A random drabble I came up with at 1 in the morning. It's pretty depressing, based on my (not so kind) feelings yesterday caused by a bitchy substitute teacher. That idiotic woman deserves to have her ass kicked by Ichigo! O-kay, I'd better stop ranting about what a shitty day I had.
The scene is starkly lit, brilliance of ice, so bright that it was hard to look at. The glacial blue-white expanse glittered in the sun, hues ranging from frost-white, to opaque, to translucent. Shining deceptively, the ice exudes an aura of stability, firmness. But all of that is a lie. She knows, that with a single misplaced step, she would undoubtedly plunge to her death among chilling black waters.
Yet, she knows as well, that she must continue. For there is no other option. Yes, she will continue. Even if it costs her life. For what is there to live for which remained in this world? All had been lost already. And in the process, she had thrown herself away. She couldn't turn back.
Creeping, ever so slowly, her steps as light as the feather-white snow spiralling down around her. Across the treacherous expanse of ice.
Raising her head, the girl looks towards the horizon. All she can see is the endless expanse of white. There are no landmarks, only the constant monotony of the glowing ice. At the same time, the girl noted that the field of ice, however slippery and instable it was, was beautiful under the sun.
The sun. Something hidden stirred inside of the girl. Black sun, White moon. How long it had been.
And through that time, she had been constantly running, never allowing herself to stop. Even when it felt as though she would collapse down, onto the ground and weep for weariness, no. Even then, she had not allowed herself to stop. Not even once.
The days of the Sun and Moon were over. The Rain was gone too. How she had missed the rain… loved it, yet detested it at the same time. Because the rain soothed her, allowed her to briefly reminiscence into the past. At the same time, the rain brought back achingly painful memories. Memories, that if she had had a chance, she might have wanted to have forgotten. Now, she would do anything for those memories. But she can't.
The irony is almost humorous.
And as she continued along her way, alone on the vast plain of ice, finally. Finally, she could see the end. Barely catch a glimpse of it. A black speck, in a wonderland of icy blue.
At the sight of that point silhouetted somewhere in the horizon, her spirit flickers. Shoulders straighten and footsteps accelerate. Her eyes burn once more in glacial fire.
She knows her purpose. Nothing will deter her, for it has to be done. If it is not, then she would not be able to rest. Her soul would not be able to sleep. The core of her being would be violated. They will remain un-avenged.
For Kuchiki Rukia has thrown herself away for the sake of revenge. Vengeance would not bring them back. Even so, it had to be done. For the sake of the world. For the sake of herself. For the sake of them. For the sake of their hearts.
Kuchiki Rukia would have her revenge.
She had nothing to fear, least of all death. It had all been thrown away. So long ago, that even the a memories had faded.
She, Kuchiki Rukia would continue on her path. Go where it willed, where it led her.
And For the sake of revenge, lead her on to death.
I'm uncertain as to whether or not I should continue this fic. I'd like to, but honestly, I don't have much inspiration for this. It's sad, but oh well. Maybe I'll revive it later :)