Forget About Me
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,248
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Everyday was the same to her, a number in a calendar that seized to know when it would move on. The days turned into months, and the months turned into years and soon enough, it had been three years since she had last saw that boy that made her heart sing and die at the same time.
Rukia sighed as the birds outside her window cheeped and sang their hearts out to the cheery morning that at least helped her feel a little happy. Today was the day she would forget about him. He had been in her dream today but it wouldn’t be any different from the many dreams she had with him. Once, she had forgotten about what he looked like and went crazy trying to find the last picture that they had taken together. When she finally found one, she drowned it in tears until the picture seemed to fade with some of her hope for his return.
Of course today of all days were important to her. This was the anniversary of the day he went and moved away from the city to a place unknown. She was meeting Renji for what he called a day of “Fun in the Sun”. She wouldn’t buy that lame excuse. She knew that he was using that to get her to come out, and she was. Cautiously then slowly to the point where she thought that her progress moved as much as a little snail moved from one state to another. It was working, she’d admit it. She only thought about him once a day, and that was only in the morning, what she hated the most was her heart. Her mind and her heart betrayed her.
She began to have those same feelings she had for a boy, but now it seemed to be towards someone else. The looks, the smirks, and of course the outrageous temper. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve thought they were fraternal twins. She didn’t know if she could take it anymore. She was falling hard. It wasn’t a bad hard too. It felt nice.
She felt it everyday she was with him, not exactly the way he did it but a little different. He made her feel special. He made her warm and beautiful to look at. The first time she smiled it what seemed like a whole lifetime, caught on fire of her heart and began burning with the same desire to be with someone. She was going to meet him today. Maybe even tell him how she felt. At that thought she blushed.
“Here I go,” she said to herself, her silky nightgown falling to the floor.
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Ichigo was never the type of guy who would ever I mean ever dress up to impress. He knew what his look was and he kept with it. Laid back and casual was his thing and he never wanted to change it. But he found himself in the stain glassed mirror of a run down bathroom staring at himself and trying, or attempting to make himself look…. handsome. He smirked at that thought and wondered why he was so nervous. This was going to be the first time he’d been home in a hell of a long time, and he wanted to look good for her. Knowing her, she would immediately notice the change and raise her eyebrow in a quirk that got him to laugh every time. Today he was going to meet her again and tell her what happened so long ago.
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The sound of the clattering forks and spoons clanked on the plate as she entered the small but cozy café she loved so much. The café was in a small suburban area and like all cafes had a catchy slogan to it’s name and the natural warmth that came along with it. This certain café was Renji’s favorite for a reason she knew to well. He explained it to be the “Best place in the freaking world”. He liked the music that played and how no one cared how oddly different he looked from the rest of them.
She didn’t like to admit it but she found herself daydreaming them together forever with miniature Renji’s playing around with sticks, but whenever she dreamt of this, Ichigo’s face would appear on their faces and she would cry out from the frustration of still wanting him. Wanted him like he wanted her that day he loved her forever. And that’s what she wanted, for him to love her forever and not leave her like he did. With Renji she was always assured and knew that with a future with Renji, it would always be a fairytale ending, one she always wanted, but somewhere dormant in her heart, she yearned for a love that made her heart burst with so much passion and made her crazy for him every single moment she breathed air. A sick kind of love that was with him.
She sat down in a corner and leaned against the chair as she waited for Renji to arrive and have their traditional chocolate cappuccino with extra whip cream. The warmth in the room was making her a bit sleepy, so she closed her eyes and lay down on her hands wondering what was holding Renji up. He was usually never late. Go….Ichi…Ichi…Ichigo.
“Rukia?” a soft strong voice called to her. The warm room blurred in her vision and she wondered why she felt like she had the biggest hangover in her life. A large hand touched her bare shoulders and she looked up to see. Her eyes were making fun of her. The room blurred in the background as she touched the hand on her shoulder and felt the similarity. That hand touched her there before. What did she see? Why was she seeing him? This boy that had orange hair and those memorizing brown eyes.
She knew she shouldn’t have said it. In the years that passed she never said it out loud. An unspoken rule they had made up to put it behind them and before she could stop herself, she said that deceitful name she always spoke with so much love adoration.
“Ichigo”.
Rukia sighed as the birds outside her window cheeped and sang their hearts out to the cheery morning that at least helped her feel a little happy. Today was the day she would forget about him. He had been in her dream today but it wouldn’t be any different from the many dreams she had with him. Once, she had forgotten about what he looked like and went crazy trying to find the last picture that they had taken together. When she finally found one, she drowned it in tears until the picture seemed to fade with some of her hope for his return.
Of course today of all days were important to her. This was the anniversary of the day he went and moved away from the city to a place unknown. She was meeting Renji for what he called a day of “Fun in the Sun”. She wouldn’t buy that lame excuse. She knew that he was using that to get her to come out, and she was. Cautiously then slowly to the point where she thought that her progress moved as much as a little snail moved from one state to another. It was working, she’d admit it. She only thought about him once a day, and that was only in the morning, what she hated the most was her heart. Her mind and her heart betrayed her.
She began to have those same feelings she had for a boy, but now it seemed to be towards someone else. The looks, the smirks, and of course the outrageous temper. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve thought they were fraternal twins. She didn’t know if she could take it anymore. She was falling hard. It wasn’t a bad hard too. It felt nice.
She felt it everyday she was with him, not exactly the way he did it but a little different. He made her feel special. He made her warm and beautiful to look at. The first time she smiled it what seemed like a whole lifetime, caught on fire of her heart and began burning with the same desire to be with someone. She was going to meet him today. Maybe even tell him how she felt. At that thought she blushed.
“Here I go,” she said to herself, her silky nightgown falling to the floor.
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Ichigo was never the type of guy who would ever I mean ever dress up to impress. He knew what his look was and he kept with it. Laid back and casual was his thing and he never wanted to change it. But he found himself in the stain glassed mirror of a run down bathroom staring at himself and trying, or attempting to make himself look…. handsome. He smirked at that thought and wondered why he was so nervous. This was going to be the first time he’d been home in a hell of a long time, and he wanted to look good for her. Knowing her, she would immediately notice the change and raise her eyebrow in a quirk that got him to laugh every time. Today he was going to meet her again and tell her what happened so long ago.
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The sound of the clattering forks and spoons clanked on the plate as she entered the small but cozy café she loved so much. The café was in a small suburban area and like all cafes had a catchy slogan to it’s name and the natural warmth that came along with it. This certain café was Renji’s favorite for a reason she knew to well. He explained it to be the “Best place in the freaking world”. He liked the music that played and how no one cared how oddly different he looked from the rest of them.
She didn’t like to admit it but she found herself daydreaming them together forever with miniature Renji’s playing around with sticks, but whenever she dreamt of this, Ichigo’s face would appear on their faces and she would cry out from the frustration of still wanting him. Wanted him like he wanted her that day he loved her forever. And that’s what she wanted, for him to love her forever and not leave her like he did. With Renji she was always assured and knew that with a future with Renji, it would always be a fairytale ending, one she always wanted, but somewhere dormant in her heart, she yearned for a love that made her heart burst with so much passion and made her crazy for him every single moment she breathed air. A sick kind of love that was with him.
She sat down in a corner and leaned against the chair as she waited for Renji to arrive and have their traditional chocolate cappuccino with extra whip cream. The warmth in the room was making her a bit sleepy, so she closed her eyes and lay down on her hands wondering what was holding Renji up. He was usually never late. Go….Ichi…Ichi…Ichigo.
“Rukia?” a soft strong voice called to her. The warm room blurred in her vision and she wondered why she felt like she had the biggest hangover in her life. A large hand touched her bare shoulders and she looked up to see. Her eyes were making fun of her. The room blurred in the background as she touched the hand on her shoulder and felt the similarity. That hand touched her there before. What did she see? Why was she seeing him? This boy that had orange hair and those memorizing brown eyes.
She knew she shouldn’t have said it. In the years that passed she never said it out loud. An unspoken rule they had made up to put it behind them and before she could stop herself, she said that deceitful name she always spoke with so much love adoration.
“Ichigo”.