A/N: Ok, so this is my first Bleach drabble-thing. Let me know what you think!


Kira Izuru was the Sun.

Bright, dependable, and just there. There everyday before most people would ever dream of getting up, the damned workaholic.

He was also quite painful to look directly at. The sickly pallor of his skin, his overall thinness, and the way his eyes seemed to almost beg ohgodsomeonepleaseithurts for relief. It all was quite easy to overlook when seen only by one's peripheral vision. It was when looked at directly that he caused pain. Few ever looked at him anymore.

When the Sun went away no one questioned where it had gone, as it would undoubtedly be back, promptly mind you, for the next sunrise.

The Sun was constant.

However; no one ever seems to remember that the Sun is just a small star in a sea of many, much brighter, powerful stars.

And like all stars, the Sun is doomed to burn itself out.


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