Last Day [IchiRuki]

Whatever You Wish

Rukongai's fields
Evening

Rukia was sitting with her chin on her knee, and her thoughts far away.

She would've spent hours in that position, but even though the wind stopped, branches started to make scratching noises.

She stood up carefully. It was war, but don't tell me Quincies were even here...

She stood with her hand an her sword. Ready to go, just like respected vice-captain should. Her brows furrowed, her face concentrated, her feet pressing hard against the floor.

- Oi, Rukia

Her eyes widened, her face softened, her body released.

- Ichigo? What are you doing here?

- Looking for you. First place that came to my mind.

- Oh... - she sighed thinking if she really was being that obvious?

- So what you're doing here? Kinda expected you at Kuchiki's or in Thirteen, but it was more than desolated... - Ichigo stepped forward making her blush away.

She felt like crying. Literally. She had no idea what crazy hormones worked here, but suddenly she felt so melancholic, she felt her throat clenching. Half - whispering she answered.

- I... I don't know what to do. It sounds like a disaster. Even if it'll end up well, at what costs? - she didn't know gulping could be so hard. Her voice trembled uncontrollably. She caught one of her elbows, hugging herself.

Ichigo didn't move. He'd touch her, he'd hold her, he'd help her... but something kept him freezed.

Meanwhile, Rukia shook her head out of thoughts. She glanced at miniature houses below. She noticed woman opening window, children stealing apples, old man chasing them...

- Ichigo, can I ask you something? - she mumbled releasing her arm, resting hands one on another.

- Hmm? - he answered surprised, awaken from daydreaming.

- Ichigo, promise me - he frowned concerned, wanting so much to make anything she wishes happen - you won't die before me.