Where the black sun met the white moon

Hi! My name is Angel. Ichigo and Rukia are my OTP and I've never written anything about those two until now. This blog is solely dedicated to this pairing. For now, I will be doing drabbles. If I grow accustomed to this, I may do longer stories. Anyway, I take word/prompt suggestions, so feel free to send in any words and I'll try to write short drabbles on them. ^^ ICHIRUKIFTW<3 List of Words (click to see) Submit here!

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I miss you so much, please come back, oh my God. Please.

I will. I'm so sorry I've been gone, but as soon as I finish my senior year, I'll get right on working on more fics again. Thank you for this kind note. C:

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27. Mistletoe

Rukia had just walked into the living room and curiously watched as the Kurosaki’s busied themselves with colorful decorations. Then she walked over to the dining table which had ornaments scattered on it and casually picked up what looked like some kind of foreign fruit.

  She lifted it in the air for everyone to see and slightly shook it. “What kind of fruit is this, Ichigo? Are you supposed to eat this during the winter?” Her expression was that of a curious child.

  Yuzu shrieked “No! It’s poisonous!” her eyes widened and Karin shot her older brother a hasty look. Ichigo rushed over to Rukia’s side and snatched the Christmas decoration from her hand before she could put it into her mouth.

  He started to mumble under his breath and then raised it above their heads. “Stupid—You’re supposed to hang it up like this and—” At that moment, he felt warm lips on his—before he knew it, it was over—and he was staring into a smug grin on Rukia’s face.

  “Idiot, did you actually think I wouldn’t know about Earth’s Christmas traditions? I read it in a book a long time ago!” Her arms were folded over her chest as she smiled proudly. Then, her cheeks tinted into a lovely shade of red. “Merry Christmas, Ichigo.”

  “Merry Christmas.” Ichigo was just as red.

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Happy IchiRuki International Hentai day!

and also a happy birthday to me. All the IchiRuki on my dash is the PERFECT gift. I love them so much ;__;

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022. Nobody

Orihime took one look at Ichigo—the Ichigo that she had gotten closer to since he gained his powers, and she suddenly recognized the changes in him. The Ichigo she saw now looked like he wasn’t carrying a burden on his shoulders anymore. His perseverance was astounding and his will burned more strongly than ever.

  Then her gaze shifted to Rukia, who was occupied with another drawing that she was most likely going to have to explain to Ichigo after she was finished and Orihime smiled. She saw the corners of Ichigo’s lips upturn slightly as Rukia hastily reached for another colored marker and it suddenly dawned on her.

  The Ichigo she saw now was the result of having Rukia in his life; no one else could have changed his world.  

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021. Close

Ichigo sometimes forgot that sliding the closet door would open up to Rukia’s “room.”

One morning, while preparing for school, Ichigo had opened his closet to a petite, dark-haired woman who had only her underwear on and was having much difficulty hooking her bra together.

Without her noticing, he mumbled something about “taking a wrong turn in Albuquerque” and hastily slid the door shut as loudly as he could, hoping that the sound was enough to knock the image out of his head in time before school.

  He refused to go to school with flushed cheeks. 

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019. Angel

Angel Ichigo had once thought a classic angel had long blonde hair, vibrantly colored blue eyes, a long white dress and pretty looking wings.   After meeting Rukia, he changed his mind. Rukia didn’t have waist-length, blonde hair, or the blue eyes, or the white dress. She constantly smacked him up and said not-so-friendly things to him—and she also may have been the nicest person he had ever met.  She was the person who brought him out of despair and the one person who changed his world. She may not look like a classic angel, but she flew like one.  

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020. Power

When he was prompted about his reasons for fighting he’d say “to protect my friends and family,” but when his strength was questioned, he refused to answer. He’ll never admit that he garnered strength from the woman who cleared his world of the rain. 

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017. Fear

During his time with Ichigo, Kon had grown immensely curious.  He had always wondered what the bad-tempered substitute-shinigami was afraid of.

Of course, Kon knew that there must be at least one thing Ichigo feared—he was probably afraid of many things—maybe Ichigo had a natural talent for hiding his true feelings. Kon really wanted to see his frightened face.

Then one night, after Rukia had left behind a goodbye note, Kon suggested that she might have already been killed. Ichigo silenced him before he could finish his sentence, however. With his face turned away from the mod soul, Ichigo calmly told him not to jump to any conclusions.

It was at that moment that Kon realized how terrified Ichigo was. 

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016. Laugh

Sometimes, it sounded fake—when she laughed in a higher pitched voice. Other times, it sounded half-hearted—and Ichigo knew that she must be upset. When she tried to keep secrets from Ichigo, she’d try to stifle a laugh—and Ichigo would become slightly annoyed.

  And when he’d purposely joke around while the two walked home together, she’d genuinely laugh—a low, raspy chuckle and the most loveliest gurgles of laughter he’s ever heard—and he’d remain quiet just to listen to such a harmonious sound. 

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black sun ~ white moon

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048. Destiny

After a mission that was handled with difficulty and the exchange of some heartfelt words about friendship and reliance, Rukia took his injured body home to rest.

That night, he dreamt of his last moments with her. Before his very eyes, she looked up at him with a pained expression and the image of her began to disappear. It was the longest dream he had ever had—every second, the feeling of not being able to see her again troubled him so much, he could only stand and watch as his dearest friend left him—

—The thought of not being able to see her again…

Then he woke up and saw her face, along with the others. He had only been haunted by a dream and nothing more.

“You lost your powers, Ichigo.” She had told him in a solemn voice.

Ichigo wearily forced the tiniest of smiles. “I know.” It’s funny how fate works. 

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015. Haunted

It troubled him day and night—the memory of Rukia’s back etched in his heart the first time she had left to face her execution. The feelings he had when she chose to walk the path leading to her death—the thought of not being able to see her again. It frightened him to his very soul. 

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I have created a master list that includes a list of all the prompts and the drabbles+submitted illustrations that go along with them. It's located in the description column titled "List of Words"

Anyone can submit their art, fan-made videos, music, etc to me. (as long as it is based off of my drabbles)

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014. Figure of Speech

He flees that, which chases him in pursuit—the rain whom so longs to reach him and understand him, his feelings, and his secrets—in which everything is touched and nothing leaves this rainstorm untainted.

The sun chases in pursuit, that, which flees him—the moon that watches over the Earth that is at rest—her movements are endlessly graceful across the sky as she serves as a light to the nightfall.  And he trails this modest, white light, though the two stand on opposite ends.

When paths are crossed, a beautiful sight is etched in the heavens—a ring of light in which the sun embraces the moon. Then in conflicting directions, they separate.

  And until the next encounter with the white moon, he continues to flee that, which chases him in pursuit and chases in pursuit, that, which flees him.

Writing this almost made me cry. I've only seen a solar eclipse once in real life, and it made me cry because of the overwhelming emotions I had witnessing something so breathtakingly beautiful. This was also very enjoyable to write. The prompt, "figure of speech" was a hard one to come up with within the 10 minute time limit I set for myself. I decided to use various figures of speech in this prompt. I tried my hand at incorporating chiasmus, anaphora, apostrophe, hyperbole, and metaphor. And for those who don't get it, Ichigo = sun, Rukia = moon, and Orihime = rain. 

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Thank you!

Laikkuseia was kind enough to take the time to create beautiful art to go along with my drabbles. :) 

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010. Shine

Orihime had once gone into Ichigo’s room when he invited her into his home. When he left her to bring snacks and tea up to his room, Orihime curiously looked around. Atop his desk, was an open notebook where he had been writing his homework. In the middle of the page was a shiny, white rabbit charm. It was warm to the touch and she realized that Ichigo had been holding it in his hands while finishing his homework. The charm reminded her of Rukia.

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009. Almost

“C’mon, Rukia…” Ichigo stared down at his fallen friend, his eyes glistening wet as his panic increased. “Breathe, Rukia!” he pushed down on her chest several times—her face becoming gray.

Then her lips quivered before fits of violent coughing escaped her mouth. As he watched her try to catch her breath, Ichigo promised himself never to allow Rukia near death again.