Rukia Kuchiki did not cry.
Never.
Ever.
Gripping the white Zanpakuto in her right palm, she absorbed the pain that spread from her ankle to spinal cord. It was like a million small teeth chewing at he back. Her eyes shut and the man in front of her softly glared. His brown eyes digging into her figure. Engraving her in a eternal inferno. But she was yet to shed a tear.
"Cry. I'm waiting"
"A warrior doesn't cry."
He once again blasted a beam of spiritual pressure through her stomach. His Hogyoku Implantation was allowing him immense strength, and he could have easily killed the shinigami by now. But something triggered his interest in this frail girl. She wasn't Inoue, she had no power to make him have value on her head. She was not a hallow and her appearance wasn't considered striking. It was her will, it amused him. He began to wonder how long it could last.
"Rukia, I'll make a deal with you. If you don't cry for a entire week, I'll leave the Earth unharmed, but of you sob, this world will be destroyed."
"How..how can I trust something like you?"
His arm extended toward her. In his hand was a shred of glass.
"The Hogyoku."
He shoved it into her right side. The skin swallowed it.
"Your body will have a piece implanted in it, that way I can't use the rest to crush this planet. I'll only take it out if you cry. Understood?"
She smiled. Even with the blood dripping out of all her pores.
"Deal."
She turned awaiting his exit, but he moved closer.
"There's just one thing. You have a week, but every time you think of crying, a portion of your body will be eaten away by the Hogyoku.
And he disappeared.