Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Entrusting ❯ chap 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: nope, still don't own bleach

 

 

A/N

 

Well, I know I am late on the update of my other three fics, but they are already being started on. I just got this idea and typed it down before it flies away again.

This will be a really short story about three to five chaps long. It was just supposed to be a one shot but I changed my mind after writing half of this chap.

Anyway, here is the first chap.

Tell me what you guys think.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Ichigo sat uncomfortably in the high backed office chair. He could feel every silent creak it made with his every movement. Feel every indent his body made in it's soft cushions. But his unease did not come from the big chair. It came from the silent expressionless guy sitting in front of him. Those cold eyes were boring into his soul and he feels the shivers running through his spine from such close scrutiny.

 

But stronger than the unease that he is feeling, he is much more irritated with the man. This cold ruthless man was the reason for all his sufferings for the last four years. He had brought tears to her eyes. Brought them both misery in their otherwise happy world.

 

He counted the man's stare with an equally annoyed stare. He looked deep into his eyes, not backing down, despite the damp unsettling feeling it brings. His pride was at stake here, and he would not cower. He would not flinch even though his body wanted to. He would not twitch under his close scrutiny even if it meant holding on to his own hands. He would not let him see his agitation. So instead, his fixed the guy with a pointed stare, scrunched up his face into a serious scowl and crossed his hands in his chest. He raised one eyebrow asking, no, daring the man to get it on with whatever he has to say.

 

Byakuya almost smiled with Ichigo's gesture. He sure is one cocky bastard. He could sense the younger man's discomfort from the time he stepped into his office. Byakuya could see the beads of sweat lining his visitors forehead despite the cold chill his well air-conditioned room provides.

 

Byakuya once again surveyed the young man in front of him. from the tips of his bright unruly orange hair, to his infamous scowl, the strong chin jutting forward in an aggressive manner, to his scrunched up leather jacket, the gray hospital scrub suit he is wearing to the brown muddy running shoes in his feet. He then twitched his nose in distaste.

 

Ichigo saw Byakuya's reaction to his garb and gritted his teeth further. He counted to five and exhaled slowly. If there was something he learned in his years in dealing with this guys stuck up ass, was that he could be more effective in thwarting him when he is a little bit calm. “I was at work” trying hard to explain calmly “you could have ordered your lap dogs to at least allow me change in my street clothes before they hauled me up and whisked me away.” He said in a derisive tone as he settled into his seat further.

 

Byaluya did not reply immediately, nor did his gaze waver, but inside he was slowly trying to calm himself. He never liked Ichigo. Not when his sister brought him home for the first time twenty years ago. Not four years ago when he had dared to court her, and definitely not now. He sat forward and braced his arms on his desk. Whether he liked Ichigo or not was irrelevant right now. There are things that he needs to do. He might not like doing it, but still, it needed to be done, so he will.

 

“Have you seen my sister lately?” he asked calmly though he dropped his gaze and went about looking at the papers in his desk.

 

“What is this, a trick question?” Ichigo asked incredulously. “If I say yes then you will definitely have my ass whipped up again like before.” Ichigo squinted his eyes and looked at Byakuya “and if I say no, then it will just prove your belief that I never did care about Rukia, that I was able to be dissuaded so easily.”

 

“The answer is a simple yes or no Kurosaki.” The guy wasn't a simpleton, Byakuya could give him at least that.

 

“Screw you Byakuya! The only reason I agreed to this whole thing is because she asked me to. It wasn't because of your threats. They don't scare me.” Ichigo was standing in front of his desk, hands braced on it's flat surface.

 

“I'll take that as a yes” he said emotionlessly as he started signing papers and did not even bother to look at his enraged guest in the face.

 

Ichigo closed his eyes for a second and sat down once again. “I haven't contacted her. I just happen to see her from time to time. Heck we work in the same city, what do you expect?”

 

“Oh yes, it was all coincidence that you were always a few tables away from her table whenever she is inside a restaurant. That you are always a few meters from her door at night waiting for her to get home. That you are always in the park whenever she jogs.” Byakuya put the paper down and looked at Ichigo “And that is just the tip of the iceberg, based from these reports”

 

“You had me followed? Damn you Byakuya!” he said angrily as he tried to snatch the paper away from the said man.

 

Byakuya sighed and leaned back on his bed. “Sit down Kurosaki, this isn't why I called you here”

 

Ichigo didn't budge, instead he crossed both arms in front of his chest “Yes, do enlighten me as to what the hell exactly do you want from me? You have already ruined my life once, there is nothing more you can do that will hurt me more than that.”

 

“These are the reason” and threw a folder towards the edge of his desk where Kurosaki was standing.

 

Ichigo eyed the folder warily, and slowly took it. The papers inside were very familiar to him. He looks at these everyday at his work. “These are lab results…of…damn its cancer !” Byakuya smiled sadly and motioned for Ichigo to sit, and for the first time this afternoon he followed without question.

 

“I take it that you know what it means.” He asked

 

“Are these Ru…” he couldn't continue. There was not a name on the papers to know exactly whose results it was. The enormity of what those results could mean had his hands shaking.

 

“No, Rukia's perfectly fine” The look of despair that clouded the young doctors eyes cleared a little “then whose…”

 

“Those are mine.” Byakuya's voice never wavered.

 

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Ichigo called the hospital and informed them he wouldn't be going back today. And despite the long distance from Seretei Corp. to his apartment, he preferred to walk.

All his life he had hated the man. Byakuya's cool arrogance and his disdain of him made it quite easy for Ichigo to hate him. But now, he just can't find it in him to hate the guy. What he did to his relationship with Rukia was unforgivable, yet even after relieving all those wrongful things Byakuya did to him and Rukia, Ichigo didn't have the heart to hate him as much as he used to.

 

The guy was dying. The test results he read there were indicative enough of that. And based from those, he could guess that it'll only be months from now. His cold hands inside the pocket of his jacket balled into fists. Although it was Byakuya who was sick, he was more concerned with what Rukia will suffer and go through once she learns of this.

 

“Rukia” he whispered softly. He stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. What will he tell her? How will he tell her? He never wanted to see her hurt. But once she learns about this, Oh god, she would be broken.

 

Taking another deep breath, he continued walking and mused about the whole situation. The gray hospital scrub suit didn't provide any shield from the biting wind, but Ichigo barely notices. Right now he has to be with Rukia. He had suffered two long years apart from her. He knew that she suffered just as much. And now that things have changed, he'll be dammed to spend another moment away from her. He picked up his pace and purposefully went into the direction or her apartment. He needs to be with her. She needs him to be with her.

 

But although he knew he needs to be with her, he stopped at her front door, unsure on how to do it. He couldn't very well just say hi and tell her he loves her still and kiss her senseless.

 

Taking a deep steadying breath, he knocked on her door. He could feel his heart racing and his palms going sweaty. He heard her voice as she yelled for him to wait and felt tingles run down his spine. He had missed her voice. That low, quite lilting voice.

 

The door opened and he was greeted by a petite young woman, still wearing her office suit, with a look of surprise in her violet orbs. “Ichigo?!”