Author's Note: Sometimes I feel like I'm writing these author's notes to a giant group of nobody. Well, hello to those who read! Here's another! Enjoy! (And if you don't, tell me!)
Blood.
There was a lot of it, and thankfully most was from the dozens of Hollows they had slain together, but unfortunately, that didn't mean their own wasn't mixed in with the bunch. Eyeing her shoulder he noticed the three parallel claw marks, and blood ran down from her hairline. She took note of his wounded forearm and bleeding leg. Simultaneously they called to each other: "You're injured."
Just as they stated the same, they answered in unison: "I'm fine."
Rukia was the first to battle that statement. "Ichigo, you can barely walk."
Ichigo stiffened his back and snorted. "Have you looked at yourself? You can't even move your arm!"
"Neither can you!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and threw his sword over his shoulder. "You're ridiculous," he exhaled, strutting towards her.
"Me? You're the fool!" Rukia crossed her arms, a movement that caused her great pain (although she would never show it). She lost the argument right then and there when she winced, gritting her teeth.
"Hah! See! I told you you were hurt." Ichigo then tripped on his own account, only to catch himself by stabbing his sword into the ground.
"Fool."
Ichigo looked at Rukia sheepishly. There was always an argument with her. Could she see he was concerned? What Ichigo didn't know was that Rukia was thinking the exact same thing.
Ichigo sighed, smiling softly, gripping the back of his neck with his good arm. "Maybe we should find Inoue."