Decency
. o .
The Hollow struck out of nowhere. She should have sensed it. They all should have sensed its presence, jarring like a winter's wind through a rare moment of calm as their small group sprawled by the river.
They dispatched the rogue soul quickly enough, with only scrapes to show for their trouble. But Orihime's hands were faster than hers (and when had that happened?) so Rukia shifted, hoping that no-one could tell the salve she held out was intended for Ichigo, not Chad, who took it with a slow, small smile.
Hers was not to dote, to whisper, to bleed out her heart through her hands in a golden glow. She was a Kuchiki; such things, she thought in her brother's voice, were just Not Done. There were, even now, codes to keep to and standards to meet.
Troublesome, then, that her heart was only Kuchiki by proxy.
. o .
sabe's scribbles: written from a 30_prompts set; word prompt was "decent." More drabbles may follow, and your thoughts are always welcomed.
disclaimer: Rukia and her circle of friends belong to Kubo Tite.