A very, very short one-shot from an Idea I got in math class.
Some days, Rukia just sat alone in the fields of Rokungai. No one was going to attack her. It wasn't even a possibility. For those few souls who had managed to stay out of Ichigo's little invasion, Rukia's incriminating stare would scare them off.
And for those drafted by Ichigo's pure sense of direction and leadership, a trait he didn't even know he had, they would not dare touch anything they had worked so hard to save.
The sun bathed this particular field, that Rukia would so often waist her time it. There where no trees for a square mile, so the birds where scarce. There where only butterflies. This field was one of the only places where you could find butterflies that weren't black. Rukia called this place Hakucho. White Butterfly.
Clash!
"Hurry! Hurry! Move!" A voice from the forest was yelling at the top of his lungs. Rukia shifted. This could be bad.
"Help! Hel-!" A scream.
"Aki!"
There was silence for a full five minuets. Rukia started to walk in the direction of the yelling. If anyone was alive... but what if they where shinigami?
'No', Rukia thought, 'they sounded like rouges.'
But she should still help them. She could always help.
Three corpses lay at the edge of the clearing. This was Rokungai, after all. Someone has to get killed. It was the quota.
The first was a man, middle aged with long hair. The second was a woman, blond, and next to her was a man with short hair. Rukia bent down next to him, and discovered that he wasn't dead, after all.
The man started to gasp, and he soon found his ability to breathe. He looked up at her and said, "Is… she dead-d?"
Rukia looked at the woman next to her. Her head was resting firmly on her hips. Someone had cut her in half!
"She... She is dead." Rukia nodded.
The man made a choking sound in the back of his throat, "I'm going… to die soon. I can f-feel it" His voice was like a whisper.
When Rukia had been training to become a shinigami, she had been trained for things like this. When your comrade is dying, and there really is nothing you can do for him, ease the suffering of death. Talk to him.
"Who was she?" Rukia asked.
"Aki." He said, as if that was the only way to describe it, "W-we where gh-going… to get married..."
Rukia nodded.
"We... where going to... then that b-bastard tired to… st-steal her." The man started coughing up blood, "I-I killed him." A bit of pride shown from him. At least he had avenged her.
Rukia nodded, and put the man's head in her lap.
"I kill-killed him. But... he killed m-me back-k." He continued to cough. He gave one ragged gasp, and was dead.
"Good bye." Rukia smiled, and closed his eyes.
"So." Renji finished the rest of his paperwork as Rukia walked in, "find any interesting flowers?" Renji often made fun of Rukia's weird flower-picking get-always.
Rukia looked at him, and he noticed the blood smeared on her kimono. Before he could ask a question, she collapsed in tears.
She had never learned the dead man's name, but in her head, he was Kaien.
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