Hey i have nout to do so ive been writing alot :D not sure what to do with this one...? enjoy please and here is my seperation line hunterofcomedy ;)
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Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day she dreaded each and every year. The day all the guilt she'd been hiding from everyone, finally became too much, even for her, to handle.
It was this guilt that forced the petite shinigami to look at her hands. Her dirty, bloodstained hands. And no matter how many times she scrubbed them with soap and water, no matter how many times she tried to forget; you can't wash away the past.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of the day Kaien Shiba died.
No.
The day Kaien Shiba had been killed. Killed by her own disgusting hands. She, Rukia Kuchiki, was responsible for her beloved superior's death.
Ichigo knew something was wrong the moment she politely turned down breakfast, but it became more noticeable as the morning passed by: her refusing to look anyone in the eye; always seeming to be lost in thought and it seemed as if she'd been drained of energy.
"Hey midget?" he tried taunting some of the normal Rukia back.
She didn't take any notice of him and just carried on staring into space with a dazed look.
"Rukia!?" he flicked nose, frowning in confusion. She blinked in surprise before returning to the same expression as before
"What is it Ichigo?" he was speechless for a moment – no hitting or shouting at him? No irritated tone? No, she just sounded tired.
"What's with you this morning, Rukia?"
"Nothing's with me, Ichigo." Still that tired voice?
"Rukia, I'm not stupid, tell me what's up!" he urged, why did she have to be such a pain? Couldn't she see he was trying to help?
"I told you there's nothing wrong! Can't you just leave me alone and mind your business for once?!" Now she sounded irritated!
"Hey- wait a minute!" he cried after her as she jumped out his bedroom window.
She'd been walking for a while now,and wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been out or where she was. It looked like some sort of park or field with a few rose plants and tree's. It was clearly night she'd lost track of time pondering over what had happened earlier.
Why did she have to snap at Ichigo? He hadn't done anything wrong and she'd taken her anger out on him. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve any of this! All this shinigami stuff, risking his life for everyone – for her…
It was all her fault! And he'd probably just end up like Kaie-
Rukia stopped dead in her tracks. No. She couldn't believe she'd just thought that!
Blood trickled down her lip as her teeth bit into it out of despair. Not Ichigo, no, never Ichigo. She would never let that happen to Ichigo! She brushed the blood of her mouth and started down at her fingers.
Yes.
This is how it should have been all these years ago. It should have been her blood instead of his. Her life should have been taken, not his.
Sighing she went and sat under a large tree nearby. It was about fifteen feet tall but its leaves drooped to only a few metres of the ground. She looked at the stars peeking through the branches before closing her eyes and leaning back against the trunk.
If only it had been her blood…
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SHOULD I MAKE MORE CHAPTERS AND MAKE THIS AND ICHIRUKI OR JUST KEEP IT AS A ONESHOT RUKIA SORTA THING...? what do you think? :S
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