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The Images of Rukia

I am a Shinigami

I am warrior, a master of magic and steel.

I am the symbol of a balancing act, the ebb and flow of the three worlds.

I am a guardian, the savior of the dead, and the protector the the living.

I am emotionless, no tears run down my face, no anger creases my brow.

I am merciless, no enemy shall escape my grasp, no evil go uncleansed.

I am a shadow, none shall scorn me for a kill, none shall sing my name in thanks.

I am ice, harmful to touch with unbreakable strength.

I cannot be melted.

I am a Shinigami.

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I am a teenage girl

I am bird, flying all around, staying with the flock.

I am cute, make up on my face and a pretty smile.

I am social, chatting with my friends, and smiling to all strangers.

I am amazed, juice boxes, bunnies, chips and wonders all within the world.

I am self-conscious, I wonder why he doesn't look at me, why he doesn't see me.

I am fragile, that saddest movie makes me wail, the scariest shadow makes me jump.

I am a devil, those who annoy me taste my venom, those who know me spot many bruises.

I am an actor, a mask that only he can see past, that smiling facade.

I am strong, I hide my pain while casting radiance.

I am in love, but he cannot see this teenage girl, to him it is only a mask.

I will always smile again.

I am a teenage girl.

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I am a murderer

I am a monster, who will kill without a second thought.

I am guilty, bearing the pain of those done in by my hand.

I am stained, a mark that will never flee my mind.

I am wicked, I shed tears and pity myself for the pain of another.

I am a parasite, I toke all of he knowledge, only to kill him in return.

I am a coward, whom watched him die before my eyes.

I am jaded, I care not for those whom he loved, they do not matter.

I am death, swift and black, always accused but never blamed.

I am shamed, I walk around with others, yet they do not know what I've done.

I am hated, always looking for the one whom wants me dead.

I am ready, all I want from life is death.

I will kill again.

I am a murderer.

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A Shinigami.

A Teenage girl.

A Murderer.

I am an actor, walking through life, always wearing a mask.

But I wear them so much, I am no longer sure,

What is a mask,

And what is reality.

Who was Rukia Kuchiki?

Was she a shinigami, a guardian of the dead whom had long ago frozen her own heart?

Was she just a teen age girl, smiling to hide her pain, burdened by her love.

Was she a murderer, always at unrest, her guilt eating her away.

What is the mask?

What is reality?

She had gone on so long,

No more can she remember.

But in the darkness of her world, there is a light.

"Oi, Rukia!"

Her entire life is an act, she is a shadow, an illusion.

"We gotta go, come on!"

But there is her light.

And when he smiles at her.

"Yes, I'm coming, wait up Ichigo!"

She doesn't wear a mask.

She is not a shinigami, she has feelings.

She is not a normal teenage girl, her pain has fled her.

She is not a murderer, for she feels no trace of taint.

When he smiles at her, she just knows.

She is real.

Short little one that came to me while I was lying in bed sick. I jotted it down in a note book, and typed it up once I could stand again without vomiting. This is my first time doing something like this, so I hope I did an okay job.