i don't get this. you won't either. i don't know.
i don't own bleach.
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His heart is as empty as the tin bucket sitting on the corner near the street lights, three-fourths off the sidewalk and two inches away from the nearest sidewalk crack.
His heart is as empty as the thimble sitting on the nightstand, five inches to the left from the left, and two inches down from the side against the wall.
His heart is as empty as the answer blank on his math homework - which is, by the way, unblemished and unfilled in, surrounded with numbers but none in the right place.
A car roars down the street and knocks the bucket off the sidewalk, denting it - crushing it. Riddled with scars of old halcyon days, the bucket lies forgotten on the floor - old, dilapidated - unwanted.
The thimble ends up in the trash can, replaced by a shinier, hardier, more beautiful thimble. But the inside of the new one is rotten, he can tell. The old one knew all his tricks - from the groove in the hole he always used, to the way it'd stretched to fit his finger more comfortably. The new one is shiny and hard and utterly spoiled. Rotten, unused, bad. He doesn't know which word, but they all work. Besides, Yuzu does all the housework. He rarely uses the thimble anyways.
His math homework is finished, of course. He's never been the one to slack off on homework, but math isn't his favorite subject. The answers feel hollow, cheated, maybe, since he might have accidentally snatched Ishida's worksheet to compare. You know, the one Ishida had finished in class and triple checked already, that one?
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What is he talking about.
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His heart isn't empty.
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He doesn't have a heart.
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She took it with her - when she left.
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by the way -
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- Rukia is gone.
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