Unspeakable

Ok, the second part of my two-shot reflection of how easy it would be to pair up Rukia and Ichigo. I mean, it actually makes more sense if he was in love with her, instead of not.
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I’m going to die Rukia stared across the open expanse of ground to the huge halberd that seemed to be trembling against its bonds. The Soukyoku, the huge zanpakuto that would end her life. But it wasn’t so bad, Nii-sama didn’t care about her, and Yamamoto-sotaicho had promised to let Ichigo and the others return home alive and unhurt. For that one promise, she would die a thousand deaths, just to make sure Ichigo would be alright. She couldn’t save him back then but at least now she could. They couldn’t be together, she knew that, had known that since that first kiss in his bedroom.

They were from two different walks of life, and even if he wanted to save her, he couldn’t. It was one thing to fight lieutenants and captains but he couldn’t compare to the general and in her heart, Rukia knew that if it came down to it, the Captain-General would kill him and that was the one thing Rukai would not be able to bear.

She hung in her light robe, at the top of the execution block and sighed slowly, the Soukyoku was shifting, orange fire arching across its blade as the huge weapon turned to her and strangely Rukia felt no fear. Felt no horror at the sword that would end her life.

I am not afraid

I have live well

I met Renji…Was adopted by Nii-sama….led by Kaien-dono….I was saved by Ichigo…

Loved by Ichigo….and I loved him too…

I am not suffering

I am not sad

I have no regrets

I am not…leaving behind my heart

…………………….Thank you…………………..Good bye

She didn’t see the fiery blade but rather Ichigo’s face. His cockeyed smile, his unruly orange hair.

Even as tears trailed down her cheeks, she remembered his kisses that seemed like a century ago, remembered the possessive way he held her in his arms and closed her eyes, the fiery warmth enveloping her as the Soukyoku fell and lunged.

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A huge clang erupted above her, and Rukia’s eyes flew open in surprise. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat, her pulse froze in her veins. There in all his glory and strength stood Ichigo, the proud crest of the Shihoin family on his shoulder.

His huge blade braced confidently against the violent Soukyoku.

“Hey…..”

“Ichi….” she breathed as he stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable in the wavering heat that surrounded them. A millions thoughts rushed through her mind as she stared unbelievingly at the man that stood before her covered in bandages.

“IDIOT!” She screamed at him as the wavering image of Byakuya appeared in her mind. He would die, after everything, he would die.

“SHUT UP! I’m rescuing you whether you like it or not and anything you say will be ignored.” He grinned at her as the huge Soukyoku pushed harder against his sword. The heat of the fire wrapping them in a blanket of fire blocking everything else out.

He grinned cockily at her as he pushed the bird off and stepped up next to her. Behind them the weapon readied itself for a second lunge. Ichigo felt it move as he turned, leaned in and kissed her. Ichigo kissed her hurriedly and passionately, a second of sensations, of emotions before he pulled back and winked at her turning to cut through the giant halberd.

Behind him, Rukia’s brain refused to kick in. Her lips tingled from the too fast kiss, her mind reeled from so much changing but her heart fluttered. He stood there battered but resolved facing the power of one thousand zanpakutos for her. This man was standing between her and this destructive force and she was helpless to stop him. Her heart was torn between horror and love. Rukia wanted nothing more in this world than to move. To push him away or hold him close, all she wanted was to touch him before fate decided everything.

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The fights were over, Aizen was unmasked and there were currently three fewer captains in the Gotei 13. Everyone hurt in the ranks, physically or mentally. Betrayal and loyalty, pain and heartache was a palpable thing throughout Soul Society but even as some grieved a few others celebrated life and success.

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Orihime smiled at Ishida as she took the pretty sundress from him. “It’s lovely Ishida-kun I’m sure Kuchiki-san’ll love it!” She bubbled as she ran off intending to find Rukia. Ishida-kun loves Rukia…I have to give her his present so he won’t feel bad! She ran down the hallway leaving a mildly confused Uryuu behind.

But it was not to be as Orihime realized when it became apparent that Rukia was no where to be found. Not her, not Chad, not even Ichigo and no one knew where anyone was.

Which was probably for the best considering…..

Rukia’s uniform was undone, her kosode gaping open as Ichigo kissed and sucked at her neck. His firm hands toying with her perky breasts. He rolled one of her erect nipples between his fingers as he listened to the sounds of her quickly gasping moans above him. The brunette’s head was thrown back, resting against the wall as she tried to focus on something other that his demanding mouth at her neck.

But just as soon as she thought that, Ichigo’s talented mouth jumped from her neck to her nipple and all thoughts were summarily halted. Rukia gasped as she felt his hand wiggle into her pants to press and fondle against her entrance.

His long fingers slipped into her moist folds, toying with her as his teeth gently tugged at her breast. His breathing was low and guttural as he lost himself in her body. His hands making her squirm against him, her arms tight around his shoulders.

Ichigo quickly dropped her pants but he stilled jerkily as Rukia’s hand moved to grab his hard shaft. She held him, her hand tugging him through his uniform as her dark eyes stared up at him heavily. Her other hand pulled his belt open to slid her hand into his pants. Ichigo shrugged out of his kosode and he finished stripping Rukia.

Finally baring the petite brunette he hauled her up in his arms, as he used his hand to position himself. Pushing into her, he groaned heavily trying to calm down. It had been too long and too stressful. It wouldn’t take him long and if he had read her right, Rukia would last long either. They were strung out and intoxicated with each other’s life that sex was amplified in dimensions unexplainable.

Rukia moaned sultrily in his ear as she moved over him, moving her hips against him urging him to move faster. And all he could do was oblige her. He fucked her hard, panted roughly against her neck as he felt his balls tighten, drawing closer to his body. He couldn’t hold out, she was too close, too hot, too…everything that he slipped a hand between them to rub her clit urging her to completion faster so that she could join him. He was rewarded with a loud gasp as she rolled her body against him and into his hand. Their heavy breathing and moving bodies filling the room with lewd sounds before Ichigo began to pound into her. The slapping echoing throughout the room, as Rukia’s moans started to rise in pitch. Her voice came faster and faster as they moved together until Ichigo pushed deeply into her and came, his body jerking within her.

Finishing, he pulled out of her and dropped them both to the floor, where he buried his face between her legs and urged her to completion. And with Ichigo licking and sucking her, her hand threaded through his hair before tugging hard as she gasped “ICHIGO!” and found her completion in his arms.

He rose up and pulled her into his arms, hugging her to him as he buried his nose in her hair. Inhaling her sweat, sweet smell he held her tight, some how knowing that she couldn’t come with him. Knowing that she would have to stay here in the spirit world and he would have top leave her.

He knew that and even so he couldn’t let her go. Her arms held him with just as much strength, silent tears falling down her cheeks as she held onto to him with all she had, memorizing his scent, the feel of him against her body.

Now or later they would be together. Together forever whether in this lifetime or the next or maybe even the one after that. What mattered was that she had found him and he had found her. They would meet again, they had too, there was too much between them, too much history, too many events, and far too much love. More than was healthy but nonetheless, Rukia knew that given the choice she would still chose to love him, to love his reckless, careless, hard assed determination, to love his crazy, messy bright orange hair, his dark brown eyes and all five feet eight in a half feet of him.

She smiled passed her tears as she reached up a hand to caress his face, tilting his head down to kiss him softly, gently, lovingly. Telling him, showing him all the love she had for him, all the love in all the three worlds that Rukia Kuchiki had for him, she showed him with that kiss, tears ghosting down her cheeks as she wordlessly told him I’ll wait for you Ichigo, forever…I love you

And Ichigo understood, he felt her love and returned it tenfold, kissing her like he was a drowning man and she was air. He kissed her wildly, passionately, conveying a lifetime of emotions through that press of mouths.

They kissed for hours, minutes, seconds, eternity until he finally let her go. Finally released her to dress and walk out.

He left her in that field that day, her waving with so many others around her waving and shouting goodbye but Ichigo didn’t see them. He looked passed everyone of his comrades and friends and stared into her eyes as he stepped into the gate.

His burning chocolate eyes promised her so many things at that moment, so many wordless things. That even after he disappeared into the human world, she was still standing there remembering his face.

I’ll wait for you Ichigo, forever…I love you

I love you

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Love is eternal, it transcends time and space, enduring, enduring, enduring until at last it finds roots from which to bloom, to bloom and flourish and flower binding one soul and another through however many lifetimes, however many places and situations. It endures, endures and true love will never wither away, never die, never rot away. It will always bloom, always endure, endure, endure.

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It’s over….no more for this two-shot. Bittersweet but hopeful, I think. Review! Please!