Godsend
By SMYGO4EVA
Rukia didn't like blood.
And the worse part of it was that Zaraki loved blood.
Whenever she looked at him, the fearsome Captain of Squad 11, she felt herself shudder, ripples of unease and fear stifling through her. The burning sands of blood wouldn't quench his thirst, the flames coursing within him, and she always, always felt the powerful spiritual pressure whenever he was in battle. The taste for violence was equal to love's mirage, seeing something that wasn't there, and finding it only in death.
Just to fill the gaping space left by truth, she wouldn't even dream of killing for mere pleasantries; it might've been the only difference between them. The red stains of crimson would haunt their dreams, but the guilt wouldn't permeate the insides of their brittle hearts. That was the only difference, and nothing more.
The sun would rise only for the souls who deserve it, but Rukia felt that she didn't deserve Helios as one to shine upon her. Neither would Zaraki deserve the fate, but the night was their godsend – to hide from the similarities. The comparison was foreboding, and she still saw them. She was as violent as he was, the godsend of that discovery would be forever mixed.