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Falling
Leaves

By:
Vamprina

Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters, nor do I claim to. I
am not making any money off of this fanfiction, it is purely for
entertainment purposes only.

Warning:
Shounen ai, death, angst

Pairing:
Renji/Ichigo

Renji
sighed softly as he walked slowly down the streets of Karakura Town.
He got leave every year around this time to come and spend some time
in the living world. He didn't necessarily like it here. He didn't
hate it here, either. But, this was Ichigo's world. Or at least...it
used to be.

He'd been
so damn surprised when Ichigo had died in the war. He had always
considered Ichigo to be his best rival and ever since he'd defied all
the odds the first time he came to Soul Society...well, Renji had
been stupid enough to think it was probably impossible for Ichigo to
die before he wanted to. He'd had such spirit pressure, he was so
full of life, determination, responsibility and loyalty. He would
stop at nothing to protect his friends, to become stronger to make
that easier. He had such a...powerful will to live that Renji hadn't
thought anything short of old age would ever bring Ichigo down.

He'd lost a
lot when Ichigo died. He'd lost a friend, a rival, a sparring
partner...and he'd lost someone he'd cared for and loved very deeply.
Not that he would admit that to anyone other than himself. Hell, he
hadn't ever even told Ichigo about how he felt for him. Something
that Renji regretted every moment of every day since Ichigo's death.
He'd never truly been one for the whole 'should'a, could'a, would'a'
type of thing, but this time...this time he couldn't help it. Things
could've been different for them if he'd just told Ichigo about how
he felt.

Sure, there
was always the possibility, a very likely possibility, that Ichigo
would've freaked out at the thought of Renji having any kind of
sexual or romantic feelings toward him. It might've severed their
friendship, even. He didn't think Ichigo would've let it do that, but
there was the possibility. But, along with that, there was a small
chance that Ichigo might've returned his feelings. And now he would
never know and he would always wonder.

He had
spent all this time thus far trying to find Ichigo again. Surely the
orange-haired loud-mouth would show up somewhere in Soul Society,
somewhere in one of the districts of the Rukongai. But, so far, he'd
found nothing of him. Not a trace. So, he could only assume he hadn't
shown up there yet. Of course, there was also the likelihood that
there were just so many people in the Rukongai districts that he just
hadn't been able to find him.

Either way,
until he was able to find Ichigo again, until he was able to see him,
speak to him, touch him again...he would come back here and walk the
streets silently. He missed Ichigo the most when the leaves fell from
the trees.

The leaves
and the trees reminded him of Ichigo. Strong and sturdy and vibrant
and then...just dead. But, even though the world was dying in
preparation for winter, he knew that the leaves would grow on the
trees once again and be just as vibrant as they were the summer
before. Renji knew he'd see Ichigo again. He would make certain of
it.

Still, as
he looked upon the leaves of all different shades of red, brown and
orange, falling from their tree limbs and swirling around him, some
of them brushing against him as he walked, he couldn't help but feel
sad. He mourned for Ichigo just as surely as he would if he knew he
would never see him again for certain.

He imagined
he could hear Ichigo's laughter on the wind, the sort he would hear
at times when Ichigo would get him with a particularly good insult
that Renji had managed to walk right into without even thinking. He
smiled softly and tilted his head upward toward the sky a bit,
shutting his eyes for a moment as he let the wind caress his face
gently, imagining that perhaps it were Ichigo's hands or fingers
touching him, telling him it would be alright, that he was still here
and with him. That he wasn't truly gone and that he never would be.
Telling Renji the things he already knew but so desperately needed
reassurance for just the same.

That night
as he crossed back to Soul Society he made sure to cross back over
into the Rukongai district of 77, not having checked there for at
least a couple of months. It took a while to get through each
district over and over again. He had to be just as careful each time
he went to one of the districts as he had been the first time he went
out to search it. He had to search every face, street. And he wasn't
going to stop just because it was the anniversary of Ichigo's death
today. No, if anything that was more reason to search again.

He didn't
have to go far when his senses were assaulted with a familiar spirit
pressure. He turned, slowly, his eyes wide, holding his breath. There
was no way...after all this time, he didn't expect to find him again
tonight. Just as sure as he had been that he would find him, he had
been sure that it wouldn't be anytime soon. And yet...

“Hey,
what the fuck ya lookin at, Shinigami?”came an obnoxious voice,
belonging to a boy looking exactly as he remembered Ichigo. This time
the boy had his hands on his hips, staring at Renji as if the
Shinigami robes shouldn't and didn't command any sort of respect from
the members of the Rukongai, staring at him as if he'd never seen him
before. Obscenely orange hair, spiky like he remembered, a smart-ass
grin on his face that Renji felt the urge to wipe off of his face
with a friendly and familiar scuffle.

“I-Ichigo...?”
Renji asked, so softly that at first he was afraid the boy wouldn't
hear him.

“Hey...how
ya know my name?” Ichigo asked, moving into a more defensive
stance, possibly without even realizing it. It wasn't uncommon for
the members of the higher districts, especially, to distrust the
Shinigami, just as they distrusted everyone else. It didn't pay to be
too trusting and anybody could be an enemy, as was proven during the
war. It was no secret that the people behind it had been Shinigami
turned bad.

“I,
uh...heard of ya. Name's Abarai Renji.” He said, quietly, aware
that he was still sort of staring, but he had to think of a way, and
the faster the better, to keep Ichigo talking to him, to help him
relax more in Renji's presence enough to agree to another meeting.

He'd
finally found Ichigo again...and there was no way he was going to let
him fade back into the crowd. There was too much of a chance that if
he let Ichigo do that, he'd never see him again...

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