|A IchiRuki QuoteFic: All For You
Author: BluebellsAndLavender PM
The wind swirls and leaves dance. Rukia - as a writer - gets inspired. AU . Short story :Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Poetry - Ichigo K. & Rukia K. - Words: 535 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7542504
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The wind is crazy today... So I went outside and wrote this .. It's very cold ;A; But I didn't come in until this was done :)
( This quote is actually one of my favorites :3 Though I'll never admit it to the author ;O )
Kurosaki Ichigo x Kuchiki Rukia
All For You
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I'm selfish, lazy, and dark hearted.
Who isn't in such a cold and materialistic age in time.
You tell me I don't need to; that you don't care if I continue.
Yet you tell me you like sweet things and you never tell me to stop.
To see you smile and enjoy reading what I compose for you.
They strike you with everlasting happiness.
Which is why I will continue.
To keep that everlasting happiness alive.
I do this for you.
Rukia sat there with her laptop on in front of her. Writing was her passion and she loved it. But one person would never admit that it was good. Kurosaki Ichigo. He'd always find some reason to pick on it but she knew for a fact that he always kept her work and when he was alone, he would read it and smile. He would smile.
Even though he always verbally told her that her writing was horrible, he had never actually told her to stop writing for him. Whenever she would create something, she would always watch him read it after school in the empty classroom. The writing was the only way they could communicate.
Every time she wrote, she would always pour a little of herself inside each piece of work. She knew that he would smile one day. He would tell her that her work was good and he would praise her. Everything she had worked for was this.
She needed inspiration.
Outside, the golden leaves swirled as if they were dancing rapidly. Red, yellow and orange. All different colors mixing together as they floated on the violent wind. Rukia carried her laptop outside and she sat on the outdoor swing. As she watched the leaves, she began to write.
Dancing leaves are a reflection of my soul.
Never resting, always in turmoil.
When will I find peace?
When you are back here with me.
A mixture of colors, a diversity of magnitude.
I look up at the blue and I know.
I know wherever you are, you're under the same sky.
Do you ever think of me?
As the wind swirls and my tears fall.
Each day gets harder but I stay strong,
Because I know one day you'll come back here, where you belong.
Her fingers were frozen but she kept writing. Her feet were freezing but she pressed on. She wrote and she wrote. This was her masterpiece. This would make him proud.
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She handed the work over to him and she waited with bated breath. Would he like it? Would he praise it? Or would he be disappointed? Annoyed? Then her answer was found.
I've always thought of Rukia as one in touch with her inner ... " writer " ;) I hope you liked it, and review please ? :D