Holding on by a thread (Bleach X Reader)

Chapter Twenty

Kenpatchi waltzed around the seireitei carrying (y/n) bridal style. The alcohol indulged God couldn't help but feel the effects of the alcohol beginning to hit her. As she looked to the dark sky of the soul society, she gazed upon the glistening stars that looked down back at her. "This is such a beautiful place... I wouldn't mind spending the rest of days here" she drunkenly mumbled to herself, thinking that she had been unheard the surprise was definite when Kenpatchi replied "it does get pretty beautiful on clear sky's like this." (Y/n) shifted her blurred gaze from the stars to her protectors face to reveal that he was also looking up at the stars, I smile (and a little bit of drool if I may add) plastered the girls face as she went back to looking at the blissful night sky.

Time was seeming to extend for (y/n) as Kenpatchi had still not arrived to the destination. "Why is this place so big but everything looks the same" she said in her mind as she examined the walls that surrounded her. Having nothing much to look at, the god soon fell asleep letting out a soft and cute snore that not to long after caught kenpachi's attention. He did nothing but let out a smirk and continued to stride...

"Have you met the gods yet? Or at least seen them" a voice questioned in the near distance.
"Well no! But I can tell that it's going to be a rubbish god games anyway, I just have a feeling" another replied.
"Well I think your wrong! Rukia, you've never been right about anything soooo..." A man taunted. The bickering could be hear from a mile away but 'luckily' for kenpachi, he had a nice close up of encounter with the childish argument between the red headed boy and the girl named Rukia. Kenpachi clenched his grip on the precious god that lay in his arms, held his head high and proud and put on his intimidating face as he began to see the couple walking towards him.

It was as if the encounter went in slow motion or Time had stopped in the very moment they passed one another. "Renji...Do you see that?" Waiting for a response, the girl named Rukia stared at the frail God that was snuggled into the squad 11 captain. Even though the red head Renji didn't reply, he was looking in the same direction as Rukia... In fact he couldn't take his eyes from her. Her peaceful, sweet face drew Renji's mind and heart into curiosity like a playful kitten. "Who is that beautiful girl?" He wondered to himself gawking at the unknown person as Kenpatchi walked by. However Rukia had completely different emotions in comparison to her best friend Renji. When the giant man and the frail girl had finally walked past the pair, Renji couldn't refrain himself from turning around and walk backwards in hope of catching one of glimpse of what he thought was perfection.

Renji finally snapped from his foolish backwards walking as he tripped over his own clumsy foot and fell straight on to the floor. A small amount of fury took over him as this resulted to break his vision of the what he could see of the girl. He took his hand and placed it behind his neck in embarrassment, thinking that Rukia was about to say something to make him feel even worse but instead he was blessed with silence. Confused, he looked up at his friend to notice her in deep contemplation.

He quickly jumped to his feet, standing in front of Rukia and asked "hey? Are you okay Rukia?"
Rukia broke her thought to look at the red head but her only response was a slight smile.
"Tell me dummy! You know I don't like it when you think to much!" He jokingly yelled as he gave her a soft slap to the top of her head. "It's nothing Renji honestly... But I have a weird feeling that I kind of know her... Or atleast know if her" Rukia finally replied. Taking a slight pause, Renji laughed and assured her "you can't, I mean that's the first time I've saw her, how could you possibly know her?" Brushing rukia's intuition off, he continued to walked ahead... Leaving Rukia a couple of steps behind. She plodded a long behind her not-so helpful friend, clinging onto the feeling of the know-abouts of the mysterious sleeping beauty.