Collection of totally unrelated AU RenRuki drabbles to amuse me in between my other stories. Enjoy.
Assassin
She gripped the gun tightly in her right hand, the left one, at the moment, bandaged and useless. Thank god that the one she could coordinate better was left in tact. Rukia leaned herself in closer to the low window, right arm stretching across her sitting body so she could stay flat against the wall. The perfectly-positioned mirror on the wall across from her showed her the reflection of the slowly-moving limousine outside that was surrounded by armed guards, the very man she was targeting sticking his head out of the sunroof. The mirror allowed her to aim without giving up her cover. Rukia peeked the barrel of the handgun out of the window, moving her finger in front of the trigger.
"Don't, Rukia." Immediately, she knew it was him. He was the only one that knew her well enough to decode her secret plan. So as not to lose her aim, she didn't move her head in the slightest, instead able to catch a glimpse of his arm leaning against the doorway in the mirror. Rukia's eyes narrowed, the tears which she had pushed back threatening to reemerge.
"You know that I don't want to," she replied, tightening her grip on the firearm. "But I have to do it. He tried to kill you, Renji. Tried to kill me." To emphasize the point, she held up her currently-ruined hand for him to see. "You know I love him, but...I won't lose you." She was completely serious, he could tell, even though her voice was on the verge of cracking terribly. She heard him sigh.
"...I understand," said the redhead. He still didn't want her to go through with this, but...she was Rukia, and when the situation became critical, she would rather hurt someone close to her than let someone else just as close(if not closer)be hurt because of her. Regardless of what he thought, he respected her wishes, knowing that her decisions were not simply fickle and rashly-made. This was what she truly wanted, deep down in her heart, even though it was obviously killing her inside.
"Thank you..." she whispered, feeling her heart clench at the fact that he was able to truly understand and respect her decisions, even if they sometimes seemed rash. She refocused her attention on the task at hand, and just before she placed enough weight on the trigger to make the gun shoot, she said softly, "I'm sorry, brother..." The screams and panic outside were enough to tell her that she had succeeded. Renji hurried over to gather her up and depart before they were caught, and finally, finally, she let the tears fall.
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