(Extra) Rukia's Days Out: [Y/n] the Tour Guide

216 8 0
                                    



"[Y/n]? You're not going with Ichigo?"

You turned to the elder being, "No-no... not today. I'm going to visit the museum. I usually don't go with Ichigo."

"Really? I thought you practically went everywhere with each other."

You stand, securing your school bag, "Sometimes. But, uh, Ichigo isn't a...museum person. Broods too much."

Rukia tilts her head, "By the way, what's a museum?"

You fiddled with the cuff of your school blazer, "If you want...you can...come with me?"

"Hm...sure! This museum sounds like fun."


Rukia observed a large painting with wide eyes, "Someone painted this?"

You nod, "Yes, this artist is known for paintings with deep meanings."

"What does this one mean?" she wondered, turning to you.

"It...expresses feeling isolation, despite life around you feeling the opposite. Even your isolation is isolated."

Her gaze flickered to the painting again, "Hm...I like this painting."

You offered her a camera that was simple to use, "If you want you can take pictures."

"Where'd you get this from?"

You warmed in embarrassment, "Well, I thought I'd get you a camera...so you can capture all the things you...like..."

"Thank you, [Y/n]. You really didn't have to," with determination to put the camera to good use, she snapped pictures left and right.

"Whoa! This is colored glass? How did they shape it like that?!"

You couldn't help but find her excitement amusing, giggling at her here and there.

Then Rukia tried to use her cute act to cut a line, which you finally decide to talk to her about.

"Miss Kuchiki. You do...realize you don't need to act like that right? You seem much more believable when it's genuine..." your gaze flickers down to your toes as you walk together.

"What do you mean? I practiced so I could fit in," she pouted.

"Ah, well...How do I put this?" you paused before, averting your eyes to a painting of flowers, "Your acting's only good to ignorant humans...Otherwise, it's very obvious."

She mulled over your words, "Hm, I'll consider it."

You both peered over a small case, a tiny art piece inside.

"I've never seen something so tiny in my life," Rukia whispered.

"This is new, so I've never seen this before either..." you admitted.

"How in the world did they have the patience to make this?"

"Or the steady hands...so much detail."

The quiet atmosphere gets broken when Rukia's stomach growls.

"Um...do museums have food?"


"Oh, what's this? I've never seen this type of dish before," Rukia stared down the paper bowl as you paid the vendor.

"Well, Mr. Smith is American, he sells street food from the U.S. as well—This is called a Philly Cheesesteak," you handed one to her.

"It smells good," after a deep inhale of the scent, she takes a cautious bite, "Tastes good, too."

You'll also like

          

"I'm glad you enjoy it," you grin.

"Hey, [Y/n] let's take a picture."

"H-huh?"

The flash made your eyes snap shut, but fortunately, it was after the picture was taken.

"Then I can remember to get this...um...Cheesesteak again."

"Very memorable," you both observed the picture, frowning when Rukia began giggling at you.

"M-memorable indeed, you look horrified!" she almost doubled over.

"It's not that bad," you pouted, embarrassed by your wide eyes.

☆*: .。.  .。.:*☆Another Day☆*: .。. .。.:*☆

"What's this place?"

You smiled at her, "I go to this place a lot."

Rukia sniffed the air as you opened the door for her, "Smells great."

"I don't...I've never brought someone here before," you admitted.

"Really? What about Ichigo?"

The two of you slid into a booth on opposite sides, "Well, Ichigo doesn't know about this restaurant. He was never really interested in going out to places."

"Jeez, it seems like he's not interested in anything you do," Rukia leisurely picked up a menu, twisting it this way and that.

"I wouldn't say that...he just...usually Ichigo goes and I follow the lead. That's how it's been since I can remember," you kindly turn her menu the correct way.

"Why?"

You paused for a moment, even though the question was so simple. Quickly brushing some hair behind your ear, you answer her.

"Because that's...what was comfortable," you sighed, "That's what we're used to, Ichigo leads and I follow."

"'Was?' So that means you're not comfortable now?"

"Not really—Just pick what you like, I'll pay—something changed."

She observed the dishes, "Changed?"

"When you came into our lives," you placed your menu in front of you, "You changed me...the way I thought—"

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress appeared, giving a kind smile.

After getting your food, the conversation topic reemerged.

"How did I change the way you think, [Y/N]?"

"You...made me think about what I truly wanted—no, what I didn't want. I didn't want what was comfortable anymore. I didn't want routine. I didn't want a fixed role. I didn't want to look over Ichigo's shoulder anymore. I didn't want to be...satisfied with those things."

"Huh."

"What?"

Rukia chuckled, "I think that's the longest I've ever heard you talk at one time."

You covered your mouth, "Sorry, did I talk your ear off?"

"No. Not at all—But anyway, I didn't change anything. So, don't give me that credit."

"What? But you—"

Rukia tapped her fingertip against your forehead, "I didn't change your thoughts. You already had them in your head, silly. All I did was open a door to show what was possible. You're the one that decided to step through on your own."

"I didn't think of it that way," you whispered.

She settled back into her seat across from you, "It's going to take some time to truly feel it. When you've been dependent for so long, it's not as simple as flicking a switch and everything's changed. You have to work at it, bit by bit."

Masked| Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader (cancelled)Where stories live. Discover now