(Facade: Chapter 7)
Author's Note:
hiya everybody! :)
sorry for the long delay of update on this story :c
i just couldn't get the idea in my mind! It's really quite frustrating.
so.. Apologies to everyone D:!
i hope this chapter will make it up.
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enjoy! :D
Normal POV:
Waking up early again as if like a rule that had unconsciously been implemented in her body clock, her vision begin to adapt with the still-dark surroundings, she craned her neck to peer at the clock 6.05.a.m, and sighed as she laid her head back down on the pillow. Rukia turned to face the sisters that were still sleeping soundly on their beds and a corner of her lips lifted at their peaceful looks. How this family she have grew to love as her own, spending each day in their home was definitely heart warming and well.. interesting. When they had first found out the truth about her, instead of being angered or rejecting like she had feared, they had been no lesser than welcoming.
She sat up from her position and flexed her arms, relieving her muscles from the stiffness at having staying in the same position for the past few hours. Not wanting to wake them up from their peaceful slumber, she sneaked quietly past the two sleeping figures in the room and to the bathroom. After the usual morning routine and refreshing up, she figured that a little food in her tummy would definitely help. Heading towards the stairway when she realized that Ichigo's room's door was slightly ajar.
The carrot-top usually wasn't awake until after a few hours later when the sun had longed risen from behind the distant hills. 'Strange..' she thought as she stepped slowly towards his room, gripping the handle and pushing the door open in slow motion. She squinted to see better in the darkness and found a figure lying on the bed 'hmm, he must have left the door open by accident' she shrugged and was about to head off when she heard him mutter something. "Ichigo?.. " no reply, she tried again"Ichi.." when he started making strange noises akin to gruff grunt.'Nightmare?..' she walked towards the twitching male and placed a hand on his shoulder. From this enclosed distance between them, she could see the sweat that was trickling down his forehead, the creased lines between his etched brows.
Then there was a sudden burst of his reiatsu before it fluctuated all at once, his tensed body immediately became limp. Worried, she decided to wake him up "Oi Ichigo, wake up!" she shook him roughly. As if by command, his eyes robotically shot open and their focus turned, the honey colored flickered to her. Had she not been too stunned by Struck with a sense of fear, her eyes widened to three times their normal size, their gaze held steady at the other pair that stared deeply with a penetrating stare. Then the corner of lips turned upwards, a dreadful feeling creeping to her. Not wanting to let him catch her off guard like the previous time, her sights hardened visibly, amethyst sharpened against the glowing golden. "What are you doing here?" her tone dead, matching the emotions in her eyes.
His smirked even wider "To see you of course.." he purred, his eyes slowly tracing down her body, undressing her in his mind, Rukia shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny.
"Where's Ichigo?" she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. His attention darted back to her eyes "He won't be here a little while". Her senses sharpened immediately, like a switch that had gone off in her mind, she instinctively reacted. She harshly grabbed him by his collar and violently pulled him up, their faces mere inches away from each other's. He could feel the shock, concern and anger pulsating off her, and because of the close proximity, he could well feel her hot breath against his icy skin too. "What did you DO to him?!" she hissed venomously, her fist clenching tightly at her side, threatening to pound into his face had he decided to push past her limit.
Though he wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by her fierce display, he decided that it was better to answer her "I merely slit his throat, he'll be fine soon though, I didn't cut deep enough to kill" he deadpanned, his face contorted to a serious expression that made him look even more terrifying then he already was.
Her face froze in shock, her breathing stopped altogether, before finally releasing in a rush "Why..Why the fuck did you do that?!" She shoved him down on the bed, her knees on either side of his hips and her legs crossed over his thighs to restrain him. With one hand on his shoulder pressing him down, she lifted her fist in the air before bringing it down full force towards his face. She knew he was much stronger than she was and could have easily stopped her violent outburst..but instead of being stopped halfway, her fist was sent plummeting down against his jaw.
Her anger flared at his intentional refusal to defend himself "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Fight me damn it!" she grabbed him by his shirt and shook him slammed him back down again, bringing up her hand to send another blow to his face. He remained unresponsive, only watching her through half lidded eyes. A blur of movements, a quick rush of wind and everything happened too quick for anyone else to catch. No she couldn't bring herself to go further down, her fist stopped just before it came in contact with his face.
She couldn't deny it, she couldn't hit him..no, because it wasn't his fault. He was merely driven by his instincts, to make the things go in his favor using the only way he knew how; force. Her stomach clenched tightly, her breath drew shakily and with the acceptance that the overwhelming feeling in her heart was none other than guilt.
Kurosaki Ichigo, or Shirosaki Hichigo, it had all been her fault from the beginning. Her failure to protect and fulfill her duty, turning him into something he wasn't meant to know about. Her first and biggest mistake was made when she had pierced her sword through his heart. She had in that second, stolen his life from him, tossing him into a inevitable future where death was something that was an expectant ending. And then there was the latter. When she had been ordered back to Soul Society for execution, she left him there on the ground while he was left to bleed to death. And yet..Yet he had risked his life to save her. Through the sped up process of Urahara's, his chain of fate had corroded, and he nearly went through the full hollowfication. Yes, that was then He was created.. Hichigo.
As the thoughts swarmed her mind, her mask of confidence broke and she crumbled, tears flowing rapidly down her face.
Please don't hate me :( I know this isn't a long chapter either but I need to plan out for how I want this story to go forth.
Maybe it'll have a tragic ending D:
Sigh! I know this story hasn't been updated in quite a long time and I apologize.
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