The sky looked like clouded steel. It reminded her of those things he called radiators, which she had burned herself on that cold April morning. In fact, the sky had been the same color then, and the air had been quite cold for spring. There was even frost on the ground and the windows of the buildings. And she remembered that the cherry trees had bloomed the very next week that year. Apparently, the trees need just the right conditions to develop the beautiful, coveted blossoms: warm, then cool, then warm again. The sky had still been cloudy when they bloomed, the seraphic pink and churning grey fighting at the horizon.
Then, it rained.
All the gutters and storm drains in the city were clogged with the delicate petals, and now heavenly pink and murky brown water fought in the streets and over the park grass…
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Rukia woke with a start as a raindrop smacked against the classroom window. Everyone was on their feet, talking, putting away books and shrugging on raincoats. Ichigo looked at her as if annoyed and equally as concerned.
"Were you sleeping again?"
Rukia rose slowly, the chair sliding back as her legs straightened against it.
"No. Just thinking about things." She glanced back to the window, where raindrops now hammered at the ground below.
"About what, exactly?"
"My brother."
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