Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Konversation ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

As Kon watched Ichigo and Rukia swap insults, he couldn't help but smile. He may be in a fake body filled with nothing but cotton, but he had a heart and mind in his soul. Whenever he saw Ichigo and Rukia argue, his mind said congratulations Ichigo, and his heart cried that he had lost Rukia to him. He always knew he didn't have a chance with Rukia, but he still had hope. He hoped that she would someday recognize the little things he did. Sadly, Ichigo crushed those hopes and stole Rukia's heart, and without even knowing it too. Normally, that would just piss him off, but it was Rukia and Ichigo. He could never be truly mad at Ichigo, because he was his best friend who saved his life, and he could never be mad at Rukia, because she was Rukia. All he could really do was make sure their relationship survived and that nothing got in the way of it. It would be small things, like making Ichigo or Rukia mad at him, so their fighting stopped and they would take their anger out on him instead. The little things he did made him proud, but one day, a day he shall never forget, he had to be a larger help. Rukia and Ichigo had fought for too long, and had gotten to harsh, which had only one result, pure blind fury towards eachother. They could normally get over it, but this fight had been large. They used terrible words that, Kon knew, they didn't mean. So, he stepped in and made himself known. Here's the whole story:

"I hate you, you bastard!" Rukia screamed before turning and running out of Ichigo's room. Ichigo watched her leave and held a scowl more deep and angry than any he had before, one that injured animals held, in pain and prepared to lash out at anything.

"The feelling's mutual you bitch!" Ichigo yelled after her. He stood there for awhile, just glaring at the open door, but eventually the fight got to him, and he fell back on his bed. Kon took this as the right time to make his move.

"Hey, jackass, quit crying and pay attention." Kon yelled as he jumped on Ichigo's desk and sat down. Ichigo looked at him and his anger flared once more.

"Kon, I'm warning you, just shut up, I don't wanna hear you too." Ichigo hissed through his teeth. Kon cocked his head to the side and did something he had never done before. He lifted a paper-weight off of Ichigo's desk and threw it at him, hard, and actually hit him, hard. So, again, he did something he had never done before, he inflicted pain on Ichigo.

"Shut up and listen, I have another paper-weight and a box of pins left to throw, don't try to mess with me right now." Kon warned. He was totally out of character right now, which caught Ichigo off-guard. So he did as he was told and listened to what Kon had to say.

"What?" Ichigo sighed in defeat. Kon was almost as much of a pain in the neck as she was. He gritted his teeth in impatience. He still had a lot of anger left.

"Good, now tell me, what the hell did Nee-san do to deserve that?" Kon asked as he pointed to the still open door. Ichigo gave him an icy glare, but no, Kon remained still. Right now Rukia and Ichigo needed his help, and he was more than willing to lend a hand.

"She started going off on me about how I fight, she'll get over it..." Ichigo said as he but his lower-lip in anger. He thought he was actually innocent in the whole thing.

"What did she call the way you fight?" Kon asked, still solid and immune to Ichigo's glare.

"She said I was careless." Ichigo huffed, much like a small child does when he claims innocent but surely isn't.

"Do you know what that means?" Kon asked. Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at him. "It means, you fight without worry for your own safety." Kon continued. Ichigo still looked like it made no sense.

"So what, I have never fought for my..." He began before Kon hit him on the head with a meter-stick from his desk.

"It means Nee-san is worried about your safety during battle and wants you to worry about it also!" Kon yelled. Ichigo could really get under his skin at times like these.

"Bastard!" Ichigo yelled as he jumped at Kon. Said plushie used his small size to jump on Ichigo's head as he hit his face on the desk. As Ichigo fell back on his bed and rubbed at sore nose, Kon jumped into his lap and pulled him down by his collar.

"Listen you stupid son-of-a-bitch, Nee-san cares about your worthless life and thinks you should live, and you know what, you spat in her face for it just now, so I'm ordering you to be a man and apologize to her for your screw-up!" Kon yelled straight to his face. Ichigo could tell how serious he was, and his anger softened. He finally realized it. Both Rukia and Kon worried about him, and he was to stubborn to look at it that way. As Ichigo stood up, Kon lost his balance and began to fall, but no, he didn't. Ichigo caught him and sat him on his desk. Kon gave him a thumbs-up and Ichigo smiled.

"Kon...thanks." He said before walking out of the room to find Rukia. Kon couldn't help but smile back. Both Rukia and Ichigo owed him for this, but he doubted that he would take up that debt.

Ichigo went straight for his sister's room, where Rukia stayed, and tried to think of something to say to her. All he could think of though, was I'm sorry. He knew that wouldn't do though. Rukia was close to him, and he messed up, so now he had to make it known that he, Ichigo Kurosaki, screwed up. As he walked towards his sister's, and Rukia's, room, he noticed the door was open, and that a heavy and very depressed Reiatsu was surrounding the room. Was she this upset? He definitely screwed up.

"Rukia?" Ichigo said as he walked into the doorway. He looked around and saw Rukia sitting on her bed. His heart broke to pieces and burned to ashes when he saw her face was stained with tears. Did he actually make her cry? It was confirmed, he messed up.

"What do you want you jerk...?" Rukia half-sobbed. He decided to move quickly, because it would burn his soul to make her cry again. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. For once, his pride wasn't even an obstacle. Rukia came first in this situation, nothing else.

"Rukia, I'm sorry!" He said before getting down on his knees and putting his forehead to the floor. "Please, I really am sorry, I was an idiot, an ass, a bastard, you name it, I was it." He begged. Yes, begged. Never before did he think he would beg Rukia for anything. He sure as hell was now though.

"Ichigo..." Rukia gasped, utterly suprised. In all her time knowing Ichigo, she never even thought about him kneeling before her. It was a very unsettling sight to her.

"Please, please forgive me, I can't stand thinking you hate me, just please, accept my apology." Ichigo continued. Though, what happened next was not on his list of possible responses. Rukia got on her knees in front of him, lifted his head with her hand, and pulled him into a hug. Truthfully, he was suprised.

"I forgive you, idiot." Rukia smiled as she drew away from him. Ichigo was too stunned to answer, to move. The laws of physics had been broken enough today, Kon had spoken down to him, and even got away with annoying him, and he begged Rukia for an apology. Now though, it was getting out of hand. Ichigo expected the apocalypse or something to happen next, but no, all that happened was a sudden realization.

"Fuck..." He muttered as he snapped back to reality. He looked at Rukia and his heart burned with multiple feelings. Awkwardness, embarrassment, thanks, and more, but nothing hostile, he felt no hate, no anger, not even annoyance. It was a bad sign, but he ignored it, and smiled. Though, there was no one there. At some point when he was lost in la-la-land, she had run off. He was somewhat happy and somewhat sad, but knew that she would be back in his room, lying on his floor, reading a book of some sort. So, he went back to his room, to which he saw Rukia do exactly what he thought she was, and seeing Kon lying on his bed. For once, he let him stay there. Kon deserved a lot after today.

So there you have it. That's how Kon saved Rukia and Ichigo's friendship. With one single conversation, Kon had helped to repair what could have been, to him, the greatest disaster since the distruction of his people, and in a way, he felt that this time, he hadn't failed. Even if all he had was this stuffed animal body, it only took a single conversation.