Helikaon
02-11-2007, 05:36 AM
The silent night in the Urahara house was only broken by the slightest sound of two figures rising from the beds in which they could find no rest. Neither knew the presence of the other until a turn of events had them bump into each other in one of the four corners of the house.
“Ich..Ich…Ichigo” Rukia stuttered in surprise at the appearance of his dark face that was only illuminated by the light of the moon filtering through the window.
“Oh! Rukia, its you” Ichigo said half heartedly.
They stared at each other for a while, listening to the breeze lightly knocking on the doors and windows of the house.
What is this? What is “oh its you?” Were you expecting someone else? Why does your face always reflect inner pain? And why can I never pull my eyes away from your glance… That sad look.
“Why are you up now Ichigo?” Rukia asked, trying to hide her concern.
“I can’t sleep…” Ichigo sighed, his eyes wandering the house not wanting to be pulled in by her gaze again.
Rukia could feel the tension that grew between them, like it would snap under any weight. She made an effort to pull herself together and ask the question that plagued her mind over these few days in the Urahara house.
“What’s wrong Ichigo? All I see now is you looking at me with those sad eyes. Where did the Ichigo I know fall along the way? Who are you?” Rukia’s voice cracked at the last question. The emotion flowing in. She felt the tears welling up inside her and she couldn’t control them. The tears flowed freely down her face.
Yet Ichigo made no move to comfort her. Instead he answered the question, his eyes looking off through the wall into the distance.
“Why me?” he stated, it was as if the world hung on his words, wanting to hear his answer. The wind stopped outside.
“I always have the weight of the world on my shoulders, like my legs will buckle under the pressure. Whenever it seems that I’ve caught up to the pressure, another replaces it, even heavier than before.”
As Rukia stared at him while he was speaking a voice screamed inside her.
Since when did Ichigo tell me how he feels? Now it’s harder than ever to look the other way and pretend that I don’t care . His face… Oh his face…
“Some times I can’t take it anymore, I just want to fall down and not get up. Just lie there and…” He didn’t finish his sentence, because before he could say it, Rukia’s hands reached up and cupped his face, as she did this she pulled him into a kiss that neither would ever forget. Like the world didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was this night and the moon reflecting off his eyes.
“Why do you always hide it Ichigo?” Rukia said after the embrace. “Why do you always take the weight on your own? Do you even see me before you? You… You saved me when the world had lost hope, you, you were there for me. You know, you have friends that would help you. Look at Chad, Inoue, and Ishida. They went to hell and back, and now you ignore them. But I won’t let you ignore me… I just wont.”
This time it was Ichigo that reached down and pulled her face to his, in that sweet surrender, she could have stayed in it all night.
But her body had other ideas. Before she could control herself she was moving towards her room, her face was flushed and started to heat up. She became entranced by his lips on hers, the smooth texture brushing up against her own. His hands moving over her body like he was creating the most beautiful sculpture, they seemed to flow over her curves, removing her clothing like it was nothing at all. His fingers moved over her breasts feeling them like they were the most delicate thing in the world, his fingers brushed over her nipple and she let out a silent cry.
Her body seemed to have a mind of its own for she was twisting with every move of his hands. The ecstasy ran through her body like nothing before, she felt more alive than ever. She knew this was her time, she knew what he was to do. She felt him enter her and the heat of the moment, the energy erupted into a new level, as their bodies swayed in time.
The beauty of his body portrayed along side hers in the moonlight, time could have stopped. She felt her inner body reaching new levels and she filled with the ecstasy inside of her, she exploded in the pleasure of the moment letting herself go. For once in her life she felt free. The moment lasted a second. After that they lay beside each other in the bliss of the morning light.
Rukia broke the silence with a question that she knew the answer to.
“This… This won’t happen again will it?” Rukia asked in an awkward manner.
Ichigo got that far off look again.
“Not until it’s over… Not until everything ends, not until I do what I was born to do”
“Ich..Ich…Ichigo” Rukia stuttered in surprise at the appearance of his dark face that was only illuminated by the light of the moon filtering through the window.
“Oh! Rukia, its you” Ichigo said half heartedly.
They stared at each other for a while, listening to the breeze lightly knocking on the doors and windows of the house.
What is this? What is “oh its you?” Were you expecting someone else? Why does your face always reflect inner pain? And why can I never pull my eyes away from your glance… That sad look.
“Why are you up now Ichigo?” Rukia asked, trying to hide her concern.
“I can’t sleep…” Ichigo sighed, his eyes wandering the house not wanting to be pulled in by her gaze again.
Rukia could feel the tension that grew between them, like it would snap under any weight. She made an effort to pull herself together and ask the question that plagued her mind over these few days in the Urahara house.
“What’s wrong Ichigo? All I see now is you looking at me with those sad eyes. Where did the Ichigo I know fall along the way? Who are you?” Rukia’s voice cracked at the last question. The emotion flowing in. She felt the tears welling up inside her and she couldn’t control them. The tears flowed freely down her face.
Yet Ichigo made no move to comfort her. Instead he answered the question, his eyes looking off through the wall into the distance.
“Why me?” he stated, it was as if the world hung on his words, wanting to hear his answer. The wind stopped outside.
“I always have the weight of the world on my shoulders, like my legs will buckle under the pressure. Whenever it seems that I’ve caught up to the pressure, another replaces it, even heavier than before.”
As Rukia stared at him while he was speaking a voice screamed inside her.
Since when did Ichigo tell me how he feels? Now it’s harder than ever to look the other way and pretend that I don’t care . His face… Oh his face…
“Some times I can’t take it anymore, I just want to fall down and not get up. Just lie there and…” He didn’t finish his sentence, because before he could say it, Rukia’s hands reached up and cupped his face, as she did this she pulled him into a kiss that neither would ever forget. Like the world didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was this night and the moon reflecting off his eyes.
“Why do you always hide it Ichigo?” Rukia said after the embrace. “Why do you always take the weight on your own? Do you even see me before you? You… You saved me when the world had lost hope, you, you were there for me. You know, you have friends that would help you. Look at Chad, Inoue, and Ishida. They went to hell and back, and now you ignore them. But I won’t let you ignore me… I just wont.”
This time it was Ichigo that reached down and pulled her face to his, in that sweet surrender, she could have stayed in it all night.
But her body had other ideas. Before she could control herself she was moving towards her room, her face was flushed and started to heat up. She became entranced by his lips on hers, the smooth texture brushing up against her own. His hands moving over her body like he was creating the most beautiful sculpture, they seemed to flow over her curves, removing her clothing like it was nothing at all. His fingers moved over her breasts feeling them like they were the most delicate thing in the world, his fingers brushed over her nipple and she let out a silent cry.
Her body seemed to have a mind of its own for she was twisting with every move of his hands. The ecstasy ran through her body like nothing before, she felt more alive than ever. She knew this was her time, she knew what he was to do. She felt him enter her and the heat of the moment, the energy erupted into a new level, as their bodies swayed in time.
The beauty of his body portrayed along side hers in the moonlight, time could have stopped. She felt her inner body reaching new levels and she filled with the ecstasy inside of her, she exploded in the pleasure of the moment letting herself go. For once in her life she felt free. The moment lasted a second. After that they lay beside each other in the bliss of the morning light.
Rukia broke the silence with a question that she knew the answer to.
“This… This won’t happen again will it?” Rukia asked in an awkward manner.
Ichigo got that far off look again.
“Not until it’s over… Not until everything ends, not until I do what I was born to do”