I rolled my eyes. "What are you talking about?" I asked, masking my overflowing emotions. I focused my vision on my window where water lapped onto the sill, sliding down the frame rapidly.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her usual deep, commanding voice heightening its tone to a much more softer one, expressing the concerned emotion behind it. I rolled my eyes.
"It's...." I said and sighed a moment later. "Nothing."
Her hand remained clutching my blanket and I felt it tightening. "Really." She muttered and she, too, gave a sigh. But it wasn't a tired sigh, it was a surrendering sigh. "Well, good night." She said and released my blanket, at the same time releasing her expressions of worry for me in reluctance. "Just one thing." She said before she stood up. "I know I told you that you can tell me when you felt like you were ready, but keeping it bottled up like that isn't going to do much for you, Ichigo. It'll end up destroying you."
"I know."
"You do?"
I found myself nodding and I closed my eyes. "Of course I know. It's been destroying me for ages. What you said..." I sat up slowly and hugged my left knee. "Was what my dad had said right after my mom died when I was at the river, still trying to look for her." I remembered him there, with Yuzu and Karin, looking down at me with warm faces. Dad had been.. well, normal. No, he was better than that... he was being a father to me at that moment. A very serious one, I might add.
I saw her untangle her legs from the corner of my eye. "I see." She said, her hands folded neatly on her lap. "Well, it just goes to show how stubborn you are." She said, harrumphing.
"Huh?"
"You've always been a stubborn idiot all your life, haven't you?" she asked, a trace of smugness coating her relieved tone of voice. "Ichigo," she sighed and in one swift movement, she was on my bed. "You are an idiot."
I glared at her. Honestly, if this was what she was going to say to me all night....
But I never got to finish that train of thoughts as she reached for my hand in one swift move and held it tightly with her own. "Why hadn't you listened to them then? Why had you gone on the rest of your life blaming yourself? Were you that much of an idiot to realise that..." Rukia stopped, gripping my hand even harder. "They care about you? Ichigo, it's not wrong to open up sometimes."
I looked down, focusing on a piece of string on my blue blanket. "I know."
"Then don't just say you KNOW it. DO it. Open up... and it's a definite guarantee that you'd feel better about yourself." Rukia said, her commanding voice growing stronger by the second.
Minutes flew by and Rukia finally gave a sigh. "This was a spur of the moment time now wasn't it? Touching too." she said; sarcasm and wit dripping from her tone of voice. I said nothing, still absorbed in my thoughts. "Well," she said, unconsciously slipping her hand from mine. "Good night, Ichigo. Sleep well. Do try to sleep." She said and stood up.
Rain beat down heavily against the window and the sound... intimidated me. It was as if it was mocking me, cackling away along with the lightning. Without turning away from the window, I caught Rukia's small wrist and held it tight.
She never did those irritating sharp intake of breath like the way women always do in romantic movies when a guy does this kind of thing.
She simply cocked her head on the side, her raven tresses falling delicately over her left eye. But her other eye was just enough to make my dizzy again when she stared at me curiously.
I would probably really kick myself in the ass tomorrow.... but for now... I wanted this for me. I wanted to do this. And nothing, not even the rain is going to stop me.
"Sleep with me tonight?" I asked and realised a second later that it had came out wrong. "I mean here, here."
Rukia didn't blush either. She rarely does and she hadn't laughed at me or stuttered a response.
She just gave me one of her annoying smirks and gripped her hip suavely.
"Ah." She said, jumping on my bed and slipping her petite frame inside my blanket and my comforter.
"Just until... the rain stops." I said, feeling so, very sleepy all of a sudden.
"Hmm, of course." She mumbled, rubbing her cheeks to my pillow..
I stifled a yawn and bid a goodnight to her. She replied casually and we faced opposite ways.
At least...
Until....
The rain stops.
"Rukia-chaaaaan, Onee-Chaaaaaan, breakfast!"
Yuzu pouted. Why were they so late? It was already past nine, they should be awake and ready by now. Yuzu checked the kitchen clock.
"Rukia-Chaaaaaan!"
"Onee-Chaaaaan!"
Nothing. Yuzu puffed out her cheeks and knocked on her brother's room.
The door was unlocked. Yuzu sniffed disapprovingly and barged in, ready to yell her brother's name.
She stopped dead on her tracks at the sight in front of her.
Her brother... and Rukia-chan...
Her brother!
And
RUKIA-chan?!?!?!
They were... sleeping on the same bed? Arms wrapped around each other? Her head nestling nicely on the crook of his neck? What affection! Yuzu's head was swarming with thoughts at the sight of them and the only reasonable one she could think of was that they just accidently fell into bed together. Yes, that's it!
But it didn't stop her from scurrying down the stairs, thinking that breakfast can wait for the two.
"You do realise that Yuzu had seen us, right?"
Ichigo heard a deep murmur and felt the soft puffs of hot breaths in his ear. He snorted.
"Course I did. She's not that quiet when it comes to meal times."
"So I've heard."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and suddenly realised that his arms were loosely wrapped around Rukia. He gulped.
Well, well, well, shouldn't he feel the least bit embarrassed? Shouldn't he be blushing by now? Shouldn't his face be as red as a tomato right now?!?!
Well, none of it happened. Well so what? He had held Rukia a good amount of times to know this was normal.
Bullshit, another part of his mind said. You know perfectly well that this is different.
Yeah? Well why aren't I blushing?
Should you be?
"Ichigo, did you hear me?" Rukia's voice rang in his ear and he cringed. "I said I have to go to the bathroom. Yuzu's getting a bit furious."
Ichigo nodded dumbly and released his grip on her waist. She unattached herself from him and bounded up the bed, kicking off their blanket in the process.
"What are we going to tell Yuzu?" she asked him, her arms crossed around her chest and her expression wry. Ichigo rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Should we tell her anything?" he asked, sitting up and scratching his orange head. "I doubt we'd need an explanation. She already saw us and if we gave her some cock-and-bull story she'd probably be even more suspicious." He said, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Had a good sleep?" Rukia asked slyly. Ichigo snorted and got up from bed. Truthfully? Yeah, he had. But he wasn't going to say that. Of course he'd have to say something else. Anything else....
"Sure, let's go with yes, I did. But it'd be even more relaxing if you weren't snoring the entire time." he commented and earned a good morning kick on his shin. He yelled, hopped on one foot and cursed. Then, a moment later, they were back to their usual bickering.
"Honestly, you snore like a vacuum cleaner."
"Well at least I don't writhe and thrash about. You'd be able to knock down a boulder next to you and not realise it was there in the first place."
"Thanks, Rukia." Ichigo mumbled, looking away. He proceeded to going to the bathroom before he felt someone tugging his shirt.
"You're welcome." She replied and pulled him back, her hands stayed on his chest. "It wasn't that difficult, was it?" she asked, frowning slightly while staring at his chest.
"No, it wasn't." He said, looking up towards the ceiling, somehow feeling glad of yesterday's event.
"Well, good. Because I wouldn't want to have to do it every night. Your bed's just not meant for two, Ichigo." Rukia said, clutching the fabric of his shirt and pulling him down for a soft kiss on the mouth. "Besides, my methods of handling you are way better than that crap I tried yesterday. Mushy stuff just doesn't work for me. I'd prefer to kick your head rather than doing that again." She spoke against his lips, never releasing her grip on his chest. Her lips rubbed his gently for the last time and she pulled back. "See you downstairs." She murmured and let go.
He watched her leave for the bathroom and glanced outside where the sun was shining brightly, bits of light splashing into his room. "Yeah, I was right. She made the rain stop alright." He chuckled inwardly.
Of course.... she made the rain stop.
A/N: well? review, pretty please. =]
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