This is my first ever fanfiction :O Read and Review, please!
I do not own Bleach. REPEAT. DO. NOT. OWN.
There is no hope now, none. She knows this, yet a part of her wishes her life could have been something more. Dust blows around her, covering her, the hard ground biting, rough and uneven like the jagged fissures on a rock. She keeps walking—it's futile. Where are you going? A voice whispers in Hisana's mind. In her arms, Rukia shivers.
She takes off her worn cloak, wearing nothing but her pale yukata now. Everything she owns is worn out, and the cloak is a pitiful thing, old and faded to an almost grey. Worth nothing. A mere shadow of what once was beautiful. Just like you.
She wraps the cloth around Rukia. Again, it's not much, but will keep her from freezing. It's getting colder as the day drags on. What about you? You'll freeze, but it doesn't matter as long as Rukia is warm. Hisana sighs, and wraps her arms around her, pulling Rukia closer. Hunger gnaws at her. She thinks—always the same thought—but who will take care of Rukia if she's not there? In this place, people carry out their mundane lives, always wanting more, to laugh, to sing, to think about other things than just— survival.
In this place, Hisana often wonders what she did wrong.
A sharp rock juts out in her path, not seeing it, she trips…..Twisting frantically to protect Rukia. Falling in the dust. Struggling to breathe…..Rukia's fine. That's all that will ever matter. The men watching are blank faces, dull eyes. Survival. They're seeing if she's too weak to go on…..If it's safe to take her possessions. Even then, they'll be disappointed. She never had much to begin with. But Hisana stands up, just like she always does. Swaying from exhaustion, her back aching…..Her foot is bleeding…She continues on…to nowhere, she supposes. "Hi….sana?" Rukia's small voice trembles, cutting through her thoughts, harsh reality reappearing. "Hungryyy…" Hisana's heart sinks.
Suddenly, she spots a bright splash of colour on the dusty ground. Captivated, she runs toward it. It's a dirty, thin paper book, lying forlorn and out of place on the street. She kneels and slowly picks it up with her free hand and carefully wipes some of the grime off with her sleeve. The Adventures of Chappy the Rabbit emblazoned cheerfully in eye watering shades. A white rabbit, poised to save the day, expression comical. For the first time in a long time, the corners of Hisana's mouth curve upwards ever so slightly.
"Look, Rukia. Look at the cute bunny."