Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Like You'll Never See Me Again ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Crazy Sexy Deadly 
Somethings bothering Rukia.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Somethings bothering Rukia.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Like You'll Never See Me Again.
Chapter One.
It had been one hell of a day for Ichigo Kurosaki and he couldn't have been happier that it was ending. As usual he was waiting for Rukia in their usual spot. He hadn't been waiting long when she came out, but there was a strange aura about her. She was usually very excited after a day of school. Not to be going home either. She was excited about everything that she had learned. But not today. Today she seemed a bit sad. She greeted him with a smile he knew was fake, and they started on their walk home.
The trip was quiet and seemed to take alot longer than usual. Every couple of minutes he would peek over at her and noticed how interested in the ground she had become. He didn't ask her about it. He would have poked fun at her, telling her she must be on her period or something, but he could sense something was truly wrong with her this time. They made it to his house in complete silence, and she didn't snap out of her funk once inside either.
She plopped down onto his bed, and right away pulled out one of her school books.
"You're gonna start your homework already?" He tossed his own bag into the corner of his room. "It's Friday, you've got all weekend to get that done!"
"Why not? There isn't that much, and once I get done I won't have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend. I like being able to enjoy my Sundays, rather than running around acting like a chicken with it's head cut off wondering where the weekend went, and how i'm going to get my assignments done." Her reply was more serious than he would have liked, so he let out a sigh of defeat, and retrieved his own bag. He tossed his Literature book onto his desk, and slid into the hardwood chair infront of it.
About an hour went by without a word, and Ichigo stared at his half written paper. The silence was killing him, and he couldn't take it anymore. He had to start a conversation about something.
"So what's been eating you?" Why not nip the problem right in the butt?
"What are you talking about?" He rolled his eyes, then leaned back in his chair.
"You've been in this bitchy emo mood all day and it's starting to get to me. I can't say that I really like our arguments, but it's a whole hell of a lot better than this!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked back to her paper, ignoring the beet red shade sliding over his face.
"You know what the hell i'm talking about! Give me some credit dammit, we've known eachother for almost two years. You've been up my ass pretty much since the day you got here! You don't think I would know you by now?" Once again her eyes lifted to meet with his, but this time she shut her text book. She calmly sat it aside, then slid off of the bed.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk." She headed towards the door, but Ichigo was closer and faster. He placed his arm in the doorway, not allowing her to leave.
"No, you're not! Not until you tell me what's up."
"Nothings up now let me through!" She tried pushing past his arm, but he was alot stronger than she was. "You better let me through now!"
"No!" She pulled her leg back, and Ichigo jumped to avoid the attack on his shin she had given him on numerous occasions. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into her original sitting position on his bed. But she wouldn't give up that easy. She fought him the entire way, until somehow he ended up ontop of her straddeling her body and holding her arms down against the bed.
"Ichigo, stop! This isn't funny! Why won't you just leave me alone!?"
"Because I remember the last time you were acting like this! You ran away and I ended up having to go all the way to Soul Society to save your ass!" When she looked into his eyes and saw that expression on his face, she couldn't help but to stop her struggle. "The only time you act like this is when things are getting serious. You don't need to protect me, just let me know what's up so I can protect you."
His eyes were locked onto hers and for the moment he forgot that he was ontop of her. That didn't last for long though. Before he knew what was going on, he recieved a hard blow to the jaw. All he saw as he fell back was a red blur, and it didn't take even a second for him to realize who it was.
"Son of a bitch!" He threw his hand over his mouth, knowing that he would definetly be getting a rather large bruise. "What the hell was that for?"
"You asshole! You were attacking Rukia! Do ya think I'm blind!?"
"I-I was not attacking her .." Although his jaw was a bright red, the blush on his cheeks was even brighter. "We were talking .."
"Yeah right!" The red head grabbed the girls tiny wrist and motioned for her to come with him. "Let's get you away from this pervert!" He was surprised when she pulled away from him.
"Renji! He wasn't attacking me! We really were talking." He eyed the two of them, bother of their faces redder than a tomato, and sighed.
"Whatever. But if he ever does, just let me know. I'll take care of him for you." With a loud smack to the head, he was on the floor, writhing in pain. "What the hell?"
"That's for you not thinking I could take care of myself." This time she stood on Ichigos bed, and made her way towards the open window. Once again, she was stopped by a hand on her wrist.
"Hold on. We weren't finsihed talking!" She gave him the same punishment she had just given Renji, and before she hopped out of the window, turned to look at him.
"I never wanted to have this conversation in the first place!" And with that she was gone, leaving her two closest friends in pain on the floor.
Chapter One.
It had been one hell of a day for Ichigo Kurosaki and he couldn't have been happier that it was ending. As usual he was waiting for Rukia in their usual spot. He hadn't been waiting long when she came out, but there was a strange aura about her. She was usually very excited after a day of school. Not to be going home either. She was excited about everything that she had learned. But not today. Today she seemed a bit sad. She greeted him with a smile he knew was fake, and they started on their walk home.
The trip was quiet and seemed to take alot longer than usual. Every couple of minutes he would peek over at her and noticed how interested in the ground she had become. He didn't ask her about it. He would have poked fun at her, telling her she must be on her period or something, but he could sense something was truly wrong with her this time. They made it to his house in complete silence, and she didn't snap out of her funk once inside either.
She plopped down onto his bed, and right away pulled out one of her school books.
"You're gonna start your homework already?" He tossed his own bag into the corner of his room. "It's Friday, you've got all weekend to get that done!"
"Why not? There isn't that much, and once I get done I won't have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend. I like being able to enjoy my Sundays, rather than running around acting like a chicken with it's head cut off wondering where the weekend went, and how i'm going to get my assignments done." Her reply was more serious than he would have liked, so he let out a sigh of defeat, and retrieved his own bag. He tossed his Literature book onto his desk, and slid into the hardwood chair infront of it.
About an hour went by without a word, and Ichigo stared at his half written paper. The silence was killing him, and he couldn't take it anymore. He had to start a conversation about something.
"So what's been eating you?" Why not nip the problem right in the butt?
"What are you talking about?" He rolled his eyes, then leaned back in his chair.
"You've been in this bitchy emo mood all day and it's starting to get to me. I can't say that I really like our arguments, but it's a whole hell of a lot better than this!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked back to her paper, ignoring the beet red shade sliding over his face.
"You know what the hell i'm talking about! Give me some credit dammit, we've known eachother for almost two years. You've been up my ass pretty much since the day you got here! You don't think I would know you by now?" Once again her eyes lifted to meet with his, but this time she shut her text book. She calmly sat it aside, then slid off of the bed.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk." She headed towards the door, but Ichigo was closer and faster. He placed his arm in the doorway, not allowing her to leave.
"No, you're not! Not until you tell me what's up."
"Nothings up now let me through!" She tried pushing past his arm, but he was alot stronger than she was. "You better let me through now!"
"No!" She pulled her leg back, and Ichigo jumped to avoid the attack on his shin she had given him on numerous occasions. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into her original sitting position on his bed. But she wouldn't give up that easy. She fought him the entire way, until somehow he ended up ontop of her straddeling her body and holding her arms down against the bed.
"Ichigo, stop! This isn't funny! Why won't you just leave me alone!?"
"Because I remember the last time you were acting like this! You ran away and I ended up having to go all the way to Soul Society to save your ass!" When she looked into his eyes and saw that expression on his face, she couldn't help but to stop her struggle. "The only time you act like this is when things are getting serious. You don't need to protect me, just let me know what's up so I can protect you."
His eyes were locked onto hers and for the moment he forgot that he was ontop of her. That didn't last for long though. Before he knew what was going on, he recieved a hard blow to the jaw. All he saw as he fell back was a red blur, and it didn't take even a second for him to realize who it was.
"Son of a bitch!" He threw his hand over his mouth, knowing that he would definetly be getting a rather large bruise. "What the hell was that for?"
"You asshole! You were attacking Rukia! Do ya think I'm blind!?"
"I-I was not attacking her .." Although his jaw was a bright red, the blush on his cheeks was even brighter. "We were talking .."
"Yeah right!" The red head grabbed the girls tiny wrist and motioned for her to come with him. "Let's get you away from this pervert!" He was surprised when she pulled away from him.
"Renji! He wasn't attacking me! We really were talking." He eyed the two of them, bother of their faces redder than a tomato, and sighed.
"Whatever. But if he ever does, just let me know. I'll take care of him for you." With a loud smack to the head, he was on the floor, writhing in pain. "What the hell?"
"That's for you not thinking I could take care of myself." This time she stood on Ichigos bed, and made her way towards the open window. Once again, she was stopped by a hand on her wrist.
"Hold on. We weren't finsihed talking!" She gave him the same punishment she had just given Renji, and before she hopped out of the window, turned to look at him.
"I never wanted to have this conversation in the first place!" And with that she was gone, leaving her two closest friends in pain on the floor.