Title: In Her Eyes
Genre: Romance/ Drama
Characters: Ichigo K. & Rukia K.
Summary: She is a blind girl. He is a high school punk, they meet and Ichigo is determined to help her see what she can't, colours, movies, everything. But what happens when they both end up feeling something they cannot see? IchiRuki AU
Thanks to Izari-Hime for the title! REALLY appreciate it! (Y)
In Her Eyes
Chapter One: Her Eyes
Ichigo sat in his desk; he was bored, he found boredom akin to sickness, the symptoms present even in his classmates. Practically everyone in his class was drooped down in their desks, a moody air around them, their eyes dead and looking off in a distance. Even Orihime, who was usually rather upright and attentively watching the teacher talk, sat with her back hunched and chin on her hand. She seemed to be thinking about food or something, since her mouth was open wide. Chad was his usual quiet self, Uryuu was scribbling something down, and Tatsuki was yawning loudly.
The teacher slapped the chalk onto her desk, along with her book. And with that, the class perked up in attention.
"Alright, I can tell you are as bored as hell. Don't worry I am too." She scratched her shoulder and then sank into her leather chair.
"Excuse me ma'am…" Keigo's hand went up in the air.
"Are you allowed to say hell?" The class snickered.
"Sure I am, it's a public school!" She threw her hands up in the air.
"Okay then, shit." He laughed, and the teacher threw her chalk at his head.
"Mr. Keigo, if you are going to use that sort of language in my class, I suggest you leave. It is already sweltering hot in here, I don't want to get mad and heat up and…" She started to hyperventilate; she pulled up her long black hair into a ponytail and continued breathing heavily. The class stared at her in silence.
"Do you need water?" Orihime asked.
"No, it's okay. Keigo, out!" She pointed to the class door. Ichigo shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "Do you want to join him Kurosaki?" Ichigo's eyebrow rose at her.
"I didn't do anything." He muttered, putting his feet up on his desk.
"You just did. Out, Kurosaki." She said. Ichigo stayed put. "Well alright, if you have to be that way. Stand on your desk and make monkey sounds. Do it!"
"What?! No way!"
"Unless you want to stand outside, in an even hotter hallway." She fanned herself, her face wore a satisfied smirk as Ichigo got up on the desk, hunching over because of his height. "Now say it." Ichigo scowled.
"Ooh, ooh, ah, ah." He said depressingly.
"You sound like a dying monkey." She said, and the class laughed. "Come on! More enthusiasm, or you're going outside."
Ichigo stood up quickly, stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way out of the class. His teacher watched him leave and began to laugh.
"Alright, I'm just kidding. Sit down." Ichigo sat down, a scowl on his face, the class laughed and he glared. "Okay, bring Keigo in."
"Now that you're all awake, please direct your attention to a new student. Come in, Rukia."
Ichigo looked up at the name and saw the shined shoes walk to the centre of the front. From her shoes he went up to her face, it was pale, with a small nose and small slender lips. Her raven-black hair splitting at the ends and a stray bang down the centre of her face, but it was her eyes that captivated Ichigo. Pools of sparkling amethyst around small black orbs, he felt like he was lost in them, in the spark and shine from the blazing sun that lit up her face so perfectly. He shook his head, why was he thinking this way? He took a second look at the girl and noticed her abnormally petite frame. He snickered, as she started to speak.
"Hello, I am Kuchiki Rukia." Her voice smooth and firm, her lips soft, formed a thin smile. "I am new to Kakura, and I came here from Tokyo, I was in special classes for my… condition." Her eyes flickered back and forth, as if searching for something. Ichigo blinked once, twice. "My main interests are drawing and just a bit of singing. I suggest you not be near me when I start to sing." She grinned and the class laughed softly. Her eyes looked past his classmates' faces, and for an instant landed on Ichigo, but it seemed like she wasn't looking at him at all. He found it mysterious.
"Thank you Rukia, have a seat beside Ichigo." She smiled and led her to her seat. "Okay, back to what we were doing. As you can see when you…" She started to write on the board and slowly the class lost interest.
Ichigo turned to the girl beside him, she looked up at the front, her back straight and she was jotting down notes with her free hand, without even looking.
"You've been staring at me for a while now." She muttered. "Strawberry." She laughed softly.
"And what's it to you?"
"I'm finding it a bit creepy." Her eyes glinted, and she continued to write.
"I'm finding it creepy that you're still writing while still talking to me." He laughed.
"Don't, it's called multi-tasking. A special ability that only girls have."
"How rude, can't even turn to face the person you're having a conversation with?" He retorted.
"Why would I want to look at you?"
"I'm more interesting than the teacher, midget." Rukia frowned, and pinched his ear. He yelled out in pain and flinched back. "What the hell?"
"Kurosaki." The teacher said. "Kuchiki, is he bothering you?"
"No, not at all ma'am. Please continue. You were saying something about the meaning of that phrase?" The teacher smiled.
"That's right, I don't know how you keep up." She laughed. Ichigo scowled.
"You're a fake."
"And what's it to you?" She asked and continued to write, she looked down and her hands followed the leg of her table for her bag. Ichigo watched as she opened her bag and dug around it for a little while without looking.
"What are you looking for?" Ichigo asked.
"My English dictionary. If you don't mind, can you see it?" She tilted the mouth of her bag wider. "It's a new bag, I'm not very familiar with it yet."
Ichigo's eyebrow rose at the remark, and he pulled out a blue and red dictionary. As he handed it to her he felt bumps along the spine of the book.
"Thank you." She muttered and flipped the book open, her eyes still directed towards the front. Ichigo watched as she felt through what appeared like blank pages. She stopped at a page and scanned her hand down the empty page and then slowly raised her hand.
"Is it dawn?" She asked, and the teacher nodded.
"Very good Kuchiki." And she turned to write the word on the board. Ichigo looked at Rukia in confusion, he tried to turn his attention back to the teacher, but couldn't be helped to her face.
"You're still looking at me?" Ichigo scowled.
"I'm not." He said.
"I know you are. I can feel it." She said.
"I'll admit it's hard not to, you're the shortest person I've ever met." Ichigo said with a laugh.
"Let's hope that I don't end up killing you at lunch." Rukia firmly replied.
"Who says you're eating lunch with me?"
"She will." She pointed at the teacher in front of Ichigo.
"I see you are getting well acquainted with our new student. Why don't you show her around for today? Be her bodyguard?" Ichigo scowled and sank into his desk.
"Whatever." He muttered.
Rukia closed her locker, and Ichigo's face appeared as she locked it.
"Ah, good afternoon Mr. Kurosaki. How may I be of assistance?" She smiled sweetly, and looked at his face. Ichigo frowned, and then scratched the back of his head.
"Maybe, you can explain to me why you look at me like that."
"Like what?" Her smile disappeared.
"You look at me, but then it seems that your eyes and looking through me. Why is that?" He asked, a little more politely this time.
"You really want to know?" She asked.
"Yeah, I do. If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't be asking you."
"Okay, I see." She paused for a moment. "I'm blind." Her lips were straight in a blank expression and Ichigo was surprised.
"You mean… you can't see?"
"Isn't that what being blind means?" She turned and started to walk.
"But then… how can you go left and right and know where you're going?"
"I have my ways. I usually have a cane to help me, but seeing as you're my bodyguard for the day, you can be my eyes." She looked up grasping his forearm gently. Ichigo let a sigh out in reply to her confident smirk.
"Fine. If the teacher says so."
Ichigo led her up the stairs and to the roof, once or twice he asked if he should hold her hand to lead, but she just said no, and explained how it was already awkward enough. They arrived at the sunny roof, and sat under one of the artificial trees near the fencing. Ichigo looked over to Rukia, who was wrapping her fingers around a juice box and shaking it in her ear. Her face contorted in confused then one of frustration. Ichigo laughed as he continued to watch her.
"How do you open this?" She thrust the juice at Ichigo's face, and this time, her eyes stared him straight down.
"It's simple, you take the straw and poke it into the hole." He opened his own and did as he mentioned, and then sipped the juice. Rukia felt the cool juice box once more, and then Mizuro came over.
"You guys are already that close?" He sat down in front of them.
"No. I just need to watch out for her, that's all." Ichigo opened his own lunch. Rukia pulled out the plastic wrapped straw.
"So this is the straw?" She studied the object in her small fingers. "Doesn't feel like it." She muttered with her face scrunched up. Keigo appeared with a gigantic grin on his face.
"Rukia-san! You are so beautiful! May I sit beside you?" He bowed. Rukia, who was too busy to care, simply nodded. Keigo gleamed and silently sat beside her. "Ah… what are you doing, Rukia-san?"
"Trying to open this thing." She muttered, all her concentration was to the juice box now, she somehow took the plastic off of the straw and now she was stabbing several random places, trying to find the hole.
"Why don't you let me do it?"
"Don't." She glared at Keigo, and then her hand started to stab once more. Ichigo and Mizuro sat there, silently eating their lunches. Keigo, however, was depressed with his mouth hanging open, at the rejection Rukia had just given him.
Ichigo was starting to get annoyed at the sound of Rukia jabbing the straw onto the cardboard box. He reached over and put his hand on hers. Rukia jumped at the touch.
"Okay midget, this, is the straw." He held up the small hand that was holding the straw. "You find the pointed end, and pierce it through the hole here." He held the juice box in one hand and he guided Rukia's fingertips along the surface and to the hole. "You take this." He moved her hand and placed the end of the straw on top of the hole. "Now, push." Rukia did as told, and the straw broke through. "There." He pushed the juice box, and Rukia pulled it up to her lips and drank it. She smiled at the cool, sweet taste and closed her eyes.
"Mm… thanks. It's tastes so good." She smiled, her eyes still closed. Ichigo let a small smile appear on his lips, and he started to see that he took some things for granted.
He looked out at the view below him, the sun high in the sky lighting up the pleasant sight of various trees and green fields. The sparkling blue river than ran through the park, the different coloured houses and cars that were the size of tiny ants as they moved through the roads. He frowned, and closed his eyes. Darkness. Is that what it was like to be blind? To not be able to experience the wonderful sights, and differences in everything? Just an empty space, and a feeling that you were alone in the world, in darkness. His eyes fluttered open and turned to his new classmate.
"How are you getting home, Rukia?" He asked.
"A drive. Why?"
"Just wondering. Do you know what orange looks like?" Mizuro and Keigo looked up in surprise at the question.
"No, not really…" She looked away.
"Then I will show you." He took her by the wrist and dragged her down the stairs and past halls.
"Where are we going Ichigo?" She yelled out. Ichigo continued to run and Rukia tried to catch up. He came to a sudden stop. "Ouch." She bumped into his back. She kicked his calf and he bent backwards.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled.
"For dragging me away! I didn't even know where we were going!" She spit back.
"I wanted to show you orange." He said simply. Rukia's eyebrow rose as she looked up at him, her eyes looking past his face.
"And how are you supposed to do that?" She crossed her arms.
"Like this." He turned the tap on and guided her hand towards it.
"I hear running water… Ichigo what are you doing?" She pulled her hand away quickly, holding it to her chest.
"Trust me." He took her hand back and put it under the warm water. "What do you see?"
"I see nothing, but I feel warm water."
"That's orange, the best way I can explain to you." He said. Her mouth formed an 'oh'. Ichigo turned the water into the hottest and Rukia quickly pulled back. "Red. A sign of danger." He said. She held her hand to her chest, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.
"I think… I get it… sort of." She then punched Ichigo in the stomach and he doubled over with a groan. "You were at least supposed to warn me when it got hot."
"Sorry, sorry. Jeez." Ichigo smirked; at least she can feel red and orange. He slowly got back up and the bell rang. "Time for classes." He muttered, scowling once more.
"Follow me, and keep an eye out, I'm going to try and get to the classroom." She said.
"Alright, but don't bump into anyone." He said.
"I won't." And then she started running, Ichigo had a look of surprise on and quickly ran after her.
"Rukia! Watch out for the-" He yelled out, and in an instant Rukia avoided the group of girls chatting by their lockers.
The rest of the way was somewhat chaotic, with Rukia dashing left and right, narrowly dodging the oncoming students or teachers. Ichigo's heart was pumping madly at the time, afraid he would get Rukia injured, or worse. Rukia suddenly turned and Ichigo quickly followed. She stopped in front of a door and slid it open quietly.
"Wait, Rukia, that's not our…"
"Hello everyone." She said in a girly voice. The class looked up.
"...class." Ichigo finished, grasping his head in a hand.
"What?" Rukia whispered.
"Hey, little kid, what are you doing in here?" One of the boys with blue hair said.
"I'm not little." Rukia crossed her arms.
"Yeah, you're just, vertically challenged." The same boy said. The class laughed.
"Hey, lay off." Ichigo stepped in front of Rukia, hands in his pockets, scowl on his face.
"Dude, it's Ichigo." One of his friends said.
"Why should I?" The guy who was insulting Rukia stood up.
"Because, I might end up beating your ugly face in."
"Look who's talking berry boy. Why don't you stop dying your hair?"
"It's my natural colour idiot. You're the one dying your hair, Grimmjaw."
"Hey, this is my natural colour too." He put his hands up, and grinned.
"Feh," Ichigo replied in disbelief. "Let's go Rukia, there's nothing important here."
"Hey, since when did I say you could leave?"
"When I forgot to listen to you." Ichigo took Rukia's hand, and Grimmjow scowled, his arm came flying at Ichigo's back when a girl's hand stopped him.
"Leave him be." She muttered. Ichigo turned.
"Butt out." He exclaimed, then blinked in surprise at a pretty hazel-eyed girl with long brown hair. "Oh, sorry. We'll be going now." He gently pulled Rukia out of the classroom.
"Oh wow, tons of commotion," Rukia pulled her hand out of Ichigo's grip. "But I could have handled that by myself you know." She dusted her clothes.
"I'm pretty sure you had no idea what was going on." He scowled. Rukia glared at him, and stomped away. Ichigo gulped and noticed his mistake. "Look, I didn't mean to… I'm sorry I just…" He followed after her.
"Shut up. Get away from me. I decide to trust someone and of all people it had to be you." She muttered and opened the sliding door to their class with a slam. The class looked up in surprise.
"Look, I didn't mean it. It's just that you caused a lot of trouble running into the upperclassman room like that!" Ichigo said, following her to her desk.
"You didn't have to follow me!"
"Well I had to! The teacher told me to!"
"The teacher didn't tell you to show me what orange and red are, the teacher didn't tell you to stick with me every moment of the day."
"What the hell is a bodyguard supposed to do?!" They were now forehead-to-forehead, unaware of the silent class staring at the argument.
Rukia sat down with a thump, and Ichigo silently took his seat beside her. All in one day, they bonded, fought a bit, bonded, and fought once more. And now they weren't talking to each other. Ichigo sighed and turned to the side, head on his hand. What an incredibly complicated girl.
Orihime sat at the back of the classroom with Tatsuki and sighed.
"What makes her so different?" She muttered. Tatsuki looked at Orihime with concern. Orihime has had a crush on Ichigo ever since kindergarten, and her love is still strong.
"No, Orihime. Just…" Tatsuki tried to think of something to say.
"You don't have to say anything…" She paused. "Isn't it funny… how this one girl, the moment she entered the room, caught his attention like no other? It must have been something…"
A/N: YAAAAAAAAAAAY. My sixth fic! WOOOT-ness. LOL. Dances a jig Oh yeah, uh huh, it's my birthday. No it's not, but I'm sooo uber happy: ) Anyway, what's funny is that every time I think about Rukia being blind, I picture her with sunglasses. : P I think that's just strange, don't you? xD Any who, please review. Maybe that will make me update fastaaaar. Thanks again to Izari- Hime for the title! (And the genre. Hehe.)