She was here, she was safe, that's wat mattered, as long as she was within his reach, as long as he could touch her, she was safe, but as soon as she was no longer within his grasp, it was danegerouse, there was no gurantee that he could protect her, and that scared him, it scared him alot, because there was no gurantee ounce she left, that someone wouldn't try to kill her again, it's happened far too many times, and he isn't perpared to let her die, it wasn't her fault ofcourse, it was their fault, not her's, because, weather she liked it or not, she had to trust them, all of them, she had no choice, and that was why she wasn't going back, not for a wile, not untill he was sure that she didn't have trust anyone she didn't want to, not untill she was of higher rank, not untill they were both ruleing together, but that was a week away, and untill that very moment, she had no choice, and he hated that, he hated wat they had ounce done to her, and he still refuses to forgive them, he hated the way that pure wite dress looked somehow darker against her pale skin, showing just how very pale she is, or how it shocked against her beatifull black hair, he hated that red collar that was wrapped around her neck like some sort of captured animal, red really wasn't her couler, he hated the look on her face, the fear and amazement in her eyes, he hated it, how the orange embers licked her face and threatened her life, how she cryed ever so slightly, he hated it, he hated how she shook in his arms, even though she tried to hide it, he hated the fright and shakeyness in her voice, he hated the weakness that was painted on her, he hated it all with a firey passion that made him want kill the people that did that to her, but he restrained himself, for her, but wat he hated most was how willing she was, to die, how quickly she exepted it, and how it didn't seem to bother her at all, it made him absolutely sick, the way she held such concern for his life and such little for her owne, and it was all because of THEM! They were the ones that told her she was no good, treated her like trash, and filled that little head of her's with crud that made her believe they were right, he hated them! And even though it was a trick, and she new that, and it wasn't her fault, and she new that as well, she was still much too willing to die, and it made him sick and he hated it, but wat could he do? How could he change her mind? She wasn't that kind of girl, he loved her strenth, it was the best part of her, but her life had been so hard, and he could see a type of tiredness in her eyes, and it was horrible, the fact that she never ounce was able to look through innocent eyes, or blurred vision, from the time she was born her eyes have been tortured, she's been dameged in too many ways, it was never for her, she was never meant to be innocent, she was always meant to live this way, her eyes were always wide open and her vision clear, she never was able to see through innocent eyes, she always saw the blood, and the pain, and everything else of it's kind, and it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair that she was never able to see things with an unseen vision, everyone should've atleast ounce seen things with innocent eyes and blind vision, and she never could, but that's why he loved it wen he could show her something new, because for a moment, she had it, for a moment, she saw with blind vision and innocent eyes, and he loved it, and he loved this site, wat he saw right now, it was a preciouse image, because it was simple, and there was no blood and no pain, just her, sitting there on his bed starring out his window at the night's rain, in that pretty baby blue dress of her's, it loked right, and that dress was beautifull on her, and he loved it,
She woundered if he hated her, he certainly had every reason to, in fact, if he didn't hate her, that would be strange, very strange, she finally looked away from the rain, she crawled off of the bed and started walking towards the closet, "Wat'cha doin'?" he asked, "Changing into my night gown, does that concern you?" "Tch, would ya' stop bein' so sarcastic?!" "Not likely," "Ofcourse not," he mutterd, and she turned back to the closet, he didn't pretend to go back to his manga, he heard the rusteling in the closet, fabric being torn off and throwen on, a zipper zipping down and up again, and then the door opened and she slid out, making her way back to her spot on the bed, that cute wite baby-doll night gown fitting nicely to her figure, a small sigh escaping from her lips, "Wat's wrong?" he asked, "Nothing," she replied, "Rukia, I no wen something's wrong, now tell me wat it is," Rukia turned to look at him, "Nothing," she said, overprounouncing each syllabal of each word, he gave her a look, "Ichigo," she started, but was cut off wen Ichigo spoke, "Geez Rukia! Why can't you tell me wat's going on?!" "Because nothing is!" "This isn't the only time this has a been a problum ya' no?! It's all the time! Including the night before they took you! You were acting weird then too and if I had realized why sooner I could've-" "You could've wat? Stopped them?" "I could've been perpared, I could've trained untill I was ready to face them and then show 'em who's boss! It wouldn't have been hard to keep you outta sight for a wile!" "Ichigo," her voice was softer, "There's nothing you could've done, even if you had defeated Renji, you couldn't have defeated my brother without the things you learned in Soul Society!" "Even if you're right, they still wouldn't've taken you, I could weaken them enough to were they couldn't-" "Ichigo, please, it wasn't your fault," Ichigo thought about that for a moment, before speaking,
"Rukia, you no I trust you completely right?" Rukia turned back to watching the rain, assuming that she had won the argument, "Mm-hm," she replied, begining to tune him out as usual, "And, do you trust ME completely?" she snapped her head around, "Yes! Ofcourse I do! Wat a stupid question!" "If you trust me completely, then give me your hand," "Why?" she asked suspicousely, "If you trust me completely, then there's no reasn to ask why," he actually had a point, well, ya' no wat they say, there's a first time for everything, Rukia hesitated, but drew out her hand for him, he sat on the foot of the bed and felt her slender fingers slide across his hand, he locked her soft hand in his and pulled her forward, she obliged, he teased the skin on her hand with his finger tip, and grinned at her, "Come on, you no I would never hurt you, right?" she raised an eyebrow, "Oh, but throwing me off a scaffold wen I very well could've hit a tree is fine?" Ichigo chuckled slightly, "Wat? I don't get it?" he smiled slightly, "I just wanted to make sure you trusted me," Rukia looked at him a moment, "Are you feeling ok?" she asked, reaching her hand out to touch his head, her other hand still under his, he smiled again, interlocking her fingers with his free hand, and keeping her that way for a moment before slowly bringing her hand down, "Ichigo, wat're you doing?" "If you trust me, there's no reason to ask, do you trust me?" "Yes," "Then, close your eyes," she closed her eyes, and then felt something soft and warm brush against her lips, she opened her eyes as Ichigo leaned up, "Sorry, you no I would never hurt you, but I just had to try that," "Ichigo? Do you trust me?" "Yes," "Then close your eyes," Ichigo smiled and did as he was told, then he felt the unmistakeable feeling of her lips aganst his, he didn't open his eyes as he deepened the kiss, then he moved his mouth genty across her cheek, and heard her giggle slightly as he did so, as soon as he got to her ear he wispered, in the softest voice, "I'm in love with Rukia Kuchiki," and then he returned to kissing her, and felt her lips trace his face, "I love you too, Ichigo Kurosaki," she wispered in his ear, she leaned back, "Ichigo?" "Hm?" "Does the name Rukia Kurosaki sound pleasent to you?" "It sounds extremely pleasent," "Really?" "Do you trust me?" Rukia laughed, and shoved him playfully, watching the rain out of the corner of her eye