Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Ache ❯ Missing You ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Not mine, none of it.

 

AN: Okay so I said the other was my last one and only Bleach fic, but I couldn't resist this plot bunny! Last one now for sure! Oh and this may have spoilers for those of you who don't read the manga.

 

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Rukia studied the doll in her hands with careful surveillance. It wasn't the best replica possible, that was for sure, but it was unfortunately going to have to do. The black cloth hadn't been too hard to find, after all her entire wardrobe here was black. The markers she used to stencil his face were of course the ones she proudly, and secretly, always had on hand.

 

She thought of herself as a pretty good artist, yet he had always told her otherwise, it hadn't stopped her from trying. Yet, now she was here and those `meaningless' activities were frowned upon, so back into her beside table they went along with her sketch pads.

 

The hardest thing she had to skewer for, like a needle in a haystack, had been the perfect shade of orange for the dolls hair. It was crazy how rare it was to have that color around a mansion. But after digging through a trunk upstairs she found an old worn dress that she was sure no one would miss.

 

So after the doll was complete she laid on her bed and stared at it with a heavy heart. Admitting that she missed him was not like her, but it was painfully obvious now. How pathetic did she have to be to make a mini replica of that asshole? Sighing she sat back up and gave the doll a quick hug before stuffing it under her pillow. Maybe she would make a mini-Kon doll to match. There was still plenty of fabric around the house, and she would surely not be allowed anytime soon.

 

A knock at the door pulled her from her revere and a maid quietly slipped into her room, “Lunch is ready Kuchiki-sama, your brother is expecting you.” Without waiting for reply, she was gone.

 

Lifting up the pillow, she eyed the doll again. “I'm pathetic,” she said aloud before joining her brother for lunch. It would be interesting to see if he would notice her new seamstress fingers. After all, she had never sewn a cloth in her entire life until the doll; real life bodies were completely different.

 

She could have just healed them, but oddly, the pain on her fingers only served to remind her more of him, the one she could not be near again.

 

Ichigo.