Day 1 - Two Simple Words - IchiRuki
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tasogaretaichouTitle: Day 1 - Two Simple Words
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tasogaretaichou
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #3 - Jolt!
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, sadly.
So this would be the "first" one in the group of 30 fics that I am writing to detail IchiRuki's first 30 days as a couple. I'm not writing them in order, but when I get all of them done, I WILL put them that way and make sure to post up a nice big table-post with them all linked so you can actually read through them in order. ^__^
Light bit it's way into squinted eyes as he raised his palm slightly, the momentary removal of the appendage from it's prior resting place across his face allowing for the keen rays of midday sun to pry their way past eyelids to strike at brown eyes that he felt sure had not been designed for contact with that sort of brightness. Damned sunshine, why did it always have to mock him this way? Orange brows pulling away into a scowl as he squinted through his lashes, waiting for the stinging to fade as amber-coloured optics carefully adjusted themselves to the light's intrusion, Ichigo pushed himself up into a sitting position on the roof, legs folding, long arms draped across them with a sigh.
And that was yet another thing to curse the light for. Up until now, he'd been enjoying a rather pleasent snooze, the sort that served to drown out all the other things in his mind, other things that were more troublesome and difficult to deal with -- not that most things in life, at least as of late, hadn't proved to be troublesome -- along with those things that were just downright distressing. Like the Arrancar. Or Aizen. Or... how he was supposed to start studying for college entrance exams in a year or so if he spent all his free time hunting Hollows. Or.... how he'd kissed Rukia yesterday.
That particular gem of information sent his mind crashing to a halt as he visibly winced. Yeah... that was the one he'd been trying to avoid. Shit, well there was no chance of that NOW. Now that he'd managed to think about it again, his mind was going to just cling to it and refuse to let it go, worrying it like a dog on a bone. Not cool. Mentally he reminded himself to have a chat with that portion of his brain -- along with the one he never talked about, the one that persisted in dirty thoughts of Rukia and chocolate syrup and all sorts of other juicy things that he was always telling it were NOT juicy -- that such things were not allowed, and well outside the realm of things that he OUGHT to be thinking about. Or doing, for that matter!
With a groan, he unfolded his arms and just flopped back against the tiles, thanking whatever gods there were as the sun blissfully retreated behind one of the various puffy white clouds in the sky. He could get to like clouds. So that out of the way, now all he had to do was get his mind OFF of the subject of kissing Rukia.
Kissing Rukia... what the hell had possessed him to DO that in the first place anyway?! Sighing, -- since it was obvious his mind was winning this round -- he shook his head, covering up his eyes again. That had to have been one of the most collossally STUPID moves he could have made. And for what? So she could stare at him like he'd grown another head? The beeping of her soul pager going off had actually been a Godsend at that point, not only because it helped to defuse the awkwardness of the situation, but because it also saved his ass from what he assumed would have been a rather nasty beating once she'd gotten over the initial shock.
But as much as he was still reeling from the sheer weight of it -- he'd kissed RUKIA -- he couldn't silence that part of his brain -- which he was learning was larger than he'd thought -- that persisted in commenting about how it was far from unpleasent, how it was actually rather nice, and how it would have been nicer if she'd kissed him BACK, so he could have figured out if she really did taste as sweet as he'd always thought she- NO. BAD train of thought. Grinding a fist into his head, he growled at himself. That was NOT what he was supposed to be thinking about.
Sighing, he leaned his head back, forcing thoughts AWAY from the kiss itself, and more to the.... well, honestly, to the why of it. It wasn't like he'd blurted out some sort of corny, sappy confession or any of that cheesy crap like she read when she was supposed to be doing homework. Hell, that was why he'd kissed her in the first place. Or at least.... why the situation had presented itself. She'd been sitting on his bed, reading one of her dumb romance manga, and he was leaning with his back against the side of the bed, doing what they were supposed to be doing, and patently ignoring her. Until she'd started kicking his head and he'd started growling that whatever the hell she wanted to ask could wait until he finished his damn math problem. And then when she -- predictably -- hadn't stopped, he'd slammed his book closed and craned his neck back to snarl something scathing at her, only to stop dead to find that she'd shifted her position on the bed and was now laying on her stomach, head leaning off the edge so she could point at something in his math book, something she didn't recognize. Which meant.... that he'd turned right into her, their faces only an inch or two apart.
And that was where it had gotten complicated. Because his retort had died on his lips the moment he'd suddenly found those amethyst pools staring at him. Swallowing hard, he vaguely remembered thinking how he'd never realized quite how deep a violet they were, or how there were little flecks of blue and lavender in them here and there. Or how that one lock of hair that always fell in her face suddenly looked so soft, but not as soft as her lips, pulled as they were into a confused pout as her eyebrows raised, obviously confused as to what sort of drug he was on that he'd just spaced out.
Which he should have taken advantage of to stammer out something snarky about how she was lucky he hadn't bashed her in the forehead with his head, and to stay out of his personal space. And that was why it had made NO SENSE to him that through some mysterious turn of events and thoughts that he didn't even really remember, he'd found himself leaning up just enough to catch her lips with his own for a brief few seconds.
It had only BEEN a "brief few seconds" because that had been all it had taken for his eyes to snap open wide as he'd realized exactly what he was doing, and to slowly -- because he was trying to gauge how long he had before her fist hit him square in the face -- back up, swallowing and trying to look anywhere BUT at her. And the awkwardness had only persisted as she, rather then following her normal habits and re-introducing him to her fist, simply sat there in stunned silence. Which was why he'd had to thank the gods for the soul pager, that annoying beeping suddenly becoming the sweetest music he had ever heard in his life as it cut through the stifling silence, sending them back into business mode. Except... they hadn't really talked since then. Mostly because he'd been avoiding her, but that was really beside the point, wasn't it?
Leaning his head back with a soft clunk against the tiles, he heaved a sigh, closing his eyes and letting the warm sun -- ok, so maybe the sun wasn't SO bad -- play across his eyelids. Or... he did that until that rather nice warm feeling was suddenly blocked by what could only be a shadow. Slitting eyes opened, he cracked his head against the tiles in surprise at finding that same pair of violet eyes looming over him as he backpedaled with a yelp of surprise and a smattering of curses. NOT good. He still hadn't figured out how to deal with her, it was just very, VERY bad timing for her to suddenly just... appear like that. Sitting up, he directed a scowl her way as she raised an eyebrow with a slight chuckle.
"Ichigo, was that a girly-scream just then?"
Oh that just wasn't fair. First she confuses him, then she -- somehow, because she was female therefore it was her fault -- makes him kiss her and make an idiot of himself, then she makes him brood over it, and NOW she was mocking him about yelling when she startled him? Completely unfair. Glaring at her, he gave a humph, crossing arms over his chest.
"It was not." Another moment of silence, before brown eyes flickered up to meet hers before glancing away. "So... what do you want?"
Well that didn't go as well as he might have hoped, seeing as it netted him a punch to the top of his head as she stalked over and plopped down beside him, leaning back on her hands to look up at the cloud-pocked sky. They simply sat like that for a moment, in silence, until he was nearly ready to reach over and choke her, to demand that she just say something, not that he even cared what it was at this point, just that she did something to break the silence -- since he was her fault to begin with. But this time, at least there was one god on his side, as she sighed and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.
"This is nice, you know. Nice and peaceful for a change."
Ok, that was easy to deal with. Simple, uncomplicated. Pulling legs up and resting his elbows on his knees, he nodded, eyes still stubbornly directed away from her person. So this was the answer, it seemed. Ignore it, pretend it never happened, and just go on with things. That was good, right? So... if it was so good, then why did it somehow feel a bit hollow? Ignoring the feeling, he just let the light breeze ruffle his hair, hoping that she'd keep the conversation going. That way, at least, his brain wouldn't have to deal with trying to figure out why exactly what he should have wanted her to do didn't match up with... well, with what he wanted her to do.
Those thoughts went out the window as, in what he could have sworn was fate's way of laughing in his face, she bypassed such happy subjects as "the weather", "cars", "Hollow-stuff", or "stupid-girl trivia" and went straight to the more embarassing topics.
"So.... where do we stand now? After.... you know..."
Great. Just great. Was there some REASON why she couldn't just NOT broach that subject. Hell, at this point he'd have been willing to talk about Chappy, just to keep from thinking about.... yeah.. Clearing his throat to hide the momentary stammer as he tried to come up with something else to talk about, he managed to shrug his shoulders and spit out a "dunno". Not the most elegant of answers, and obviously not one that his pint-sized companion considered "satisfactory", seeing as how she reached over and clocked him in the head for it. With a scowl and swear, he rounded on her in outrage. "The hell was that for?!"
"Because you're giving a stupid answer!"
Obviously, that made sense to her. It had to have, seeing as how it made NO sense to him, and the things that he knew about girls and the way that they thought had assured him that whatever made sense to normal people didn't make sense to them, and vice versa. Leveling a glare at her, he made it a point to roll his eyes dramatically and act as offended as he possibly could. Maybe that would keep her from realizing that he was most certainly NOT comfortable with the way this conversation was heading. "You asked where we stand, how the hell should I know? If you want to know somethin' else, then ASK somethin' else."
He watched her fume for a moment, the way she gritted her teeth and clenched fists at her sides, even the way one foot raised slightly off of the ground as she stood up, in preparation to kick him. "Oh, I don't know. Let's start with why did you kiss me yesterday? And how about what the hell were you thinking? Or maybe what am I to you? Or how about why did you kiss me?"
It really wasn't helping matters that she was punctuating each question with a sharp blow of foot to shin, all but kicking him across the roof as she did so. No, that definitely wasn't helping. With a snarl and a yelp, he tried to backpedal, choosing instead -- when that failed, as he'd somehow expected it to -- to hook an ankle around one of hers and give it a yank. The goal, of course, was to send her sprawling for long enough that he could get away. That being the case, it was NOT a part of his goal to have her fall onto him, landing sprawled across him in yet another compromising position, face mere inches from his.
He froze, noting with at least some degree of satisfaction that she'd done the same -- good, at least he'd managed to shut her up for a moment. And stop the kicking -- but it was rather hard to gloat at the moment seeing as how he was too busy trying not to MOVE, much less do anything else. Which was the likely reason why his eyes widened impossibly as a small smile curved the corners of her mouth for just a moment before she leaned down, pressing lips against his in a soft kiss.
It wasn't like the last kiss, or at least that was what his mind tried to tell him -- even as it tried to wonder why he was now kissing her back, why his arms had somehow wrapped around her, holding her against him the way he currently was. It was strange, in a way, how just the barest touch of her mouth against his -- hell, any part of her against him really -- sent an electric shock through him, a jolt of feeling and emotion that he couldn't even really identify, couldn't figure out or even hope to understand.
Almost like a lightning bolt, but the impact didn't hit only his body -- though the tingling made him wonder a bit -- no, it was as if it shot straight to his very soul, shaking everything to the core as he tightened his grip on her, hesitantly deepening the kiss slightly, mind disengaging itself rather easily from logical things such as the frantic assertions that he most certainly was NOT enjoying this, and that he could stop anytime. Both blatent lies, but who was going to tell?
The moment ended nearly as quickly as it had begun, though his aching lungs bore silent witness to the contrary, and he was left staring up at her, brown eyes confused in a face that was rapidly turning the colour of the trim on her dress. Which was to say, a rather rich shade of crimson. Her black eyebrows quirked, drawing together slightly, and oh god, did he actually flinch when she leaned down -- it wasn't his fault, it was the reflexes, really! -- and pressed her forehead against his with a sigh, closing her eyes and just... staying there.
"I love you..."
And there was yet another jolt, but this one wasn't quite as pleasent. It wasn't bad, per se, but... definitely a bit more unexpected. Ichigo's mouth opened for a moment, and there was a period where he probably looked a good deal like a stranded fish. That.... what the hell did he SAY to that? Obviously, the normal thing would be "I love you too", or some other derivative of that, but he just.... it wasn't that he didn't necessarily feel the same way. He wasn't dumb, and as much as he tried not to think about it, he could grudgingly admit that yeah, he probably felt the same. But actually saying it.... well, that was something different.
Shaking his head slightly, he tried to make his mouth work again, to say something -- because God knew she'd DEFINITELY beat his ass if he didn't say ANYTHING -- only to be cut off by the press of her finger against his lips as she shook her head. That... didn't make sense, he was sure there had to be some sort of trick going on here. Unless she was trying to tell him to just give up now because she knew he'd say something stupid and she didn't feel like beating him right now. THAT actually made even less sense, as he couldn't really remember a time when Rukia hadn't wanted to beat him... And yet here she was, shaking her head slightly and even leaning down to press lips to his again.
"I know."
A simple sentance -- hell, it wasn't even really a sentance in itself, just a fragment of thought -- but it seemed to somehow carry so much more weight than two words really had a right to hold. Maybe it was the way she said it, or the look in her eyes that somehow told him that she knew, she knew how he felt, and above even that, she knew that even though he might feel it... actually saying it was something that would have to come with time. And she could wait for that.
Author/Artist:
tasogaretaichouPairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Rukia
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #3 - Jolt!
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, sadly.
So this would be the "first" one in the group of 30 fics that I am writing to detail IchiRuki's first 30 days as a couple. I'm not writing them in order, but when I get all of them done, I WILL put them that way and make sure to post up a nice big table-post with them all linked so you can actually read through them in order. ^__^
Light bit it's way into squinted eyes as he raised his palm slightly, the momentary removal of the appendage from it's prior resting place across his face allowing for the keen rays of midday sun to pry their way past eyelids to strike at brown eyes that he felt sure had not been designed for contact with that sort of brightness. Damned sunshine, why did it always have to mock him this way? Orange brows pulling away into a scowl as he squinted through his lashes, waiting for the stinging to fade as amber-coloured optics carefully adjusted themselves to the light's intrusion, Ichigo pushed himself up into a sitting position on the roof, legs folding, long arms draped across them with a sigh.
And that was yet another thing to curse the light for. Up until now, he'd been enjoying a rather pleasent snooze, the sort that served to drown out all the other things in his mind, other things that were more troublesome and difficult to deal with -- not that most things in life, at least as of late, hadn't proved to be troublesome -- along with those things that were just downright distressing. Like the Arrancar. Or Aizen. Or... how he was supposed to start studying for college entrance exams in a year or so if he spent all his free time hunting Hollows. Or.... how he'd kissed Rukia yesterday.
That particular gem of information sent his mind crashing to a halt as he visibly winced. Yeah... that was the one he'd been trying to avoid. Shit, well there was no chance of that NOW. Now that he'd managed to think about it again, his mind was going to just cling to it and refuse to let it go, worrying it like a dog on a bone. Not cool. Mentally he reminded himself to have a chat with that portion of his brain -- along with the one he never talked about, the one that persisted in dirty thoughts of Rukia and chocolate syrup and all sorts of other juicy things that he was always telling it were NOT juicy -- that such things were not allowed, and well outside the realm of things that he OUGHT to be thinking about. Or doing, for that matter!
With a groan, he unfolded his arms and just flopped back against the tiles, thanking whatever gods there were as the sun blissfully retreated behind one of the various puffy white clouds in the sky. He could get to like clouds. So that out of the way, now all he had to do was get his mind OFF of the subject of kissing Rukia.
Kissing Rukia... what the hell had possessed him to DO that in the first place anyway?! Sighing, -- since it was obvious his mind was winning this round -- he shook his head, covering up his eyes again. That had to have been one of the most collossally STUPID moves he could have made. And for what? So she could stare at him like he'd grown another head? The beeping of her soul pager going off had actually been a Godsend at that point, not only because it helped to defuse the awkwardness of the situation, but because it also saved his ass from what he assumed would have been a rather nasty beating once she'd gotten over the initial shock.
But as much as he was still reeling from the sheer weight of it -- he'd kissed RUKIA -- he couldn't silence that part of his brain -- which he was learning was larger than he'd thought -- that persisted in commenting about how it was far from unpleasent, how it was actually rather nice, and how it would have been nicer if she'd kissed him BACK, so he could have figured out if she really did taste as sweet as he'd always thought she- NO. BAD train of thought. Grinding a fist into his head, he growled at himself. That was NOT what he was supposed to be thinking about.
Sighing, he leaned his head back, forcing thoughts AWAY from the kiss itself, and more to the.... well, honestly, to the why of it. It wasn't like he'd blurted out some sort of corny, sappy confession or any of that cheesy crap like she read when she was supposed to be doing homework. Hell, that was why he'd kissed her in the first place. Or at least.... why the situation had presented itself. She'd been sitting on his bed, reading one of her dumb romance manga, and he was leaning with his back against the side of the bed, doing what they were supposed to be doing, and patently ignoring her. Until she'd started kicking his head and he'd started growling that whatever the hell she wanted to ask could wait until he finished his damn math problem. And then when she -- predictably -- hadn't stopped, he'd slammed his book closed and craned his neck back to snarl something scathing at her, only to stop dead to find that she'd shifted her position on the bed and was now laying on her stomach, head leaning off the edge so she could point at something in his math book, something she didn't recognize. Which meant.... that he'd turned right into her, their faces only an inch or two apart.
And that was where it had gotten complicated. Because his retort had died on his lips the moment he'd suddenly found those amethyst pools staring at him. Swallowing hard, he vaguely remembered thinking how he'd never realized quite how deep a violet they were, or how there were little flecks of blue and lavender in them here and there. Or how that one lock of hair that always fell in her face suddenly looked so soft, but not as soft as her lips, pulled as they were into a confused pout as her eyebrows raised, obviously confused as to what sort of drug he was on that he'd just spaced out.
Which he should have taken advantage of to stammer out something snarky about how she was lucky he hadn't bashed her in the forehead with his head, and to stay out of his personal space. And that was why it had made NO SENSE to him that through some mysterious turn of events and thoughts that he didn't even really remember, he'd found himself leaning up just enough to catch her lips with his own for a brief few seconds.
It had only BEEN a "brief few seconds" because that had been all it had taken for his eyes to snap open wide as he'd realized exactly what he was doing, and to slowly -- because he was trying to gauge how long he had before her fist hit him square in the face -- back up, swallowing and trying to look anywhere BUT at her. And the awkwardness had only persisted as she, rather then following her normal habits and re-introducing him to her fist, simply sat there in stunned silence. Which was why he'd had to thank the gods for the soul pager, that annoying beeping suddenly becoming the sweetest music he had ever heard in his life as it cut through the stifling silence, sending them back into business mode. Except... they hadn't really talked since then. Mostly because he'd been avoiding her, but that was really beside the point, wasn't it?
Leaning his head back with a soft clunk against the tiles, he heaved a sigh, closing his eyes and letting the warm sun -- ok, so maybe the sun wasn't SO bad -- play across his eyelids. Or... he did that until that rather nice warm feeling was suddenly blocked by what could only be a shadow. Slitting eyes opened, he cracked his head against the tiles in surprise at finding that same pair of violet eyes looming over him as he backpedaled with a yelp of surprise and a smattering of curses. NOT good. He still hadn't figured out how to deal with her, it was just very, VERY bad timing for her to suddenly just... appear like that. Sitting up, he directed a scowl her way as she raised an eyebrow with a slight chuckle.
"Ichigo, was that a girly-scream just then?"
Oh that just wasn't fair. First she confuses him, then she -- somehow, because she was female therefore it was her fault -- makes him kiss her and make an idiot of himself, then she makes him brood over it, and NOW she was mocking him about yelling when she startled him? Completely unfair. Glaring at her, he gave a humph, crossing arms over his chest.
"It was not." Another moment of silence, before brown eyes flickered up to meet hers before glancing away. "So... what do you want?"
Well that didn't go as well as he might have hoped, seeing as it netted him a punch to the top of his head as she stalked over and plopped down beside him, leaning back on her hands to look up at the cloud-pocked sky. They simply sat like that for a moment, in silence, until he was nearly ready to reach over and choke her, to demand that she just say something, not that he even cared what it was at this point, just that she did something to break the silence -- since he was her fault to begin with. But this time, at least there was one god on his side, as she sighed and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.
"This is nice, you know. Nice and peaceful for a change."
Ok, that was easy to deal with. Simple, uncomplicated. Pulling legs up and resting his elbows on his knees, he nodded, eyes still stubbornly directed away from her person. So this was the answer, it seemed. Ignore it, pretend it never happened, and just go on with things. That was good, right? So... if it was so good, then why did it somehow feel a bit hollow? Ignoring the feeling, he just let the light breeze ruffle his hair, hoping that she'd keep the conversation going. That way, at least, his brain wouldn't have to deal with trying to figure out why exactly what he should have wanted her to do didn't match up with... well, with what he wanted her to do.
Those thoughts went out the window as, in what he could have sworn was fate's way of laughing in his face, she bypassed such happy subjects as "the weather", "cars", "Hollow-stuff", or "stupid-girl trivia" and went straight to the more embarassing topics.
"So.... where do we stand now? After.... you know..."
Great. Just great. Was there some REASON why she couldn't just NOT broach that subject. Hell, at this point he'd have been willing to talk about Chappy, just to keep from thinking about.... yeah.. Clearing his throat to hide the momentary stammer as he tried to come up with something else to talk about, he managed to shrug his shoulders and spit out a "dunno". Not the most elegant of answers, and obviously not one that his pint-sized companion considered "satisfactory", seeing as how she reached over and clocked him in the head for it. With a scowl and swear, he rounded on her in outrage. "The hell was that for?!"
"Because you're giving a stupid answer!"
Obviously, that made sense to her. It had to have, seeing as how it made NO sense to him, and the things that he knew about girls and the way that they thought had assured him that whatever made sense to normal people didn't make sense to them, and vice versa. Leveling a glare at her, he made it a point to roll his eyes dramatically and act as offended as he possibly could. Maybe that would keep her from realizing that he was most certainly NOT comfortable with the way this conversation was heading. "You asked where we stand, how the hell should I know? If you want to know somethin' else, then ASK somethin' else."
He watched her fume for a moment, the way she gritted her teeth and clenched fists at her sides, even the way one foot raised slightly off of the ground as she stood up, in preparation to kick him. "Oh, I don't know. Let's start with why did you kiss me yesterday? And how about what the hell were you thinking? Or maybe what am I to you? Or how about why did you kiss me?"
It really wasn't helping matters that she was punctuating each question with a sharp blow of foot to shin, all but kicking him across the roof as she did so. No, that definitely wasn't helping. With a snarl and a yelp, he tried to backpedal, choosing instead -- when that failed, as he'd somehow expected it to -- to hook an ankle around one of hers and give it a yank. The goal, of course, was to send her sprawling for long enough that he could get away. That being the case, it was NOT a part of his goal to have her fall onto him, landing sprawled across him in yet another compromising position, face mere inches from his.
He froze, noting with at least some degree of satisfaction that she'd done the same -- good, at least he'd managed to shut her up for a moment. And stop the kicking -- but it was rather hard to gloat at the moment seeing as how he was too busy trying not to MOVE, much less do anything else. Which was the likely reason why his eyes widened impossibly as a small smile curved the corners of her mouth for just a moment before she leaned down, pressing lips against his in a soft kiss.
It wasn't like the last kiss, or at least that was what his mind tried to tell him -- even as it tried to wonder why he was now kissing her back, why his arms had somehow wrapped around her, holding her against him the way he currently was. It was strange, in a way, how just the barest touch of her mouth against his -- hell, any part of her against him really -- sent an electric shock through him, a jolt of feeling and emotion that he couldn't even really identify, couldn't figure out or even hope to understand.
Almost like a lightning bolt, but the impact didn't hit only his body -- though the tingling made him wonder a bit -- no, it was as if it shot straight to his very soul, shaking everything to the core as he tightened his grip on her, hesitantly deepening the kiss slightly, mind disengaging itself rather easily from logical things such as the frantic assertions that he most certainly was NOT enjoying this, and that he could stop anytime. Both blatent lies, but who was going to tell?
The moment ended nearly as quickly as it had begun, though his aching lungs bore silent witness to the contrary, and he was left staring up at her, brown eyes confused in a face that was rapidly turning the colour of the trim on her dress. Which was to say, a rather rich shade of crimson. Her black eyebrows quirked, drawing together slightly, and oh god, did he actually flinch when she leaned down -- it wasn't his fault, it was the reflexes, really! -- and pressed her forehead against his with a sigh, closing her eyes and just... staying there.
"I love you..."
And there was yet another jolt, but this one wasn't quite as pleasent. It wasn't bad, per se, but... definitely a bit more unexpected. Ichigo's mouth opened for a moment, and there was a period where he probably looked a good deal like a stranded fish. That.... what the hell did he SAY to that? Obviously, the normal thing would be "I love you too", or some other derivative of that, but he just.... it wasn't that he didn't necessarily feel the same way. He wasn't dumb, and as much as he tried not to think about it, he could grudgingly admit that yeah, he probably felt the same. But actually saying it.... well, that was something different.
Shaking his head slightly, he tried to make his mouth work again, to say something -- because God knew she'd DEFINITELY beat his ass if he didn't say ANYTHING -- only to be cut off by the press of her finger against his lips as she shook her head. That... didn't make sense, he was sure there had to be some sort of trick going on here. Unless she was trying to tell him to just give up now because she knew he'd say something stupid and she didn't feel like beating him right now. THAT actually made even less sense, as he couldn't really remember a time when Rukia hadn't wanted to beat him... And yet here she was, shaking her head slightly and even leaning down to press lips to his again.
"I know."
A simple sentance -- hell, it wasn't even really a sentance in itself, just a fragment of thought -- but it seemed to somehow carry so much more weight than two words really had a right to hold. Maybe it was the way she said it, or the look in her eyes that somehow told him that she knew, she knew how he felt, and above even that, she knew that even though he might feel it... actually saying it was something that would have to come with time. And she could wait for that.
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