Fanfiction : Bleach Drabbles (#5-6)
Title: Grudge | Butterflies.
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach.
Prompt: Random.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 372 words.
Summary: Ichigo's convinced that Grand Fisher had grown senile and found butterflies to be such a troublesome creture. [ IchiRuki ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: First IchiRuki, so I apologize if I got the characterization wrong. I'm still adjusting to Ichigo, and his terminal heterosexuality. Feedbacks are very much welcomed, loved and cherished~ ♥
grudge
It was impossible to tell whether Ichigo was glad or not when he confronted Grand Fisher again. It had been exactly two years since he first fought the Hollow that killed his mother, and after such a long time, he had the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you see it) opportunity to attempt and eliminates Grand Fisher again. And as if someone above was playing a macabre joke on him, it was raining (just like the last time), the light drizzle washing away filthy blood on Zangetsu’s gleaming blade.
Ichigo was frowning hard.
The Grand Fisher had just transformed its ‘bait’ into…
… Rukia.
Not his dead mother, or his stupid father, or his sisters, or his long-time friends.
It was Rukia. Just… Rukia, in her favourite yellow sundress and pretty black shoes.
Zangetsu was laughing at him. Ichigo’s fingers twitched.
Grand Fisher should’ve just stuck to cosplaying his mother. Really.
END
butterflies
Rukia was like a butterfly; natural, beautiful, elusive… fragile. Delicate.
When he saw her suspended in mid-air during the execution, with her dark, dark eyes closed in acceptance and a streak of tear trailing down her marble-white cheek, Ichigo thought for one brief moment that maybe, just maybe… he could catch that butterfly. Catch her between his long fingers and hold the delicate, fragile creature with fluttering dark wings close to his chest, because she needed to be protected. Because she was too fragile, too delicate to protect herself. Because she often got hurt whenever she tried.
Ichigo wished that he had just left that damned, deceptive-looking butterfly alone!
Because really, as much as Rukia had ever meant to him and changed his life and all that jazz, it was not worth the abuse his behind had been subjected to. Especially since Rukia was so very fond of leaving footprints where the world could see them, and grinned smugly at his (failed) attempts to make her stop. Then, she would pretend to be the cute innocent type in front of his oblivious, stupid friends (especially that bastard Keigo) and order him around to do stupid things (like sticking straws in her juice) with that pretty fake smile of hers.
Ichigo found butterflies to be such a troublesome creature.
END
Edits needed like WHOA!!
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach.
Prompt: Random.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 372 words.
Summary: Ichigo's convinced that Grand Fisher had grown senile and found butterflies to be such a troublesome creture. [ IchiRuki ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: First IchiRuki, so I apologize if I got the characterization wrong. I'm still adjusting to Ichigo, and his terminal heterosexuality. Feedbacks are very much welcomed, loved and cherished~ ♥
grudge
It was impossible to tell whether Ichigo was glad or not when he confronted Grand Fisher again. It had been exactly two years since he first fought the Hollow that killed his mother, and after such a long time, he had the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you see it) opportunity to attempt and eliminates Grand Fisher again. And as if someone above was playing a macabre joke on him, it was raining (just like the last time), the light drizzle washing away filthy blood on Zangetsu’s gleaming blade.
Ichigo was frowning hard.
The Grand Fisher had just transformed its ‘bait’ into…
… Rukia.
Not his dead mother, or his stupid father, or his sisters, or his long-time friends.
It was Rukia. Just… Rukia, in her favourite yellow sundress and pretty black shoes.
Zangetsu was laughing at him. Ichigo’s fingers twitched.
Grand Fisher should’ve just stuck to cosplaying his mother. Really.
END
butterflies
Rukia was like a butterfly; natural, beautiful, elusive… fragile. Delicate.
When he saw her suspended in mid-air during the execution, with her dark, dark eyes closed in acceptance and a streak of tear trailing down her marble-white cheek, Ichigo thought for one brief moment that maybe, just maybe… he could catch that butterfly. Catch her between his long fingers and hold the delicate, fragile creature with fluttering dark wings close to his chest, because she needed to be protected. Because she was too fragile, too delicate to protect herself. Because she often got hurt whenever she tried.
Ichigo wished that he had just left that damned, deceptive-looking butterfly alone!
Because really, as much as Rukia had ever meant to him and changed his life and all that jazz, it was not worth the abuse his behind had been subjected to. Especially since Rukia was so very fond of leaving footprints where the world could see them, and grinned smugly at his (failed) attempts to make her stop. Then, she would pretend to be the cute innocent type in front of his oblivious, stupid friends (especially that bastard Keigo) and order him around to do stupid things (like sticking straws in her juice) with that pretty fake smile of hers.
Ichigo found butterflies to be such a troublesome creature.
END
Edits needed like WHOA!!