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Nightly Visitor	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Rukia Views: 6116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nightly Visitor
Ichigo was home. Rukia looked up at the window that was alive with light, rooted on the spot where she stood on the sidewalk below. She used the excuse that she just happened to pass his home after dispatching the hollow a few blocks away. Maybe she wasn't needed here, but the assigned shinigami that took care of Kararkura Town was next to useless. Uryu couldn't take care of them all either, and it was best he didn't. The shinigami were already watching him to make sure he didn't go overboard.
A shadow moved across the window. He was definitely there. This was so stupid. Why did she keep coming here? Two years gone and she just couldn't let it go. In the mortal world, this was considered stalking. She bit her lip at the thought. No, that was silly. He was her friend, it's not like she was a stranger.
"Then why don't you ever visit the others?" she muttered to herself. At least they could still see her. "Just turn around and go, Rukia. Your job is done."
She made her decision, and it was the same as all the other times she found herself here. She took a leap up and landed lightly, moving through the wall as if it were nothing more than air. Her eyes were closed, waiting for her inner turmoil to just shut the hell up. She listened to the faint scratching of a pencil. He was doing homework. It was like a religion with him since he lost his powers.
Rukia made herself open her eyes. She smiled a little. His chin was resting on a hand, eyes following his own neat writing, arm across the notebook to keep it in place as his fingers worked the pencil in a frenzy. He looked focused, and so damn serious. He stopped writing to look at his textbook, reading over a page. He muttered to himself, clicked his tongue and sighed before he started to write once again.
It's how it was most nights when she came to visit Ichigo. He wasn't doing anything special, but she was mesmerized nonetheless. She took in his facial features, that always seemed intense even when he was relaxed. She looked at soft tufts of wild hair, smiling more because he was letting it grow out a bit. Her hand raised to touch the locks, but she lowered it back by her side. She cursed herself. It's not like she could touch him. Her hand would just go through him like a haunting spirit.
"Or a perverted one," she muttered, and crossed her arms. She felt her cheeks burn, and had to wonder why she felt so embarrassed all of the sudden. It's not like she was watching him undress or something.
Ichigo's cell phone rang and he dropped the pencil to pick it up. He looked at the id of said caller and sighed. Unable to fight her curiosity, she looked over his shoulder and saw it was Keigo. For a moment it looked like he was just going to ignore the call, but he flipped the phone open instead.
"What's up, Keigo?"
Rukia wasn't so nosy that she wanted to listen to the conversation, even one sided, so she wandered around his small bedroom. She looked at posters and stacks of cd's, read titles of manga he had on his bookshelf. He really was like any other teenager. Her eyes softened. He used to be so much more.
"Why do you always ask that?" Rukia heard him say, his annoyed tone peaking her interest. "I haven't seen her, and I can't see her if she were around."
"Ichigo," she said soft, but of course he couldn't hear her.
"Did you get dropped on your head a few times when you were a child?!......I'm sorry....Don't get upset.... Keigo." Ichigo sighed and closed the phone with a snap. "Sorry," he muttered and dropped the phone on the desk.
Rukia watched him rub his face with a tired sounding grumble. Homework was done for the night it seemed as he closed the book and put his papers away, all the while with a sour expression. She remembered that expression well. Ichigo hadn't changed much at all in the last few years, and she was happy for that much.
Ichigo looked toward his closet, and her heart fluttered. It was silly really, but she used to stay there in that cramped closet. Actually it had been a bit comfy. The first time he realized she had been sleeping in there still made her laugh. The way he had yelled and threw a fit.
He got up and went to the closet door and slid it open, kneeling down to pull a shoebox out that was hidden under a pile of folded blankets. The intrusive feeling she got didn't stop her from watching him. What would he be hiding in his closet? He sat with his legs crossed and pulled the lid off of his secret treasure.
Rukia gasped soft when she saw the drawing. It was one of hers, and there wasn't just one of them. He pulled out a stack of papers, some wrinkled. She recognized those as ones she had crumbled in a ball and tossed in the trash. He had actually taken them out and kept them, and she hadn't even realized. He had always told her that her drawings sucked, so why would he keep them?
Rukia's eyes burned with the threat of tears, and her chest ached when she saw him smile at one of her horribly drawn chappi bunnies. It hurt and made her so happy at the same time. She knelt down beside him and looked at the drawings with him, remembering each one. She laughed soft at a few of them. Her art technique hadn't changed very much over time. Her pictures still turned out like a child's drawings, but it never stopped her from trying to get better.
He flipped through and there was Kon, or what was supposed to be Kon. It was horrible. He looked like a stick figure with spikes coming out of his head. She laughed harder, eyes watering. The papers in Ichigo's hands fluttered when her breath blew across the pages.
Ichigo gasped soft and turned his head. Rukia's eyes widened. His face was a mere inch from hers, and she could feel his body heat like a light breeze over her skin. The simplest thing. Just her breath fluttering a paper seized his attention. He knew something was here with him.
"Rukia?" It was the lightest whisper. "Are you here?"
Rukia swallowed and parted her lips to reply, but he wouldn't hear. She couldn't make him hear. She thought a moment, looking into eyes that weren't seeing her. She blew soft against his cheek and he gasped again.
"Rukia." His eyes closed and he smiled soft.
"You feel me?" she whispered.
"Rukia," he said again, then his face went red, like a little boy that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He made a sound and fumbled with the drawings and put them in his shoebox, covering it with the lid as if he could all the sudden hide what she had already seen. "You must think I'm stupid," he whispered.
She didn't think that at all. She was touched in a way that was indescribable. No man had ever done something so sweet on her behalf. Even she had to admit her drawings were not wonderful, yet he kept them just to have memories of her. She looked at him, his face averted, head bowed down slightly. She wanted to tell him, but didn't know how. She blew against his ear to get his attention.
"Hey, that tickles." He turned his head back toward her. "I wish I could see you. I feel crazy, talking to thin air."
"You're not crazy."
"Dammit, is it really you there?"
"It is." She brought her hand up near his cheek, an imitation of a caress. She couldn't touch him, he couldn't see her. Now that he was aware of her presence, it made those facts harder to accept.
"I want to see you. Make me see you, Rukia."
"I can't." Her lip trembled.
"Rukia."
"I want to so much."
Ichigo shifted up onto his knees and faced her, hands out, his expression desperate. It was so unlike him, this lost aura he was sending. She recognized the pain in his eyes. He was suffering, and it wasn't just the inability to see her, it was the loss of being able to protect the ones he loved. It was tearing him apart inside. The loss of his power had changed him more than she had realized.
"I can't live like this anymore, Rukia. I hate this helpless feeling."
"Ichigo." She moved closer to him.
"I'll find a way. Whatever it takes, I'll get my power back."
Rukia looked at him and saw the determination. It was enough to make her believe he could find a way. Perhaps Urahara could do something to help. She frowned. She had already asked him, offhandedly a few times, and he was never forthcoming with any answers. For once, Urahara was just as lost as they were.
Ichigo moved closer, his chest coming towards her face. He was already taller than her, even when they were on their knees, but he had grown a few inches. Her body yearned to be held, and she moved forward to meet him. She could hear his heartbeat quicken. She closed her eyes as she melted into his body. The sensation it gave her sent heat to her nerve endings. Ichigo gasped.
"Rukia." He took a sharp breath. "I can feel you there." He shivered. "I can smell you." He took a deep breath.
"Ichigo.."
"Ah... I heard you." His voice was thick with emotion.
"Gods.... You can hear me?" She shivered, half her body inside his. It looked odd, but she didn't dare move.
"I can. How?"
"I'm...
"Inside me?"
She laughed and half sobbed. "That sounds dirty." She lifted her head up to see his face. He was blushing again, and it made her laugh more, tears running down her cheeks.
"It feels weird, but nice." He licked his lips, arm coming around like he was hugging himself, but she knew what he was doing and enjoyed the embrace as much as she could.
"Why haven't you done this before?" he asked.
"I didn't know. I mean, I thought that I would just move through you like any other human. They never notice."
"I may not have my power, but I'm not exactly a normal human."
"I know," she chuckled, feeling snug and warm where she sat embedded in his body. Now she was the one blushing like mad. "You kept all my drawings."
"Well, I..." He sighed. "Yeah, you saw yourself. It's all I have from....before. And my badge, but it's just a pointless symbol now. Not like I can use it."
"I know," she whispered.
His eyes softened. "I've missed you. I mean, I miss seeing everyone else too. Renji, Byakuya.."
"You miss seeing onii-sama?" She smirked.
"Shut up." He blushed again. They were both blushing too much, it was ridiculous.
She went silent.
"Keep talking to me."
"You just told me to shut up," she teased.
"I didn't mean.." He groaned.
"I know," she said. She bit down on her lip softly, eyes on his handsome face. She shifted a bit and moved up along his body. She gasped, the sensations more than pleasant.
"Ah.." Ichigo closed his eyes and swallowed. "That feels.."
"Good?"
"Yeah." He shivered.
"And this?" Her hand moved around, up through his back and to the back of his head.
"Mn.. Rukia, what are you doing?" He panted through parted lips.
"Moving through you," she gasped out, feeling the some amount of euphoria he was. She wasn't a virgin, and knew the pleasures of sex, but this was something she had never experienced. It's like their souls were connected. She moved her arms again, down back along and inside his body.
He was making the most wonderful sounds, his face an expression of tortured rapture. His skin was flushed, his eyes half closed, and his lips were open, gasping for breath. She was doing this to him. Such an empowering feeling to be making him feel this good.
"Don't stop," he begged, voice low and rushed.
She smiled, having a hard time controlling her own ragged breath. So good. It felt so incredibly good. She could easily lose herself like this, but something nagged at her self morality. She was having her way with a young man of seventeen years. A young man that was still a pure virgin. She whimpered.
"Rukia." He breathed her name like a prayer.
"I shouldn't be doing this."
"Don't say that." His breath caught when she shifted away. "Don't go."
She put her mouth against his ear, lips penetrating though him. "I have to stop. This isn't right."
He moaned. "Why are you teasing me like this?"
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to.."
**KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK** "Ichigo, you got company in there, son?!"
"For fuck sake. Dad, get lost!"
Rukia looked toward the door with regret, then back to Ichigo who looked thoroughly pissed now. If her own indecision hadn't stopped her, there was his father to make the decision for her. She wasn't foolish. Ichigo's father would easily be able to sense her presence in the house.
"That hurts. I'm just curious. I heard voices when I walked by."
"You mean you were eavesdropping at my door again!" Ichigo threw a sneaker and it bounce off the door with a loud thud.
"Son, don't throw things."
"Get away from my door!"
"Alright, alright. I'll go, Ichigo. I'm just so proud that you're becoming a man." He made a sobbing sound of pride as he walked away.
Ichigo glared at the door, mouth frowning deeply. "How can he be such a powerful shinigami, but be so idiotic as a father?"
Rukia couldn't help but giggle at the look on his face. His skin was still pink from their...activity, but the lust had changed to mild anger and annoyance. He turned his head back toward the sound of her laugh and pushed forward so her body slide back inside him more. She moaned, but backed away, using her hands and feet, but he was crawling to keep in contact with her.
"Ichigo, we can't."
He stopped, head bowed down. "Why?"
"This isn't the way it should be. It's just sensation, it's not..."
"I want you." He whispered it. "And this is the only way I can be close to you."
Unsure, she moved close enough to speak clearly to him. "This night is not the time." He looked up. He looked so hungry. It was nearly enough to make her give in, but she steeled herself.
"Then when will it be the right time?"
She swallowed. "I believe in you, Ichigo. I think you can get your powers back. You have enough determination that you can hear and....feel me."
"That doesn't answer my question." He pushed against her again, and hissed in disappointment when she moved further away. "Dammit."
"You haven't lost your stubborn streak at all," she said near his ear again, keeping the rest of her body clear of his touch. It was an inner battle to do so.
"Still not an answer."
"When you get your powers back. When that time comes, then you and I can meet again."
"....Alright." He sat back, albeit a unsettled acceptance.
She started to speak again, but the distant reiatsu of a hollow distracted her. It was the worst possible time for another one of those bastards to be making an appearance.
"Rukia?"
"I have to go. I feel a hollow nearby."
"Will you come back?"
"Not tonight."
"I see."
"Tomorrow night, if I can."
He smiled and it made her heart skip a beat. She moved in quickly and melded her lips against his in a ghostly kiss. It was all she could give him in parting. She pulled back by sheer will.
"Go take care of that hollow, shinigami," he said. "I can't take take it down for you this time." He smirked.
"Still cocky too," she said with a soft purr. She ran off before he could say anything else, flying through the wall and off into the night toward the screeching sound of the hollow. Her heart was lighter, and she felt her strength grow. It was hope that fueled her. Ichigo would get his powers back. She didn't just believe it, she knew. And when he did, she would be waiting for him.
END

AN: This the first story I have written that doesn't have actual sex in it. Wow, that's a big feat for me. Though I will most likely write a sequel that will have a very nice lemon. Also, I'm more of a fan of Ichi/Orihime, but I have no problem with him and Rukia being together. In fact I don't have any complaints about any pairings really. Anyway, hope you enjoyed my little drabble of fluff.
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