When the Moon Shines With the Sun

Get Well Soon! (Part One)

(Sick!Rukia)
~~Ichigo's P.O.V.~~
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Morning sun filtered in through the window of my room, lighting the scattered dust particles caught in the beam of light. Blinking open my eyes, I realized that the familiar warmth of Rukia was missing from my side. Propping myself up on one elbow, I saw Rukia sitting up about halfway down the bed, her petite form slouched.
"Oi, Rukia, what's up?" I asked, a hint of worry etching it's way into my voice.
Perking up, Rukia glanced back, "Oh, you're up! I..." She paused to clear her throat, "I'm fine."
She'd say that, but I could see that her face looked splotched, and her eyes were bright. Not the normal bright that made the deep amethyst almost lavender. No, not the bright I had fallen in love seeing everytime she got excited. This as too bright, it was feverishly bright, it didn't belong.
Just as I opened my mouth to comment on how obvious her lie was, a beep, loud and incessant, could be heard from the Soul Pager situated on my desk.

"Come on Carrot-Top, we've got a place to be." She interjected, I was honestly surprised at how hoarse her voice was, wondering how I hadn't noticed it before, as she stood up. Flipping up the screen, she scanned the orders and nodded, "15 minutes out, near the old warehouse."
Why does everything happen at that damned warehouse?
I thought as I stood up beside her. Yuzu had told us yesterday that the rest of the family would be out running errands the whole day (I was excused under the pretense of weekend schoolwork), so thankfully, the use of Soul Candy wasn't really necessary. (Seriously thank god I don't trust Kon.) Once we were both in our respective Shinigami forms, I followed Rukia out the window. I looked over as we ran through the streets, a bit surprised to see still looked like she hadn't slept in three days. I guess, it sort of made sense, wounds from the soul transfer to the current physical form, and vice versa, it wasn't impossible sickness did to. As we reached the old warehouse, the stiff breeze caused a high pitched whistle as it flowed past the sharp corners of the building. It only took a moment for the oh-so familiar high pitched roar of a Hollow. As our eyes followed the skyline to the source of the noise, I noticed a slight movement out of the corner of my eyes. Turning my head to get a better look, I saw that it was Rukia. Looking up at the roof, she was biting her lip, her small shoulders shook, and it took me a momenglt to realize she was trying to cover up the fact she was coughing.
Stubborn as they come. I thought affectionately.
"There." She breathed, pointing upwards. Following the path, there could just faintly the outline of a bright hollow mask. It was only about 400 meters away. With a nod we took off, following its desolate cries.
At this point, I realized Rukia was beginning to tire out already. I guess it was to be expected, if you're sick you tire out faster, everyone knows that. I just wasn't used to the idea of Rukia being tired out so quickly. Closing in on the Hollow, it was easy to see it was a smallfry, barely more than a slight spirit pressure. Going from the sides, it was a simple task for me to leap up and split it's mask while it was watching Rukia, who kept it distracted using multiple techniques. After we rejoined, I noticed, (there was no denying it now) that Rukia was definitely out of breath, she didn't look like she was doing good. Her shoulders shook as she worked to suppress another coughing fit.
Sighing, I looked over with a raised eyebrow, "Oi, Rukia, come over here."
"What? Let's just head back home."
Hearing her say that, it both caused a thrill of joy through my mind, along with a twinge of sadness. We could both call the same place home, but it wasn't really for her, and we both knew it, her home, where she belonged, was the Soul Society.
"Just, come over here." I repeated. Confused, she stepped closer, her head tilted slightly. Before I lost the courage to do so, I gently picked her up bridal style and began the jog back to my house.
"W-What are you doing idiot?"
"You're in no condition to run and I'm not going to let you."
"Ichigo I'm fine!"
And the run home comtinued like that, both of us bickering back and forth while failing to cover up the slight blush, and the affection behind each insult.