Forget About Me
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,247
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lonely goodbye
Rukia could feel herself start to become conscious, but she refused to wake up to such a cold morning. Today wasn’t her day, she thought. Thinking back to last night, she gasped and woke right up to find an empty space. “Ichigo, she whispered sadly. Where was he, she thought, I thought you loved me. Small tears started to form and she wiped them away like there was an imaginary bee in its place. Moaning, she kept her head high and decided to walk home, before stopping to Ichigo’s place. I need to se him. I need to know it was real. I want to know he still loves me. I need him, she screamed.
Her heart was pounding to a chaotic beat. She felt like she could die, with not knowing. This feeling was nothing she ever experienced, and she didn’t want to feel it. It wasn’t fear or anger, it was the only thing Pandora left for us … hope. Hope that clawed at her that he still loved her. That he just left for an emergency. An assurance that he still wanted her. That someone actually wanted her. No one wanted her at home. She had no home. Home was where her father and mother had abandoned her. Home was where she cried out to God as he watched her mourn for them. No, home was with Ichigo. Ichigo…she whispered before escaping the house that they shared, and walked right into the traitorous morning.
Rukia walked slowly to Ichigos house as the sun started to peak out of the clouds that covered it. Her hands were clasped at her side as she gripped his watch. The watch was what he said was one of his most prized possessions. She smiled at that memory, and soon regretted it when it pulled at her heart and began to ache for him. She had given that watch for him after his sixteenth birthday. She had been working for a week just to get him it. It was silver with fake diamond numbers encrusted on it for numbers. On the back, it said that she hoped that one day they would run away together to find happiness and be friends forever. Rukia had only added that friends forever for the sake of not being rejected. Ichigo didn’t notice though and hugged her with all his might. She watched almost smiling as he bragged to Renji about his gift and laughed as they picked yet another fight. ‘I love you’.
She gripped the watch and shut her eyes tightly, I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I won’t hope. I won’t want. She screamed as a bike almost hit her and she fell to her knees. How could Ichigo lover her when she was so small, and unattractive, and had no breast like Orihime. Orihime was beautiful and cute and never bugged Ichigo she thought. They’ll be cute she thought. But her heart begged her to differ as she walked up to Ichigo’s house and rang the door. She waited and listened, but no footsteps came and she rang it again. She stepped back a few places and waited for her Ichigos dad to run out with his little sister on his tail. It was tradition, she thought, but yet no one came. It seemed quiet, she thought, even at this hour; the whole family would be awake, making a ruckus. The neighbors would scowl at them, but never seriously. Everyone loved the Kurosaki clinic. Peering through the window, she saw darkness and. Why are the lights off she wondered, the light was always on to assure the people around that they would help at any time and sometimes travelers would come along at a time like that. Stepping away from the window, she placed her ears to the door and almost fell in when it opened. So much for graceful she thought. Rubbing her temple, she looked up to find nothing. Everything was gone, there was nothing left. She had never seen the house like this and ran up to Ichigo’s room. She banged the door open and found nothing. Nothing to say good-bye to. Not wanting to seem brave anymore she crashed to the floor, clutching his watch as she cried her heart out for being so stupid and believe he would still be here. “There’s no more hope in the world”, she whispered as she fainted from exhaustion. Sleep was her heaven, because no one could hurt her and she could never hope in what her dreams could be like, because that’s how they were.
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Jogging to Ichigo’s house, Renji found the door opened, and nothing inside.
“Kuso”, he swore as he ran up the stairs. The only room found opened was Ichigo’s. To say he was beyond surprised was nothing. He found Rukia on the floor, curled up in a ball and swore at her state. He touched her face at how cold it was and how little color it was showing. Brushing her hair back, he noticed she was wearing the same clothes she as wearing yesterday, and probably didn’t go home. Home, he grumbled, that was hardly what he called home. Lightly picking her up, He laid her in his lap and waited for her to wake up.
Last night before leaving, Ichigo grabbed him and whisked him into a corner where Rukia went to go sit on the swings. At first he thought Ichigo was trying to put the moves on him and punched him in the face.
“What the Fuck was that for you bouzo”, she whispered harshly. He whispered harshly saying that he wasn’t gay. Ichigo sweat dropped and bonked him in the head and said he wasn’t either.
“What do you want then”, he asked. He and Ichigo weren’t on exactly good terms. They were friends, but rivals in their hearts. He knew Rukia loved Ichigo and he felt the same, but neither of them knew he knew both of their deepest secrets.
Ichigo sighed and leaned against a tree and ruffled his hair. “Take care of her ok”, he said sadly. “What for”, he asked but he was already gone to the swings, waving him off. Renji stared blankly at him and yelled all the way home why stupid orange haired guys had o act so mysterious.
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It wasn’t until that morning did he realize Ichigo was going somewhere and apparently, wasn’t going to tell Rukia. He had gone right after he got out of bed, but by the looks of it, they had left, a long time ago. I’ll take care of her Ichigo, he whispered to the dark, open house.
“I’ll come back Rukia” Ichigo promised as if he heard her strangled cries. He watched as his hometown went out of view and lt one teardrop fall down, before settling into his seat and almost wanting to let go of Rukia when she could do without him.
“I’ll come for you Rukia”, Ichigo whispered, “Wait for me"
Her heart was pounding to a chaotic beat. She felt like she could die, with not knowing. This feeling was nothing she ever experienced, and she didn’t want to feel it. It wasn’t fear or anger, it was the only thing Pandora left for us … hope. Hope that clawed at her that he still loved her. That he just left for an emergency. An assurance that he still wanted her. That someone actually wanted her. No one wanted her at home. She had no home. Home was where her father and mother had abandoned her. Home was where she cried out to God as he watched her mourn for them. No, home was with Ichigo. Ichigo…she whispered before escaping the house that they shared, and walked right into the traitorous morning.
Rukia walked slowly to Ichigos house as the sun started to peak out of the clouds that covered it. Her hands were clasped at her side as she gripped his watch. The watch was what he said was one of his most prized possessions. She smiled at that memory, and soon regretted it when it pulled at her heart and began to ache for him. She had given that watch for him after his sixteenth birthday. She had been working for a week just to get him it. It was silver with fake diamond numbers encrusted on it for numbers. On the back, it said that she hoped that one day they would run away together to find happiness and be friends forever. Rukia had only added that friends forever for the sake of not being rejected. Ichigo didn’t notice though and hugged her with all his might. She watched almost smiling as he bragged to Renji about his gift and laughed as they picked yet another fight. ‘I love you’.
She gripped the watch and shut her eyes tightly, I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I won’t hope. I won’t want. She screamed as a bike almost hit her and she fell to her knees. How could Ichigo lover her when she was so small, and unattractive, and had no breast like Orihime. Orihime was beautiful and cute and never bugged Ichigo she thought. They’ll be cute she thought. But her heart begged her to differ as she walked up to Ichigo’s house and rang the door. She waited and listened, but no footsteps came and she rang it again. She stepped back a few places and waited for her Ichigos dad to run out with his little sister on his tail. It was tradition, she thought, but yet no one came. It seemed quiet, she thought, even at this hour; the whole family would be awake, making a ruckus. The neighbors would scowl at them, but never seriously. Everyone loved the Kurosaki clinic. Peering through the window, she saw darkness and. Why are the lights off she wondered, the light was always on to assure the people around that they would help at any time and sometimes travelers would come along at a time like that. Stepping away from the window, she placed her ears to the door and almost fell in when it opened. So much for graceful she thought. Rubbing her temple, she looked up to find nothing. Everything was gone, there was nothing left. She had never seen the house like this and ran up to Ichigo’s room. She banged the door open and found nothing. Nothing to say good-bye to. Not wanting to seem brave anymore she crashed to the floor, clutching his watch as she cried her heart out for being so stupid and believe he would still be here. “There’s no more hope in the world”, she whispered as she fainted from exhaustion. Sleep was her heaven, because no one could hurt her and she could never hope in what her dreams could be like, because that’s how they were.
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Jogging to Ichigo’s house, Renji found the door opened, and nothing inside.
“Kuso”, he swore as he ran up the stairs. The only room found opened was Ichigo’s. To say he was beyond surprised was nothing. He found Rukia on the floor, curled up in a ball and swore at her state. He touched her face at how cold it was and how little color it was showing. Brushing her hair back, he noticed she was wearing the same clothes she as wearing yesterday, and probably didn’t go home. Home, he grumbled, that was hardly what he called home. Lightly picking her up, He laid her in his lap and waited for her to wake up.
Last night before leaving, Ichigo grabbed him and whisked him into a corner where Rukia went to go sit on the swings. At first he thought Ichigo was trying to put the moves on him and punched him in the face.
“What the Fuck was that for you bouzo”, she whispered harshly. He whispered harshly saying that he wasn’t gay. Ichigo sweat dropped and bonked him in the head and said he wasn’t either.
“What do you want then”, he asked. He and Ichigo weren’t on exactly good terms. They were friends, but rivals in their hearts. He knew Rukia loved Ichigo and he felt the same, but neither of them knew he knew both of their deepest secrets.
Ichigo sighed and leaned against a tree and ruffled his hair. “Take care of her ok”, he said sadly. “What for”, he asked but he was already gone to the swings, waving him off. Renji stared blankly at him and yelled all the way home why stupid orange haired guys had o act so mysterious.
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It wasn’t until that morning did he realize Ichigo was going somewhere and apparently, wasn’t going to tell Rukia. He had gone right after he got out of bed, but by the looks of it, they had left, a long time ago. I’ll take care of her Ichigo, he whispered to the dark, open house.
“I’ll come back Rukia” Ichigo promised as if he heard her strangled cries. He watched as his hometown went out of view and lt one teardrop fall down, before settling into his seat and almost wanting to let go of Rukia when she could do without him.
“I’ll come for you Rukia”, Ichigo whispered, “Wait for me"