Imaginary: existing only in the imagination, unreal, fanciful.
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She never had thought of herself as being a fanciful person. Her mind was sound, her reasoning justified, her strength average. The sword she carried was claimed by everyone to be the most beautiful in all of Seireitei. Surely the beauty of Sode no Shirayuki was encompassed by her wielder...yet Rukia never thought so. No one had ever told her in so plain words as he; that she was beautiful.
He had been her enemy for Gods sakes!
Not even someone whom she could ever have anything with...but then, she'd think back to that day. To that single encounter foremost in her mind: A cool autumn wind blew, whipping the singular colors of black and white, silhouetting them against a backdrop of a lake. The war had ended and time had trickled by, Ichigo had gone back to his normal routine, worrying about school and being a deputy Soul reaper. That day, a report had come in of a medium to low spiritual pressure east of Tokyo, near the base of Mount Fuji.
Thinking she'd help him out, she left her Gigai behind and Shunpo-ed to the area. Crystalline water glistened blue, the depths unreachable. Captivated, Rukia hadn't noticed him approach. Cold eyes appraised her and then raising her head, she saw him. Standing not five feet away, dressed much as he'd always been in a white jacket, coattails fluttering out and hakama tied by a black sash.
Quickly she withdrew Sode no Shirayuki, her mind assessing the situation. he hadn't moved, threateningly or otherwise. He simply stared at her with those large green eyes, animal like intelligence reflected in them. Rukia turned her sword counter clockwise, whispering the command, "Dance, Sode no Shirayuki." His expression didn't change as her blade became white and a ribbon curled outward.
"Dance number one, Tsuki--"
"I see I was mistaken in my assessments before. You are quite beautiful to be living among the trash."
"Wha--?!" her jaw fell open, her violet eyes widening in shock.
The green-eyed Espada cocked his head at her, something resembling a faint smile curling his dark upper lip. Ridiculously she felt herself starting to blush, Shirayuki's blade going lax in her hands. Ulquiorra slipped one hand from his pocket, half-turning away, "you will be mine."
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He'd disappeared then. And now she convinced herself, it had all been a dream. Imaginary, unreal. The product of a stressed mind and too much sun. So she told herself. Her eyes scanned hurriedly down the reports of spiritual pressure in the world of the living, retrieved from the Research and Development Department. She alighted on the ones for that day...
The paper fluttered to the floor, her mind going numb. For there in black and white was the mark of two pressures recorded at the lake near Mount Fuji, hers and someone else's...
~~~Finis~~~
A/N: Don't own Bleach :P reviews are appreciated :) goodnight.