When she said goodbye to Orihime in the Soul society she was sure it wouldn't be for forever. After all she promised the kindly girl she'd be waiting on the other side in the world of the living. It was just 'who' was waiting for her there that changed everything.
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She stepped out of the portal; the hell butterfly fluttered around her. Instantly she picked up on the very large spiritual pressures of the Espada reported by the research and development division. Her hand tightened on the red-wrapped hilt of her Zanpaku-to, preparing to draw it out. Sudden ripples in the air before her made her hesitate. A long slender-fingered hand, skin white as paper appeared, widening the gap.
Rukia backed up, her breath catching. The owner of the hand, an Arrancar dressed in a white Gi and hakama pants tied by a black sash stared back at her. "Kuchiki Rukia, I presume?" he asked, his intonation deep. She withdrew Sode no Shirayuki, "what's it to you, Arrancar?" Her eyes wandered over his messy black hair, the tips just brushing his white-clad shoulders, his hands now thrust inside his pockets.
"Nothing, trash," he muttered disappearing in an instant. She spun around, Shunpo-ing as he bore down on the left endeavoring to catch her off guard. Her sword glinted as she slashed the air, fingers enclosed around the gleaming surface, hard green eyes glared at her. "Dance, Sode—!" her words halted as the world became black.
The fourth Espada hefted the now inert Shinigami over his shoulder; a mild quirk of a scowl touched his charcoal lips as he contemplated the bothersome task his Master had set him to. Pity they needed her alive…it would have been much easier to kill her then and there.
*******To be continued*******
AN: I do not own Bleach. This idea occurred to me after reading the latest installment of the Manga to come out here in the states…now let's see how it comes out shall we?