[Bleach | Ichigo/Rukia, PG] Rain On Me

[Leia Avenrose]

<center>Disclaimer: I don?t own Bleach. I don?t own the characters; they belong strictly to Tite Kubo. And the title and lyrics used are from Kane, the song being Rain on Me.
Dedication: To mellie


Rain on Me
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: PG
Notes: Sequel to Memories In the Rain


I?ve been running through this town,
I?ve been combing every street;
I?ve been searching for the reason with reasons,
Been searching for the higher ground in me;
And I?ve been trying to surrender,
To trust in every word;
All my days of misery,
Someone could have taken them from me

I?ve been searching for myself,
For oh-so many times;
I?ve been searching for the answer within answers,
But no one seems to know what?s on my mind;
Craving for her love,
Acing for her touch;
All my days of misery,
Someone could have taken them from me

So tell me where you are,
Tell me how you feel;
Tell me what you need,
Just tell me how you feel;
And let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain on me ?

Rain down on me </center>



Kurosaki Ichigo paused before the door. He looked back over his shoulder; he had been doing that a lot for the past twelve weeks now whenever he left his room, still feeling the same dread twist his stomach each time. She smiled out at him from behind the glass, her eyes bright yet mysterious. Dried, withered petals lay around the clear vase. At the sight of this, he turned completely and walked back to the desk. He dropped to his hunches, resting his arms on the top and pressed his mouth against the inside of his wrists as he stared at the picture from over his arms.

?You were so real,? he murmured to it. ?We touched. You said my name; I heard you, and I still remember you; I still remember what you said to me...?

But ? do you remember me, he wanted to ask, but felt that it would be a betrayal to her if he did.

Ichigo reached out, stroked a finger over the hair hanging down between dark brows, and then traced out the smile. ?I meant it, every word; I wish you would?ve believed me.? He looked to the flower, stared blankly at it. It was dropping over the edge of the vase, the water all evaporated and crusted in grimy brown patches against the inside of the glass.

?You shouldn?t have played the hero, Rukia.? He began to feel the all too familiar burn in his eyes and brought them back to the picture. ?I could?ve protected you; why didn?t you let me? What were you so afraid of??

Everyday he asked the picture the same questions, over and over. And he knew that he would never get a reply.

?You?ll never get anywhere doing things that way, I hope you know that, Kurosaki Ichigo,? she said, smiling faintly at him. He stood there, head tilted, simply staring at her.

?Well how else did you expect me to do it,? he retorted, pursing his lips.

Kuchiki Rukia chuckled under her breath. ?You really are incompetent.? She shook her head, ebony locks falling into her eyes, and she brushed them aside before planting her fists on her hips.

Ichigo closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. Too late; down his left cheek, a warm trail formed. His shoulders fell, then heaved, and he brought a hand to his face, covering his eyes and nose. He wept brokenly behind his hand, his forehead pressed into the edge of his desk. Kon was no longer there; by now he would?ve tugged on Ichigo?s pant leg, demanding that he stop and cheer up, then call him an idiot and start crying himself.

Ichigo made a fist with his hand and punched it into the side of the desk, his shoulders still shaking.

The vase wobbled dangerously, but straightened itself.

?Stop, please,? she said frantically, awkwardly patting the back of his head. His arms were wrapped around her, almost twice because her frame was so petite and his was so broad and built. ?I?m all right, please ? please, stop worrying??

Ichigo kept his face pressed into her shoulder. ?Are you sure you?re all right,? he murmured against the cloth of her summer dress. He could smell her, the open fields, the fruit and flowers; it was all her, all he had come to know since he met her that fateful night she hopped into his room, looking like a beautiful death itself beneath the glow of the moon.

?I?m fine,? she reassured him, now stroking her fingers through his hair. ?It missed; it didn?t hit me. Please, enough worrying, Ichigo.?

She had been quite shocked by the sight of his hair when she had had her first encounter with him, never mind the astonishment of him having been able to physically see her. His hair made him easy to spot, and it also relaxed her, along with his voice and the way he spoke her name. Rukia absently studied the thick strands of orange hair caught between her fingers, watched how the sun turned the natural highlights a golden auburn and smiled to herself.

?You really do have pretty hair, you know that,? she carelessly commented, more to herself then to him, but the thought had been said out loud. Ichigo froze, face still pressed into her shoulder. Slowly he pulled back to look at her.

?What is that supposed to mean, damnit.? He pressed his lips together tightly, glaring at her.

Rukia waved a hand, grinning. ?Oh, stop being such a ninny, Ichigo.?

She squeezed her legs together, trying to appear threatening, but obviously that failed as he kept one arm wrapped around her waist and reached to his sides to unwrap her legs. Rukia shrieked, eyes widening. Effortlessly he had her slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes in a matter of seconds, his hand placed possessively on her derriere.

?Ichigo,? she stammered, trying to kick at him, but he had his hand wrapped around her ankles. ?Oohhh, damn you, Ichigo! Just what do you think you?re doing? Put me down?now!?

Ichigo didn?t answer; he began to head towards home.

Rukia started to pound on his back, squirming to get off his shoulder. She could feel the muscles bunch beneath her stomach as he kept her still. She hissed like a cat, reaching to tug on his hair, but his words stopped her dead.

?This 'ninny' is going to take you home, put you in his bed, and then the 'ninny' is going to show you that he is really not a 'ninny'.?

There was hesitance before she spoke. ?Is that so??

?Mmhm.?

?And how long does this ? ninny expect to hold out in his plans?? She twisted her body slightly, leaning up and traced her fingernail along the back of his ear and around to the front of the outer shell. Rukia felt his fingers flex instinctively on her rear, but they pulled away and before she could speak some more, he cracked her one ? a hard one at that ? on the right side.

Rukia gasped out in surprise. Ichigo smirked.

?Are you calmed down now??

?Me?? Rukia screeched, still rubbing her backside. ?That hurt!?

?You deserved it!?

?Hmph.?

Ichigo scowled, and grabbed her hand off her rear, cracking her another hard one. Rukia gasped again, smacking him in the back of his head, then gave his hair a sharp jerk. That resulted in him swearing obscenely, and her finding herself sitting on his hip.

?Well, ninny,? she said, looking at him, her arm around his shoulders, her legs draped down both front and back of his hips. The image was interesting; she was so petite compared to him, and yet she fit against him wonderfully, the picture was like that of how a mother held a child sitting on their hip.

Ichigo tightened his arm around her waist, hugging her close, his forearm under her as a seat substitute, while he kept his other hand wrapped gently around the outside of her thigh under her skirts, again ? in a possessive fashion. Rukia snuggled into him, smiling, and settled for replacing her arm around behind him so that her fingers clutched at the back of his shirt, her other hand resting protectively on the forearm that disappeared into her skirt.

Ichigo rubbed at his eyes wearily, pulling away from the desk. He sat back on the ground, absently stretching out his legs, and hung his head. How long was he going to go on this way?

[Kuroi Ruy]

Yup, yup u are the mistres of angst! Please write mooore! So loved this! *Swoons* This time somethin fluffy and smutty! XD *Big Puppy Eyes*