Itonami: A Ichigo x Rukia one shot. My first Bleach fanfic. I think I'll make a series of one shot or something.
Anyway, enjoy and review, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Bleach.
Human emotions are always troublesome, Rukia. Especially what they call "love".
Ever since Ichigo tried to tell me something a couple of days ago, he's been acting a little strange. I don't know if my body decided to grow another head, but Ichigo likes to stare then look away quickly. I once asked him about it, and oddly enough, he makes that pouting face and doesn't say anything.
Did I do something wrong!
Come to think of it, the conversation went something like this:
"Hurry up, you idiot! We're late for the picnic!" Ichigo shouted at me as usual.
Of course, I had to bite back. "If you hadn't decided to trash your room and make it harder for me to find a dress, we wouldn't be late!"
A large vein pumped in both of our temples. Our eyes gleamed dangerously as we glared. Suddenly, Ichigo dropped his guard and gazed elsewhere. "Just dress. I'll wait outside." He mumbled softly. Then, he just turned around and walked out.
After dressing, I went outside and he was indeed waiting for me on the sidewalk. He was carrying our picnic basket in one hand and had the other shoved in his pocket. Ichigo seemed a little upset. For some reason, I couldn't stand that blank, far away look on his face.
"Ichigo," I blurted out, "I'm sorry." I said the last part quietly.
He towered over me, naturally, and looked down. His lips twitched slightly into a grin. "You should be. I'll forgive you this time."
Calm, Rukia, calm. Ignore that comment and you'll be fine. We started walking. I really didn't know what this picnic was about but Ichigo announced that we were going on a picnic, apparently, in the middle of the night.
It was a cloudless night with the moon beaming over us. He was quiet that night and wordlessly led me to a hill near the school.
"Here." Abruptly stopping, this strawberry boy pointed to a spot under a tree. Ichigo spread the blanket and waited for me to sit.
He sat himself near me and pulled the basket closer to him. Opening the lid, he reached down and pulled out a button shaped thing. It gave off a gentle fragrance. Ichigo set it down in between and lied down with his hands behind his head.
"What are we doing, Ichigo?"
He didn't answer me for awhile. It seemed like he was waiting for something. So, I waited with him.
Slowly, fireflies came one by one, attracted to the fragrance. They multiplied and soon were swirling around us. I was enchanted. I had never seen anything like it. The sight was beautiful.
"Yes?" I wasn't really paying attention. I was just so fascinated by the fireflies.
"Mm?" Still, I wasn't really listening. One of the little insects flew on my finger. I could almost feel the warmth of its glow.
"I said, will you…?"
It was hopeless. He had tried to get my attention, but my attention was all focused on the pretty lights dancing around me.
I heard him sigh beside me. "Let's go."
I snapped my head to face him in the dark. The moon cast heavy shadows on his face, making him appear a little frightening. "We just got here!" I protested despite that.
Ichigo stood and shoved his hands in his pockets again. I felt so small as he gazed down at me. "I'll go in early then."
What was he trying to say that day? That, too, I've inquired about him, but he pretends not to notice me or switches the subject.
Now, it's going beyond the patience limit.
Ichigo is coming. I'll beat it out of him if he doesn't say anything.
"Ichigo, what did you want to tell me?"
He scratches his head and looks like he's trying to think. "Hm? Tell you what?"
I felt a vein pop. "If you don't tell me now, then you can never say it again."
He hesitated then sighed. "You feel up to another picnic?"
Reluctantly, I agree. "Tonight?"
He shakes his head. "No, right now." Ichigo stops at the door and waits for me. When I approach him, in my surprise, he takes me by the hand. Again, we approach that same hill. The sun creates brighter shadows on his angular face. His hand is warm as it holds mine. We go to the same tree we had before and sit.
He pulls away his hand and I find myself missing his warmth. "Well?" My tone was almost impatient.
His face is ready to scowl openly at me like he used to, however, it quickly disappears and remains neutral. His eyes tells me he is nervous.
"That night…I wanted to ask."
"Yes? Ask me what?"
He slips his hands out of his pockets and balls them into fists. "Pick one."
I look at him in puzzlement, but he shakes his fists a little to signal for me to hurry. Sighing, I point to his left one. I discover a small glimpse of a hope.
Ichigo slowly reveals what he possesses in his fist. A small silver band dotted with three miniscule diamonds gleams upon his calloused palm. "A guy gives a ring to a woman when he is going to ask her to marry him…"
He doesn't need anymore words. I am transfixed by that ring and what it symbolizes. I raise my eyes to meet his amber ones and I can only nod. In a flash, he has me in his arms, cradling me against his chest. His arms are comforting and protective, yet at the same time, possessive and aggressive.
After what seemed like an eternity in his arms, I look up at Ichigo's face. "You've been acting like a real ass."
He smirks. "That's what you get for ignoring me. Are fireflies really that interesting?"
I shrug and gaze at the ring on my fourth finger. "Does it has to be there?"
Ichigo sweatdropped severely. "Yes, Rukia, it has to go on your fourth finger. That's where an engagement ring goes."
"Does this mean…that we'll be together?"
He held my eyes. "Forever."
Author's notes: Was this too OOC? I hope it wasn't. I think this would take place long after they come back, maybe? I don't know. You imagine the scene and the time. Ah, well, done with this one. Hopefully, I can add to this some more.
R&R! It's common courtesy!