A/N: Shadow-did-not-reply-to-my-extension-request-so-here-is-my-story TT^TT It's 9:45 by my time, Shadow, so not late~*might be later when I submit thou* I hope you like. It's too short and choppy to be good, but I don't wanna be kicked out of the contest—want a chance to stay in. :/ Hope you…enjoy? UkitakeXKiyone; for a Bleach writing contest; oneshot.
Have you ever wanted to jump as high as you can just to find out how hard you hit after the fall?
That's what Kiyone felt as she watched him wrap his arm around her shoulder, a smile appearing on his face—not a polite one, but one of true happiness.
Oh, how she wished that woman he was smiling for could be her.
Her sister's taichou was a beautiful woman, Kiyone knew that. Kiyone respected her as well, even liked her. But the resentment; the envy; the anger she felt towards the woman when she was with Ukitake could not be stopped by any respect or friendship.
It felt as if there was only enough water to fill one glass, and Kiyone wished to be the one who drank from that glass of water.
Kiyone did not appreciate that her taichou was now late to the office each morning, and what scenes were left for her imagination to create. Sentarou had continued to argue with Kiyone about their level of respect for their taichou; but as he met the continued silence to his accusations and insults, he learned to keep quiet.
As the caramell-haired girl walked slowly around her room, tracing her fingers silently along her dresser, she stopped at a small display of dolls: Isane, Ukitake, Unohana, Sentarou, and herself. Her thumb made its way towards the 4th division taichou's figure.
This is the deep breath before the pain.
Her flesh moved against the fabric and string; one bead-eye visible before Kiyone's thumb concealed it. The motions were repetitive. Kiyone's thumb moved repeatedly against the delicate puppet as her anger grew and calmed.
The face tore.
A/N: This came out worse than I'd expected. :/ Well. Anyway. That's it. Hope you liked ^^ Reviews would really be appreciated :heart: