Forget About Me

There's a time in your life when all time passes by, and all you can think or do is open your mouth in shock and the moment you move, time seems to fast-forward as if to catch back up in time. That was how Rukia felt at that moment. Her world literally stopped the moment she let herself remember that haunting face, she obsessively dreamed about everyday. He was here. Ichigo was here. What did she do now? What was she thinking now?
Memories of them together flashed through her mind in a jumbled bunch. She felt as if her mind was flipping through a scrapbook of pictures of Ichigo and her together, laughing smiling looking at each other. Time when she wished hoped and obsessed over him and waited for the day for him to notice her growing love for him every single moment since the day she met him. He was the only boy she had ever liked. "The only one" she whispered.

His hand at her shoulder rubbed little circles on her shoulder and she wished she could move, stand up, push him away, and do something. Her body and her brain seemed to be frozen. None of which were being cooperative. She let out a surprised gasp when he slid his hands down her arms and she flinched away. His face seemed to be shocked, and he pulled back his hand as if he didn't want to surprise her too much. You already did she thought.

"Rukia", he whispered so low. She bet that he didn’t think she would hear it. But she could hear everything he said. Why did he have to say her name so...nice. But she loved it, no yearned for it more than she thought. He seemed so real for her, Ichigo was finally here registered in her brain and she didn't know what made her do it but the moment he said her name again, she jumped out of her seat, and wrapped her hands around his waist and sobbed in an room shattering cry.


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There wasn't anything really that ever got to Ichigo. He didn’t have a weakness. Sure he got pissed off some time, but never to the point where he knew he was going to blow up at the closest person. Even Renji, and his annoying antics to beat him at everything, didn't get to him. Only once had he ever really blew up and that was because of her.
It was the beginning of the third grade and all the kids around were crowded around the track, watching Rukia and another girl he didn't really remember race each other. Of course he hadn't really cared at all who won, but he knew to Rukia, her whole world would break down if she lost.

She was just the type who took winning to the ultimate. Of course Ichigo wouldn't had known the feeling of losing for he had never- never lost anything to anyone at all, not even to himself. As he watched the two girls take their place, he watched interested as a boy ran across the track and threw down a banana, looked up in Rukia's direction to find no one watching and laughed as he hid in a bush. It wasn't until the race started did he realize that the boy had purposely put the banana there so that Rukia would slip and lose the race. Before he knew it, he saw it all happening. The fall, the look on everyone's face, the contact of torn skin to the cement, and the moment Rukia realized she had lost the race. Rukia had cried the entire day in the nurse's office, and Ichigo had spent the entire day in the principle's office writing a letter to the principal, telling him why fighting solved absolutely nothing. But it had solved everything. That was the day Ichigo realized what his weakness was.

Ichigo gazed down at her ink black hair and laid his cheek onto her hair, feeling the silky waves tickle his nose and the scent of misty peaches reach his nose. Pulling her closer, he rubbed big circles on her back and smiled as she began to hiccup and decrease her crying. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he couldn't help but feel happy as he hugged her. Her tiny, petite hands clutched his shirt and nestled her face into his shirt. He couldn't see her but he knew she would be beautiful. How long had he waited for this day to happen? Months, years, minutes? He had Rukia back in his arms and he wasn't going to let her go - ever again.


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Rukia sighed in content as she digged her face into his chest. When had she forgotten the scent of his skin? The sweet but manly smell that clung onto him wherever he went. She tried not to jump up in down, when he hugged her tighter and she remembered when he had hugged her and kissed her like this the last time. The feel of his heart beating next to hers and his finger entwined with hers so lovingly as he gazed down at her with one of her favorite smiles. That crooked grin of his that made her want to kiss him over and over again and ask herself over and over again how she could ever smile, laugh live without him. He was Ichigo, the same Ichigo so long ago.
She pulled away from him almost suddenly, and blushed as he tried to reach for her again, but she moved away. That's right she thought. He was the same Ichigo from so long ago. The one who left her, the one who said he loved, the one who hurt her.

"Rukia" he said again, stepping closer but she took another one. "Don't,” she said. Her arms went around her automatically, in an insecure hug and she was glad Renji wasn't here or he would've made a fuss about what was wrong. "I can't do this... We can't do this,” she said.

He looked away, her favorite grin, wiped away and his frown back where it came from. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away. Rukia watched him from the corner of her eyes and regretted ever saying that. She loved him so much. So much it hurt whenever she thought of him. A little prick that stayed in her heart, never letting her get the satisfaction of ever letting him go. She loved him so much, but not enough to let him take control over her again.

"Why?" Ichigo asked as he stared right into her eyes. They were so full of raging brown. She saw something she never thought she saw in his eyes. Determination.

"I can't,” she whispered again. She felt as if she was a robot, capable of only saying two words. I can't I can't. "I'm confused". He gazed down at her, and before she could even move, he had evaded her space, dominating her, towering her demanding her to tell him what he wanted. His hand had caught her fingers and entwined them once again, bringing them to his lips, kissing them and brushing them along her knuckles. She gasped at the feeling and was shocked to find butterflies flutter in her stomach and a burn that started to fire. "Is this confusing?” he whispered huskily as he pulled her closer and kissed her neck slowly, tantalizing up and down. His teeth, biting softly on her skin to leave little spots of purple dots. She gasped out loud and held onto his shirt as he continued to kiss her up and down, pushing her blouse away from her neck and kissing it to make her shiver with need. "Is this confusing?” he whispered darkly into her ear, pulling her closer into his space until he had pulled her into a little corner of the cafe where magazines and books were laid out. His hand pushed away her bangs and he kissed her forehead.

Her mind was screaming up and down. A big red light flashing in her mind telling her that she couldn’t wouldn’t and shouldn’t go back to this. This mad, dark, obsession with him. This unwanted vulnerability that she always prided herself against. She had to stop him and say something.

His hand caressed her cheek and she wondered what she could say. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she thought. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. Stop loving her. His forehead rested on hers and their nose met. She could feel his warm breath on her lips and his hands touching her lips. His hands were rough and at that moment all she could think of were those hands on her body as he held her and touched her in places that would make her blush. She remembered the way she had responded to him so eagerly and kissed him with so much passion, she wondered if it that really was her and not some other girl. She remembered the way his lips had tugged at her lips in a sensual way and licked at it to soothe it. Looking at his lips, she wondered what it felt like to kiss him again.

"Is this confusing?" he asked again, kissing both her cheeks, and she felt herself blush in a way she knew would surprise even him, but he only chuckled as if he knew she would react that way. "Is this confusing?" he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck with only the brushes of his lips. "Is this confusing?" he whispered as he tugged her even tighter to him and kissed her nose in the most endearing sentiment that she hoped he couldn't hear her heart thump so hard against her chest.

Her hands unconsciously went around his neck and he lowered his head, and he whispered the next few words she didn't hear, and captured her lips with such passion, she moaned in agony at the feeling and clung to him helplessly. She knew she shouldn't have done that. Let him kiss her with so much passion. Touch her as if he owned her all along, and recapture her heart in his little love net. The moment he kissed her, she knew she was done for, after all it was Ichigo and she couldn't help but fall right back in love with him.