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Fireflies.

Such small and insignificant creatures that only show themselves during the summer's twilight. Tiny blinking lights as if candles in the distant dancing, flirting, playing and teasing as they flew peacefully around a young man's head.

Today was hot.

As the setting sun cast it's rare beauty of golden rays across his face he heard tiny footsteps pattering softly against the tatami floors of the patio of their house. Not turning his head, fully knowing already who the footsteps belonged to.

"Must you go?" her gentle voice asked, innocently every night since he had told her of his decision she would ask the same question, and he found it harder and harder to answer each time. Placing the bowl of triangular watermelons beside him she sat crisp and pristine.

"I must..."

"But the Emperor has enough soldiers! why must you go?"

"To serve my country"

"Then we will leave!"

"Where too? you know during this war this second world war we have no where to go, we are Japanese, we are not excepted anywhere else in this world but here" he tried to tell her as much as himself, knowing that deep down thrusted deep within his soul he wanted nothing more than to run away...with her beside him.

"Toushiro...please...I don't want you to go..." pushing herself off the floor she scooted towards her husband, resting her forehead on his back her single black bang laying on his right shoulder blade. Placing his left hand on hers as it held him, he tried so hard not to let her see him scared.

"I go to fight to protect you Rukia, you so that we can live in peace, so that those dirty Americans do not take a single step foot on our land!" exclaimed Toushiro squeezing her hand tightly as if telling him she would not go and leave him. She returned it all to happily

"Promise me...promise me that you will return to me after all of this horror is over, we can live together in peace" Rukia moved so her dark purple eyes looked into her husbands light green. Changing his position he grabbed his wife's small waist and placed her securely on his lap making sure that she was comfortable he wrapped his arms around her possessively and protectively. Letting his head lay on her right shoulder, his tanned face placed snugly against her clear pale one.

"If I come back, I will take you to the sea just as we have always planned" he whispered into her ear, making her slightly shiver even as the warm air of summer danced across her skin.

"When you come back we will go to the sea" she corrected turning slightly she kissed his lips softly and gently, like a firefly.

"When I return I promise you..." turning his eyes towards the flickering lights of the creatures dancing around them, he smiled and kissed his wife fully and passionately on her lips once more, "by the light of the fireflies that always return each summer, I will come back to you Rukia." As the lights of the fireflies played with the tall trees, glassy pond and sharp as a sword grass the triangular watermelons glistened. Untouched.


He asked her to wait.

Wait for him to come back to her when he had finally fought off those disgusting and disrespectful Americans.

Waited she did.

Sitting on the porch for hours on end Rukia waited patiently for her white haired husband. Days turned to months, months into years and still Rukia remained faithful. Through the birth of her children, their children, through the growing up of their children, and the births of their children, her grand sons and daughters Rukia waited.

Black raven colored locks slowly turning gray, her once young and perfect body now old and wrinkled with time, her small hands getting smaller, dark and mystifying purple orbs turning dull and somber, Rukia waited.

She would wait for him. No matter how much time would past, she loved him and...he promised her. And Hitsugaya Toushiro never breaks a promise, especially not to her. Clenching her hands she saw the fireflies once again, smiling softly

"Just like he said" said Rukia every summer night, as if it were to tell herself that he wasn't a figment of her imagination, he wasn't a dream that disappeared in the morning light, that he was real. He was her husband, her one true love, her Toushiro.

"Baa-chan come in side! it's too hot out there!" a tiny voice warned from inside the house, calling behind the withered woman. Her granddaughter.

"That's enough Miki, baa-chan will be ok! so go to bed now" a soft young male's voice sounded, her grandson.

"But Katsu nii-chan! baa-chan..."

"Enough Miki go now!"

"Fine..." Watching his little sister walk towards her room in the front of the house the boy took a step out of the back door towards his beloved grandmother as he gently placed a bowl of triangular watermelons down beside her. Taking a step closer he glanced at her profile and asked softly while taking a seat

"Will you wait for him again baa-chan?" he had heard of his grandfather from his mother, who was told by her mother, his Rukia baa-chan. Hitsugaya Toushiro was a man who went off to war long ago and never returned. However no matter how painfully it was to face the cruel truth, his baa-chan still waited for him to return just as he had told her so many years ago.

Turning to look at her grandson's young face she smiled

"I will wait for him again, Katsu-chan"

"I understand baa-chan... but please get some rest soon" the youngster advised, he loved his grandmother, loved her so deeply that even though he understood her better than the rest of his family, it still pained him to see her wither away like this every night for a man he didn't know...for a man no one in his family but his dear grandmother, knew. Carefully he got up and kissed her left temple and returned inside closing the door.

"He will return I am sure." Rukia whispered as the fireflies glittered about her.


Slowly, softly as gentle as a summer's breath footsteps headed towards a woman, in the dark of twilight shining, glowing by the light of the fireflies. Rukia opened her eyes and turned to her left to meet with the stranger only to intake a sharp breath, as her old heart quicken in pace.

"I knew it...I knew you would come back" looking into light green eyes he knew all to well, her own once dull now sparked with life. She was looking at her husbands eyes.

"I promised you by the light of the fireflies I would return, my Rukia" stepping across the backyard, yellow lights flickering along his features he stood in front of his withered wife. Dressed in his uniform, Rukia couldn't help but beam with pride as he reached out towards her with an outstretched hand.

"You will come with me this time?" his voice rising in a slight question, looking deep into the eyes that captivated him so. Her pale face widened in bliss as she nodded eagerly

"I would follow you to the ends of the earth and back again" taking her dear husbands hand, he held her body close to him, holding her tight as he kissed her full lips with passion and lust. Her vibrant purple eyes mingling with her raven colored hair, her young cheeks aflame with blush.

"I love you Rukia"

"As I love you Toushiro" and as the summer's twilight remained, Rukia fading away with a smile of happiness long forgotten on her face, the fireflies twinkled and danced, as the triangular watermelons glistened. Untouched.


Me- YAY! how was that? I know sad but she waited for him!

and he returned to her! even after he was dead...she still loved him and waited! and he returned! and for any of you who didn't quite get it, Rukia died on the porch as her soul was taken by the hand with Toushiro to heaven. Also if I offended anyone out there for calling Americans disguesting I'm sorry! but I'm also American so...hahaha but this was during World War 2 so I thought it would be acceptable

sorry it's so short though...I tried making it longer but...then it would have been weird

please read and review!