AN: Well…it's be a couple months since my muse deserted me then suddenly out-of-the blue I found myself typing this! It's short, but it's an honest-to-god drabble at exactly 100 words. I love I/R, but Renji's my boy and there needs to be more R/R…there's just so much THERE to work with! Ack! AN getting longer than actual fic! Read on lovelies!

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"…Still"

By: ilikesaddleshoes

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They were on the run.

This was not the time to be feeling like this.

…still…

It was nice to be in his arms.

Rukia glanced at Renji as he ran, aware of how he held her close. She felt small next to him, but safe. She knew when they stood side-by-side that he towered over her diminutive form, and curled up here she was almost swallowed by his sleeves. She hated how her heart beat faster…

She shouldn't need to be rescued!

Were all those decades as Shinigami for nothing!

…still…

It was nice to be in his arms.

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AN: Hope you enjoyed darlings! Reviewers get chocolate bunnies and shoujo sparkles in a can!