Fic
Title: The Threshold of Goodbye
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: G
Summary: Practice makes perfect. But for once, practice is not a good thing.
"I guess this is goodbye. Again," Ichigo muttered without looking up.
"Yes," the corner of lips threatened to curl into a wan smile, "and we are getting surprisingly good at it."
He looks up and straight into her eyes (angry eyes - angry at her for being so flippant; angry at himself for being so helpless), and a millenium of unspoken conversations occured in that few seconds he held her gaze, mesmerised. She found herself babbling like a fool afterwards (and it was so unlike herself she could have died from embarassment), "who knows, we will meet again the next time we need to save the world from some delusional God-wannabe psychopath... Not that I want another Aizen to be raised up..."
"Rukia," he said firmly, trying not to smile himself. "I'll leave the window open."
She smiled back and waved with forced cheerfulness, before stepping across the threshold of the Senkaimon, desperately ignoring the prickling at the back of her eyes.
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: G
Summary: Practice makes perfect. But for once, practice is not a good thing.
"I guess this is goodbye. Again," Ichigo muttered without looking up.
"Yes," the corner of lips threatened to curl into a wan smile, "and we are getting surprisingly good at it."
He looks up and straight into her eyes (angry eyes - angry at her for being so flippant; angry at himself for being so helpless), and a millenium of unspoken conversations occured in that few seconds he held her gaze, mesmerised. She found herself babbling like a fool afterwards (and it was so unlike herself she could have died from embarassment), "who knows, we will meet again the next time we need to save the world from some delusional God-wannabe psychopath... Not that I want another Aizen to be raised up..."
"Rukia," he said firmly, trying not to smile himself. "I'll leave the window open."
She smiled back and waved with forced cheerfulness, before stepping across the threshold of the Senkaimon, desperately ignoring the prickling at the back of her eyes.