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Rukia stood before the small window in Momo’s apartment, her arms wrapped around her chest. The day was passing by quickly, as if it was also desperate to get this over with. And although there was so much to think about, only one name and one face kept popping up in her mind, making her wonder where he was and what he was doing. She was aware that they probably would never see each other again after this, and the thought caused the back of her eyes to itch and a knot to form in her throat
“I’m so sorry Ichigo”-she whispered into the window, her cold breath fogging it slightly. The door to the apartment opened suddenly and Momo came in carrying several grocery bags. She slammed the door shut with her feet and placed the bags on the table
“I got some stuff Rukia- not much but, enough for tonight. You wanna eat something?”-
“I’m not hungry”-she replied from the window. Momo shook her head and pulled out a frying pan, setting it on her small electric stove
“You have to eat; otherwise you won’t have enough strength. I know you didn’t get any sleep so you must be exhausted”-Momo commented from the small kitchen as she scrambled some eggs and did toast. Rukia sighed
“How did you do it?”-she asked suddenly. Momo turned
“Do what?”-
“Get out. Just leave the Institute. How did you do it?”-She turned her face over her shoulders. Momo stopped scrambling the eggs and turned to her friend
“I just did”-she answered simply and returned to her cooking. Rukia turned once again to the window, the moon now making it’s appearance over the azure skies
“I want out. As soon as all of this is over, I want out”-
“That’s good. But you know it never stops right?”- Rukia turned completely, now facing her friend’s busy back
“What do you mean?”-
“I mean, you can leave the Institute and all but, that doesn’t mean you’re not a hitter anymore. It’s part of you now, it’s who you are.”-
Rukia frowned at her words. That couldn’t be right, there had to be a way out, all the way out. She was tired and ready to move on. This couldn’t be the story of her life.
She turned once again to the window, her mind wandering over the possibilities of maybe one day, being able to see him again, and tell him the truth.
Ururu and Jinta watched worriedly through a crack on the door how their captain had locked the orange-head kid’s arm behind his back and had slammed his face against the wall. They had to admit, the kid had balls, to come in here and throw a punch at their captain thinking he wasn’t going to dodge it. Urahara might be getting old, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting slow
“Get the fuck off me”-Ichigo’s angry voice came muffled as his lips were squashed against the wall. Urahara simply smiled under that sinister hat of his
“Well Kurosaki-san, you sure know how to make an entrance. Did you really think you could come here and maybe punch information out of me?”-
“Let go of me”-Ichigo tried struggling, but that just sent a sharp pain across his arm, causing him to groan and Urahara to tighten his grip
“I’m sorry I couldn’t quite catch that. What’d you said now?”-he asked innocently. Ichigo heard sniggering somewhere
“I said, let go of me…please”-he said louder
“Oh, ok”-Urahara let go of his arm and Ichigo fell on all fours panting heavily. He stood up and massaged his shoulder. Damn, this old man sure was strong. He saw the sandal-wearing man walk towards a sliding door
“Ururu, would you mind bringing us some tea? Make sure it’s the strong type”-
“Yes sir”-the raven-haired girl bowed, leaving immediately to the kitchen. Jinta was peering under Urahara’s arm to look at the teenage freak
“You might want to accompany her Jinta”-
“Y, yes sir”-Jinta jumped and ran after Ururu. Urahara adjusted his hat and went back to the room, sitting on a couch
“Why don’t you take a seat Kurosaki-san?”-
“I rather stand”-Ichigo spat out, still massaging his sore shoulder. Urahara sighed
“Suit yourself. I assume you’re here for Rukia right?”-No point in beating around the bushes now.
“Yes. I want to know everything, the whole truth, and spare me the bullshit alright, because I already know she works for you”- Urahara raised an eyebrow
“And how would you know that?”-
“I have a folder with her information on it and your name was there to. I know she became a hitter at the age of 13”-Ichigo was now pacing the room, his breath hitching and agitated.
“Yes, that is true, I’m afraid”-
Ichigo stopped his frantic pacing for a second to look at the man before him, surprised by his tone.
“But why?”- He asked, not close to understanding why anyone would subject themselves to killing people for money. Urahara took a deep breath
“The reasons why can only be disclosed to you by her, since it’s personal. I can tell you though that she was not forced to be here. It was her decision to be here and it has been her decision to stay”-
“It was her decision to be here? Her decision to…do all the things she’s done?”-he was starting to feel slightly ill. This couldn’t be true, not his Rukia. Urahara raised his eyes to meet his, a stoic look on his face
“What exactly has Rukia done, Kurosaki-san? I would advise you against judging her, it is not your place to do so”-his tone was low and clear, his blue eyes steady against Ichigo’s ambers. Said orange-head’s scowl deepened
“Judge her? I’m just trying to understand why would she do this and why…why she never told me”-his eyes traveled to the wooden floors, his mind on her. Urahara narrowed his eyes under his hat
“Do you really think that would’ve been such a good idea? You think you would’ve related to someone like her if you knew what she did? Besides, for Rukia, her friends were her escape, her oasis”-
“I could’ve talked her out of it! I could’ve helped her stop”-Ichigo said, his frustration growing. Rukia was out there, risking her life and he was here, far from her
“Maybe. Or maybe she just would’ve pushed you away. There are things that you can’t change, and I suggest you stop blaming yourself, seeing as this has nothing to do with you”-Urahara intertwined his fingers, his eyes staring coolly at Ichigo, who decided to take a seat before the blonde man.
“Where is she right now?”-Ichigo said after a few minutes of meditative silence. Urahara sighed dramatically and pouted
“I wish I knew Kurosaki-san, but Rukia-chan hasn’t been very communicative lately. Actually, I haven’t seen her in the past few days”-
“What do you mean you don’t know where she’s at? How am I supposed to find her?”-
“Find her? Well I wasn’t aware of your intentions. Tell me, if you do find her, what are you planning to do?”-The man before Ichigo had an amused look in his face. Ichigo scowled
“I’m going to save her. I’m going to bring her back”-he stated, getting to his feet. Urahara’s blue eyes followed him to the door, where he stopped and looked back
“Rukia was the one who killed that man over at the city right?”-
“Yes”-
“And she goes under the name of Naomi Nakamura?”-
“Yes”- Ichigo took a deep breath and slid open the door, finding the small girl staring up at him carrying a tray with two cups of steaming tea
“You know Kurosaki-san, I may not know where she is going, but I might have a slight idea as to where she is”-
Urahara grinned at the orange-haired boy before him, who was now looking at him with a small glint of hope in his eyes
“Institutes like mine don’t only have hitters, we also have spies”-
With an unfazed expression, Rukia’s violet eyes scanned the small wooden table before her. It was littered with all types of guns and explosives. She then glanced at the files on the table, the ones Aizen Souseke had given her mingled with the ones her brother gave her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes softly. It seemed like so long ago when she first pulled the trigger of a gun. The first time she saw blood spilling slowly on the pavement. It had to stop, all of this.
Tonight…tonight, it will end. Whether it’s with his life or mine.
Her eyes snapped open once she heard the door to the apartment open and close with a loud snap. She straightened up on her chair and stifled a yawn as Shuhei walked in
“Hey, you ready?”-Shuhei asked. Rukia stood up and stretched, nodding
“Where’s Momo?”- Rukia asked, looking around. As soon as she said the words, the small brunette came crashing into the apartment. Her face was covered in sweat and her brown eyes were wide. She was panting hard and her eyes seemed unfocused
“Momo what the hell is wrong with you?”-Shuhei asked, walking over to the small girl. Momo looked at him as if she had just realized he was standing there. Her eyes then locked with Rukia’s, and the raven-haired hitter knew something was very wrong
“Aizen…Aizen is dead”-Momo said in a whisper. The room fell silent for what seemed like an eternity. Shuhei was looking at her as if she had just mentioned his mother. Rukia walked slowly over to Momo, kneeling next to her, since the nervous brunette had slid to the floor.
“Momo, are you sure? What happened?”-Rukia put a hand on the girls shoulder, trying to calm her down. Momo gulped and took a deep breath, steadying herself.
“I…was walking over here when, when a hooded guy came over and pushed me into an alley. He whispered to me that Aizen was killed and…and he told me to hide because the people who were against him were going to be after me”-she finished with a strangled whimper. Rukia and Shuhei exchanged glances, and then pushed Momo up to sit her at the table.
“Whose after you Momo?”-Shuhei asked in a low voice.
“I…I’ve taken care of a lot of people for Aizen-sama after the death of Ichimaru Gin”-she answered in a small voice.
Rukia walked towards the window she had been staring at almost the entire afternoon. Aizen was dead. This definitely threw a wrench on her plans. The death of one of the most prominent mob bosses in Japan was most definitely considered a wrench. She sighed heavily. It had been so close yet she would have to wait. Again.
“Rukia”- Momo called out to her softly. Rukia turned to see the girl holding what seemed like a letter in her hands. She frowned
“It’s from Aizen-sama, he left it for me”-she said, as if answering an unspoken question. She opened the letter and stood straight
“He says that he knew he was going to get killed. He says he knew who was after him, way before they killed Ichimaru-san. And he says, he says to not let his death hinder your plans, for your actions won’t only affect your future, but many other people as well.”-she said, her eyes focusing on the small paper. Rukia narrowed her eyes. That was all the encouragement she needed
“Let’s go”-she said, dashing out through the door. Shuhei and Momo soon followed
If Ichigo had to mention the name of someone who was hopelessly vague, the first name that would come to his head would be his fathers, but after leaving Urahara’s shop, he decided that the sandal-hat man was giving his father a run for his money
“My spy will be waiting for you on the steps of the building where I assume Rukia must be. Don’t attempt doing anything without the spy”-the blonde man said. Ichigo scowled
“How do I recognize this person?”-
“Oh believe me; you’ll recognize the person very easily”-
“Fucking clown”-Ichigo muttered darkly as he almost jogged into a darker side of Karakura. The buildings were half made and the paint was chipping at the sides. He lifted the piece of paper were he wrote address down, and looked around, his eyes scanning for the buildings numbers
“31, 32, 33…aha! There it is”-He exclaimed once his eyes fell on the barge number 34 painted over the entrance of the building. He was about to jump all the stairs and bolt in when the sight of the person standing waiting for him caused him to freeze on the spot. He felt his eyes bug out and his mouth hang open as Urahara’s spy stood innocently before the building’s door, a small smile on her lips
“Ah Kurosaki-kun, you’re finally here! I thought you weren’t going to make it”-she chirped happily, her bright and sunny attitude clashing against the gray and gloomy surroundings of the neighborhood.
“I…Inoue?”-Ichigo asked in disbelief. He walked up to her, staring as if she was the ghost of a long dead relative. But she couldn’t be a ghost. Her hair was too bright and her smile was too wide
“I’m sorry Kurosaki-kun, but I can’t delve into details right now. We have to go”-she said, sprinting forward and walking towards a small black CRV parked a few feet from the building. Ichigo followed suit and sat on the passengers side, his scowl bake on his face
“Why are we leaving? Wasn’t Rukia here?”-
“Yes she was, but I’m afraid she already left”-Inoue said as she turned on her car and started driving away
“Left where?”- Inoue glanced at him, her face suddenly serious
“To look for her father”-
They stood before an abandoned building. The three of them there for completely different reasons.
Rukia suppressed a sigh. Behind these walls, was the man that had completely fucked up her life, and today, she was coming to get it back. The building was cracked and chipped all over- a metaphor of her life for the past 18 years. It was now or never.
They walked in casually, breaking in through one of the windows, not caring much for discretion at this point. They had encountered some security guards but they were easily disposed of. After much running and turning, the finally reached a circular landing, and before them were three halls. The looked at each other, and with a small nod, the separated, each taking a hall.
As Rukia ran down the narrow and dark hall, her mind went back to that night with Ichigo. Probably the only night they would share. She wondered if she would ever see him again, after tonight
You always speak with such a sense of finality Kuchiki, she thought, can’t you think that maybe you might live to see him again?
Her eyes widened at the thought. To see him again? Even if she did come out of this alive, would he want to see her again? She had lied to him, she had hurt him, and she abandoned him. No, he wouldn’t want her anymore. He wouldn’t love her anymore
“I’ll wait for you for as long as I fucking want to Rukia. You’re the one that makes me happy, so I’ll wait for you. Forever.”-
It seemed so long ago when he said that. It all seemed like a dream now, as she ran towards her uncertain future. Panting slightly, she reached a large oak door. She could hear voices on the other side, and they seemed to be giving orders. Several shots were heard from somewhere around the building. Rukia drew in air
“I’m sorry Ichigo…for everything”-she whispered as she kicked the door open and charged in, filling the air with the deafening sound of her guns.
Hello peeps. Jeez, how long did it take me to write this damn chapter!!! Wow. Sorry for such a long delay, but I was struggling with the plot and I still don't like how the chapter came out. Oh well, this is more like an intermission for what's to come.
So, Aizen is dead, Orihime is a spy and Rukia pulled out a Rambo on people's ass. Yep, that's my imagination for ya! Hopefully Ichigo will come to the rescue soon! And I'm not done with the surprises! Wait till you see who Rukia's father works for!! Please review and let me know of you guys are still into this thing!!! It's been so long!!!
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Check out my new story 'The Hunted', featuring your favorite coupke of course, Ichigo and Rukia, as they embark in a new adventure held by the hand of my evil plot-bunnies! Anyways, seriously, I would appreciate if you guys stopped by and showed some love!!! E-brownies to all!!!!
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