She's Like the Moon, an xSilverWingsx fanfic
Yeah well, I believe the world is burning to the ground. Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out. –Matchbox Twenty
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Rukia yawned through the emptiness of her bedroom, not bothering to cover her mouth because no one was really watching. She turned over and tried to get comfortable, since she hadn't gotten any sleep at Orihime's last night. The redhead had been chattering all night about how handsome and dashing Rukia's savior had been. The dark haired maiden had gotten so sick of this, so she nailed Orihime in the head with a wire hanger. This caused her to tear up, and Rukia spent the entire night apologizing.
And then Akamori had run off with one of her father's underling workers. That had been sort of funny, up until the part where they had fallen on top of Rukia on her way in and almost suffocated her. Hisana had come outside soon after, and it was an extremely awkward moment. Rukia turned over again and hit her foot painfully on the bed frame. After crying out, she got slowly to her feet and was almost blinded by the stream of sunlight blazing through her window. "Uhm..." she looked down at her legs, which were a horrible beet red. Maybe all that sunscreen hadn't helped after all...
"Oh, you're awake," said the familiar voice of her mother Hisana Kuchiki, who stood in the doorway with a lethargic expression. "Good. You can help me with breakfast." She wore a blue silk robe, and in all her regal beauty Rukia wondered how people thought they were alike at all.
"Where's Father?" Rukia asked, rolling her eyes at the title. Byakuya had said that 'Dad' was disrespectful to his authority and she must call him one of two things: Father or Kuchiki-sama. Rukia had opted for father, because she didn't want to be categorized with those little rich girls you saw on television.
Hisana looked around the hallway, and then back at her younger daughter. "He took a walk at sunrise, and now he won't get out of bed. I think he misses your sister."
"Hn," Rukia said quietly, not really caring much. Byakuya had watched Akamori enough over the past ten years of her life; didn't she ever get a turn? Could someone pay a little attention to insignificant Rukia for one day? "That's likely." She bit her lip.
"By the way. A package came this morning, addressed to you." Her mother held a medium sized blue box of no distinguishing patterns. "It was over nighted. Your father said to open it outside, in fear of explosions." The small woman furrowed her brow irritably. "I care for him very much, but I worry." She left the package on Rukia's polished black end table and departed, closing the door softly. Her daughter sighed and picked up the box discreetly, having no intention to open it outside, and began to slowly peel the paper off. It wasn't very expensive paper, which was good because that kind tended to be stubborn. The box had no return address, and that made her jump a bit. But who would want to bomb Rukia? She was basically a nice person.
Lifting the first flap, Rukia saw a small fluffy something staring at her. Her lips folded into an immediate smile. It was a gigantic stuffed bunny, with big eyelashes and a wide grinning mouth. It was made of polyester or something else soft and when she flipped it over, the word CHAPPY was written in large letters. Adorable! Rukia was eager to see more, so she just up and flipped the box over. Dozens of little, different colored bunnies rained to the floor, all of them bearing cheerful expressions. Rukia couldn't help but giggle. These were probably from her cousin Momo, who was aware of Rukia's bunny obsession. But when she had dumped the box over, a measly piece of paper had sashayed down onto the floor.
The handwriting was not Momo's, which slightly shocked Rukia. It was an untidy scrawl, like a young child. But she could still make it out. Dear Rukia… when she had finished, Rukia couldn't stop herself. She burst out laughing and hugged her giant bunny—it was so cute! How nice of Ichigo! But why? Rukia didn't care. All she wanted right now was this Chappy, in all its feathery cuteness. The petite girl gave it another hug and placed it on her bed, next to all the other stuffed rabbits that looked so worn by comparison. Byakuya had bought those years ago, but now he refused and told her she ought to be collecting more ladylike things, if she needed to collect anything.
Rukia got to her feet, a new spring in them. As soon as she had reached her door, a ring sprung up from the phone.
"Hi?" Rukia had never really been too smooth on the telephone, and there was no reason to start now.
"Rukia!" a sweet voice replied, weighed down with sugary glee. Rukia inwardly moaned; Orihime was a good friend, but every now and then she got to be a little too much. "Tatsuki and I are going to the museum today! You wanna come too?" Rukia could hear Tatsuki's voice in the background: She probably isn't going to be allowed.
"Uhm. I need to play catch up on my sleep, 'Hime. Maybe some other time." She took a look at her Chappy, and had a feeling that her nap was going to be much more comfortable with it here.
"But they're giving out free popcorn, Rukia! You have to come!"
"I don't have to," Rukia grumbled. "You'll be fine without me." There was silence for a few minutes. "Orihime?" and then the line went dead. Rukia's face contorted; Orihime had hung up?! She wouldn't! It wasn't in her nature to hurt someone like that; she was too caring. The small girl sighed and put the phone noiselessly back onto the receiver, and made her way out the door for the second time. Her violet eyes burned with the sudden light and she cringed, ducking back into the doorway. She could hear her father's voice distantly, but couldn't make out what he could possibly be saying. Whatever, it wasn't important.
As soon as she had regained composure, Rukia ran downstairs at top speed like always; she liked to challenge herself, even if she sucked at every sport known to man. She stopped running in the kitchen and sat at the glassy table, where her mother addressed her firmly.
"You need to slow down, child. Don't give yourself a heart problem." Hisana poured her daughter a cup of coffee, in a cup that Rukia hadn't noticed before. The steaming drink curled into Rukia's sinuses, making her tremble. "What was in that package of yours?" Rukia immediately perked up at the mention of the bunnies.
"A present for my friend Ichigo," she said truthfully, a smile playing across her lips. "Stuffed bunnies."
"That was sweet. I've never met this Ichigo before; what's she like?" Hisana's eyes questioned her soundly, and after a second Rukia realized that her mother had spoken of Ichigo as a female.
"Uhm, nice. And uh… just moved to… Ecuador." That sounded extremely dumb, but there was no way that Rukia was letting her mother know about her new friend—err, acquaintance. Much less the fact that she was really a boy. "Her dad's in the military…" the Inner Rukia in her head gave her thumbs up. Inner Rukia was an embodiment of Rukia's best qualities all fused into one fictional entity that occasionally gave her advice. A bit weird, but Rukia felt comfortable with her Inner self there.
"Maybe you can go and visit her someday. I'd love to visit South America," Hisana suggested dreamily, leaning her face into the crook of her arm and gazing out the window. "I've heard from your father that it's really very—"
"Mom," Rukia said shakily, eyeing the screechy teapot that was now quivering with suppressed heat on the stove.
"Ah!" Hisana got out of la-la land and jumped to her feet, racing for the pot eagerly, "It's ready!"
"I think it's a little past ready," Rukia mumbled, sniffing the acrid smell of burnt liquid. "You should make another bag. I mean, if you're trying to cheer Father up—"
"He'll live," Hisana said, balancing a tea tray in her small hands with an erudite look, "And so will I, unless he keeps blabbering on about what a disappointment she is…" Rukia knew she was talking about Akamori again. The girl was gone! Couldn't they get over her for a second?!
"Mhm." Rukia gazed into the murky depths of her coffee. Scared of lumps in it, she pushed the caffeinated beverage to the other side of the table and stood up. It was now about six in the morning, which meant there was time to go and get Ichigo a gift in return.
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Ichigo dropped his chopsticks into the bowl listlessly, his scowl deepening as he got to his feet. A soccer ball lay hazardously on the floor near the television, and Ichigo wondered where Karin was. Maybe sleeping; she didn't get up and around very much, and all she did otherwise was cry. Both of them cried; Ichigo didn't. He grimaced and looked at his watch. Twelve o'clock noon glared back at him in bright red letters.
"Ichigo, I need you to watch your sisters for the day," came Isshin's sudden voice, and Ichigo bit his lip with disdain.
"Maybe I have plans too," he lied. "I have a life."
"Funny, son." Isshin chuckled, and then stood up from his seat at the otherwise uninhabited table. He was wearing his doctor's coat and had shaved; Ichigo could tell by several bandages that were plastered onto his father's chin. "I have to perform heart surgery on a fifty six year old, four hundred pound man this morning. Not something I can blow off, you see! Yuzu and Karin can't be by themselves."
"They can, Dad, they're pretty smart kids," Ichigo argued, pointing at the math sheets lying on the floor. Actually, the girls had only made childish scribbles with their pencils, but Isshin was proud even of that.
"You'll have fun!" his father insisted, pouting in a pathetic attempt at what was supposed to be cute and putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Ichigo, make me proud of you!"
"I don't want you to be proud of me, I'm fine if you think I'm a total disappointment," Ichigo stated frankly, walking over to the pantry and picking up a box full of the blandest cereal ever made. "By the way, you haven't attacked me at all lately—" Ichigo was interrupted by a swift kick by his father, which he blocked by thrusting his palm onto it.
"Never be too careful! That was luck, sheer luck!"
"I was testing you," Ichigo informed him matter of factly as he poured his tasteless cereal into a glass bowl. "Anyway, get going, you don't want that lard to keel over with a heart attack." He smirked at the thought of the fat man falling, callously so. The door closed behind Isshin, and Ichigo was thankful that Yuzu and Karin were still asleep or they'd be running after him as usual. Hopefully they would sleep all day long.
The carrot top ate about half his cereal and then poured the soggy mixture into the garbage disposal, where it made dull thumping noises as it hit the cold, filthy bottom.
Ichigo watched the sodden flakes fall, and thought of the previous day. He wondered if Rukia had gotten the package containing her underwear and many other bunny-oriented items, and if she liked them. Well, she was probably happy, right? ... Ichigo didn't know... and yet he couldn't figure out why he even cared. She was a stupid midget and— a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and the orange haired man looked up. Isshin had probably forgotten his extra socks again.
However, when Ichigo opened the door, his father wasn't even close to who stood on the other side. It was the same midget he had just been thinking so critically about. The one with the black hair and bright blue eyes. Rukia Kuchiki. Today, she looked rather different. She wore a yellow sundress and a matching hat, adorned with a green ribbon. Her hair framed her face, bringing out its oval shape. Ichigo bucked his jaw at her.
"Oh, it's you," he said blankly. "Hey, bunny girl." Ichigo met her surprised glance with a healthy smirk, and it was just then that he noticed the box in her pale arms. It was off white with tiny holes strategically placed all over it. "What's that?"
Rukia gazed down at the box, and her hat fell slightly over her face, blocking sight of her features. "You got me a present, well actually several presents, and I wanted to return the favor."
"That's nice of you," Ichigo replied tritely, scratching his head as he surveyed the box. The holes weren't very big, and even they were lined with mesh cloth. He craned his neck ever so slightly, but Rukia was onto him so she whipped the box behind her back.
"You have to guess what it is before I give it to you." She gave a quirky smile, and Ichigo momentarily found himself distracted from the box's contents. He shook his head like a wet dog and scowled at her, regaining his previous condition in a flash. He was a worthy opponent for Rukia, but she was a pro at making someone long for something.
"It's a ... basket of soap and lotion crap," Ichigo guessed, knowing what girls usually dubbed appropriate gifts. The dark haired girl shook her head, and Ichigo realized she had dimples on her upper cheeks that gave her a youthful look. "Video game."
"You couldn't be farther from the answer." She tapped her fingers on the box, and Ichigo's frown intensified. What the hell was in there?
"Silverware. Wagon wheel coffee table. My own share of McDonald's stock. A tree house?" on every guess, Ichigo's voice got drier and Rukia seemed more amused. She just never cared whether or not he guessed correctly at all. What if he never guessed, huh? What would she do with whatever was in the box?
"Give up?" she asked finally, tilting her head to the side and inching slightly closer. Ichigo backed away and slammed his head into the doorframe; the carrot top cringed with pain as the midget laughed her head off. As soon as he'd regained his stamina and bravado, Ichigo stood up to leer at her.
"Depends. What'll happen to me if I do?" he gave a crooked grimace.
"Mmm, guess you're just going to find out." Rukia shrugged and brought the box back around between them, slowly putting her fingers on the lid's rim. Ichigo's amber eyes widened dramatically, making him look something like L from Death Note when he saw what the box contained: a small, fluffy orange kitten.
It looked up with huge sapphire eyes, gleaming with the innocence of a newborn. Its small pink nose was moist, and it looked a bit frightened. Ichigo couldn't exactly blame the little guy; he'd be upset too if he'd been shoved into a world full of bright lights, weird people and dogs. Well, if Ichigo were a cat. Which he wasn't.
"A cat?" he finally managed to ask after a few minutes. It slowly hit him just before Rukia explained.
"In your letter, you said you liked cats. So I got you one." She gave a small smile.
"How'd you get the money for this?" Ichigo asked, curiosity biting at him.
"Savings bonds," Rukia replied, looking off into the distance. "My grandparents aren't too picky with what happens to their money."
"Yeah, well, thanks again," Ichigo said, stretching his long arms skyward in an attempt to distract her from his gratitude. He'd had a cat back when he was younger; his name had been Ryuusuke. A small little unhealthy thing, the kitten had passed away when it was three.
"Anytime. Just as long as you don't call me a midget."
"No deal." Ichigo smirked.
"Huh?" Rukia's navy eyes widened with disbelief. "Someone does something for you and you continue to make fun of them!? Immature little…"
"Oh, I'm little?" Ichigo reached down to cast Rukia's head with his palm. Surprisingly, the large, roughly made straw sun hat was soft. "Shrimp."
"I prefer midget to shrimp… I actually prefer neither. But if you have to call me something…"
"I'll say dwarf?" Ichigo suggested, confused.
"That's just as cruel as 'midget'!" Rukia bit her lip and shoved Ichigo's hand off. "I don't quite understand you."
"That's my line," Ichigo retorted, his features hardening as Rukia glared icily at him. She had big round eyes that matched her face with a small nose and mouth. "Now why don't you go bug someone else? You had better not have woken my sisters up."
"They're just babies," Rukia said innocently, giving a smile.
"They're little hellions when they wake up. Trust me," Ichigo advised, glancing warily in the direction of the hallway. "And my dad's got no clue, so I have to deal with it."
"…Sucks," Rukia said after a minute. Ichigo noticed her eyes were on the portrait of the woman on the kitchen wall. He shoved himself into her line of sight and grabbed the box, giving a nervous look as he meandered to get her out of his house.
"Well uh, thanks a lot for the cat and, I'll see you when school starts up, right?"
"Yeah. The place is co-ed this year, so the boys don't have to go to that old school that's like fifty miles away. Pretty convenient." She put her hand in her chin and pondered for a moment, and Ichigo got her attention with an impatient huff. Pink crept through her cheeks like wildfire. "Oh, I spaced out again!" she chuckled merrily, and Ichigo looked disturbed by this sudden change of attitude.
"Just go!" he finally hissed, baring his teeth. He could hear Yuzu's distant voice. Rukia pursed her lips.
"Okay, well, see you!" she said, readjusting her hat and walking out. Ichigo watched her retreating back as the twins started to wail, and he slammed the door ferociously. Darn her!
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Rukia walked silently down the street, her effervescent dress bathed in scorching sunrise colors. It was already warm, even early. It was with this sunrise that she wondered about her sister. Where was Akamori, anyway? As much as she hated her, Rukia was still a little on edge about her whereabouts.
And that poster in Ichigo's kitchen. That lady had been so pretty. Maybe she was from a magazine cover that Ichigo's dad liked, because she couldn't be a normal person. It was impossible. And why had Ichigo been so defensive of it? Rukia didn't mind at all if his father liked to keep posters of women in plain sight. His dad was probably a very nice person.
"Rukia?" said a familiar voice. Rukia didn't turn around, but a smile found its way across her face.
"Hey, Orihime," she said, turning around to wave. "What are you doing out this early?"
"I had to drop some papers at town hall for Sora. He's not feeling too good; I think those anchovies were undercooked. He says we're gonna get some kind of settlement out of Domino's." She brandished the legal documents at Rukia, who grinned in spite of herself.
"Suing them? Isn't that a bit much for food poisoning?" the elfin girl looked up at her taller friend, whose gray eyes were limpid. "Especially for a pizza delivery…?"
"It's my brother, Rukia! Nothing's too much for him!" she insisted loyally, balling her hand into a fist and clapping it to her heart.
"Oh." Rukia bristled at her friend's statement. "S-Sorry, 'Hime."
"It's all right," Orihime had always been forgiving to her closest friends… even to strangers. "Anyway, what are you doing up at sunrise?"
"I had to pick up my silk underwear from Ichigo," Rukia said tritely, a sense of sugary lies on her conscience as she looked at Orihime. "He said they'd been a little damaged by the pool water, but I didn't really mind."
"Hmmm…" Orihime gazed off into the clouds, which were thickening more and more as the day began. "I think he likes you, Rukia."
Rukia did a snappy double take. "Of course he does. We're friends." Orihime let out a giggle, to which her friend responded with frown. "Orihime, he's just my friend and nothing else! That's all!" she pushed the brim of her hat down over her deep blue eyes and continued along the hillside. Her head was spinning. Ichigo didn't like her. Hah! He hated her. Sometimes she wondered if Orihime needed to be medicated for the things that went on in that crazy mind of hers.
Rukia walked for a while before she came upon a large iron gate. It was jet black with roses twisting eerily up the top, and they all met in the center to a large letter K. Rukia pulled her key out and turned it in the master lock before shoving the ancient gate open and clicking it shut again. The large white brick mansion glared down at her, as if she weren't worthy of such lineage. Frowning at it, Rukia heaved open the front door to see an empty entrance hall.
"Hello!" she called into the cavernous house, but everyone was apparently holed up in their bedrooms (Hisana, Byakuya and the servants), so she just slipped off her sandals and ran up the marble staircase to the east wing, which consisted of five rooms: Akamori's former room, her own, and two bathrooms belonging to each. There was also an entertainment room there. Rukia was glad her parents lived in the west wing; otherwise they'd be bugging her 24/7.
A distant rumble of thunder caused Rukia to emit a shriek and heave breaths as she opened her door to reveal her mostly blue and black bedroom, and had to grin when she saw the giant Chappy waiting just where she'd left it. Ichigo was so nice to give that to her.
She rested on the foot of her bed for a minute, listening to the soft footfalls of rain on the thirsty summer world. This was the part of summer she enjoyed most, the wet and warm part. Everything seemed to be at peace during this time. Rukia pulled her soft blue blanket up around herself and sang a little song her parents used to sing together as a lullaby.
Daddy's little girl… paints the world with her magic wand
Mommy's little child breathes new light to the morning time for me, and though we're apart her thoughts follow me
When I come home, Rukia smiles with the dawn, Rukia smiles and she radiates a glow around her halo
When she plays, Rukia smiles, on a summer day, Rukia smiles
A new day, Rukia smiles
Da da da, da da da, da da da
Daddy's little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Mommy's little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me
Though we're apart, she's a part of me
Rukia smiles with the dawn, Rukia smiles and she radiates a glow around her halo
When she plays, Rukia smiles, on a summer day, Rukia smiles
A new day, Rukia smiles
Da da da, da da da, da da da
When I come home, Rukia smiles with the dawn, Rukia smiles and she radiates a glow around her halo
When she plays, Rukia smiles, on a summer day, Rukia smiles
A new day-ay, Rukia smiles
When the days have gone grey, nothing's wrong when Rukia smiles…
Her mother had the prettiest voice back then, like the beauty of church bells. Her father had seemed wonderful with a deep voice like a chorus. Now, they only spoke quietly and sternly to her. Rukia had never tried singing around anyone else besides her mother, who always insisted she had the voice of an angel. But all mothers had to say that or their daughters would get upset. Her father had never really been too sweet about the truths of life, he'd been blunt and callous. Well, maybe that was how it needed to be. Maybe Rukia needed to know things for what they were.
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"Would you like some tea?" said Hisana's soft voice from across the room. "It's beginning to get cold, my love."
Byakuya shook his head. "No, thank you." He exhaled and opened a fresh package of paper from the shelf.
"Another letter to work?" Hisana inquired, her small lips reproachful. "It's only a termination, Byakuya. Not everyone needs to know of such things."
"I'm as aware of these things as you, if not more," he stated softly, holding the pen and gazing at the paper. "I wasn't writing a letter to the company. I was writing an angry letter to myself, and then disposing of it. It's a way to cope that I haven't quite tried yet."
"What emotions does it relieve?" Hisana was curious.
"Fury, envy, infatuation. Your strongest emotions." He sat still as a stone and did not make one mark upon the paper. "I worry I'm getting too emotional lately, what with my reaction to Akamori and such."
"She isn't the problem, I don't think. I told you, it's just freedom issues. She'll calm eventually, like you and I." The slight woman sipped her tea. "Besides, I don't see anything wrong with it, if she's happy."
"Happy…" Byakuya grimaced, and looked out at the rain.
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"Ah! It was a success!" Isshin said, bursting in the door with his doctor's coat under his arm. "He's gonna be fine!"
"I'll call the headline news." Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Daddy's home!" Yuzu called, throwing herself on the floor at her father's toes and hugging his ankle. "I missed you Daddy!"
Isshin grinned down at her. "Yuzu bug! I missed you! Where's Karin, hm?"
"Sleeping," Ichigo said as he was cutting Yuzu's chicken sandwich into small, eatable pieces. "Anyway, I should probably get to bed." He let the fork fall on the plate with a huge noise.
"Son!" Isshin whined, throwing the coat unceremoniously onto the couch. "It's only seven o' clock!" his brown eyes swept over Ichigo quickly. "Are you sick?"
"I'm just tired," Ichigo dismissed his father's suspicions with a wave over his shoulder as he started down the hallway, sighing. Inside his closet was the kitten, hidden in its box. Isshin would come to know about it eventually, wouldn't he? Either way, it was a big stretch for Rukia to buy him a living animal. She sure was something… for a little dwarf.
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Author's note: I really hope you liked this chapter! Whew, 4500 words! I didn't know I was capable of doing that, but I had a lot of time on my hands... My friend and I plan this story verbally over the phone, so a lot of this I made up as I went along. I had to cut many things out for the sake of time. Originally, I had Orihime running back and forth across town between Rukia and Ichigo's houses to deliver the gifts, but I needed some more one on one contact between the two so I had to delete that. It's fun to portray Byakuya in these stories, and Hisana is easy because one doesn't really know about her personality. Akamori wasn't in this chapter at all, mostly because I can't remember what happened to her right after her departure. Well, I would definitely love some reviews! All types of opinion are welcome, and please be specific! Until next time,
XSilverWingsx
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