#irmonth

Ever since rereading Bleach, a lot lately, I keep finding the tiniest parallels between Ichigo and Rukia. It’s absolutely adorable and genius! It could easily be a stretch or just overthinking, but I just wanted to share it. It’s pretty insignificant, but maybe it will brighten someones day! It’s so cute!

Okay, so the fact that when Ichigo is the one to leave Rukia back in Soul Society he is the one to initiate the farewell. And also being the one to give her one last glance over the shoulder before taking that last step. This one has a more hopeful tone as well.

Then, it happens again but this time Rukia is the one to initiate the farewell. Because she’s leaving Ichigo behind this time, instead of it being vice versa. Rukia is the one to give him one last glance before she is forced to leave him for who knows how long. This one is more melancholy.

Beautifully done. Another parallel in Bleach that’s super similar, but just flipped. It’s so cute that they both have to leave each other in the place that the one or the other supposedly “belong”, but keep finding their way back to each other. PLEASE NAME A BETTER COUPLE. I’ll be waiting. But anyways, its a small, insignificant parallel, but I thought it was so charming and smile worthy. After all, it’s the small things that truly make Ichigo and Rukia the best damn couple in all of entertainment. Could easily be overthinking, but I think it’s a fair speculation and analysis. Their relationship is just LEGENDARY!

IR Month  — day iii: stars in your eyes

Also available to read on AO3. 

“I saw dozen of shooting stars last night — 

And nearly every one of my wishes was given to you.”

trampled grass and embers glow. cicadas hummed a softer lullaby than near their home — no humbled chatter, no cars driving by.

ichigo quietly claims that he has never laid witness to a meteor shower; but rukia mumbled that in several instances within her life — he resembled one.

he once came shooting down from broken skies, and she swears that she witnessed every spectrum of colour in one blinding motion. in another, when she had made her peace and said her goodbyes, his presence became thunder and lightning collided with a noose that made her feel more alive than she ever had been. 

nimble little fingers traced the lines of his palms, as if marking invisible constellations and biding the moon to make them so. in these fleeting moments, he hoped that his ridiculously long eyelashes (as she had so claimed) were enough to hold the pools that threatened his cheeks. 

if it had never been brought to anyone’s attention — ichigo was nothing if not brash. he was all head on collisions and a swords tip at gods neck — how could she possibly compare him to something as bright as a star - fallen or otherwise?

rukia hushed his thoughts with a shoulder kiss and nested her cheek there and claimed it as hers. 

he was truly terrible at giving himself credit or giving himself relief from a a haunted hollow’s thoughts and the ghosts that reside in his head. for where he saw brashness, she saw his bravery. when reckless and endangered, she felt trust. where he settled on insult and injury, she broke his sword with a swift kick and a hand outstretched. 

ichigo needn’t be reminded, feeling her right elbow threaten his stomach — but he would never admit that his ears felt flushed in the cold air. 

tea sips, light banter, quiet laughter — rukia breathed once, and then again before her head tipped back against his chest to meet his gaze (and forsakes all things that made her this small), 

“you resemble a meteor in another way; the way it blazes so bright and disappears in the same instant. can you promise that I’m enough to keep you here; enough to keep you earthbound? is it selfish to ask?” 

there is silence, a heartbeat, and then the lights begin. 

in that moment, ichigo looks up at the heavens and whispers his mother's name, but not in pray — saying ‘please, won’t you forgive me? because for the first time in a decade I have not asked the stars for your peace, but as they appear before me all at once, I have given all of them to her so that she may keep the light in her eyes - forever to guide me to her’. 

she hears the hammer of his heart as he clutches her to his chest, face buried in lavender scented hair. 

“there is nothing you could ask of me, that I would not give to you — you little fool.” 

“you’re equal parts fool, idiot.”

he chokes out a laugh while rukia keeps the stars in her eyes... 

A short drabble for day 2 of the IR month that I might or might not make into a full length fic if given the proper time and incentive.

Enjoy!

Day 2: Storytelling (assassins AU)

Once upon a time… there was a boy who saw ghosts.

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Once upon a time… there was a girl who was a Ghost.

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It all comes down to this.

He sizes up the swordsman before him. A plain mask- pitch black much like the rest of his attire with two holes cut into where the eyes are supposed to be and another for the mouth sits upon its face.

Rumour has it that the masked man was so horribly scarred underneath it that a single look upon that face would bring the seer untold agony.

Ichigo has never put much stock in rumours but as he locks gaze with that of his diminutive opponent and finds eyes the colour of the twilight sky staring back at his; even he has to wonder if there is perhaps just the slightest hint of truth behind the supernatural origins of the man.