She walked away
Couldn't say why she was leaving
She walked away
She left all she had believed in.
It was a dark, cool December night in Karakura, the brisk wind of the night coming in Kurosaki Ichigo's open bedroom window. He lay unconscious in his bed, his body wrapped in bloody bandages, as Kuchiki Rukia sat by his side and wept for her friend…and herself.
"Heh, this is a big one," Ichigo smirked confidently at his opponent.
The Hollow was a big one, the spikes coming out of his back looking as if they penetrated the sky. It was one of the largest Menos Grande he'd ever seen, its black, piercing eyes staring down on him.
"You ready for this, Rukia," Ichigo said turning to his friend, her sword swiftly coming out of its sheath. The blade turned pure white in the air.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Rukia replied, as they charged toward their opponent.
The battle raged on swiftly. Black and white moved around the Hollow, cutting off limbs that only grew back and freezing areas that only melted. When the Menos decided to fight back, black and white would soon turn into red, crimson red.
"Watch out Rukia, it's charging," Ichigo yelled as the Menos began to move toward the city, a city of defenseless souls. "We can't let it enter Karakura, let's go!"
A plan formed in Rukia's head as she charged the Hollow. Suddenly, she stopped in front of the Menos Grande and raised her sword. "Tsugi no Mai, Hakuren!" Rukia yelled as she summoned a ray of white ice from her sword. The beam of ice hit the Menos on the head, but it was not powerful enough to penetrate its mask. Then, Rukia jumped into the air, lifting her sword which was about to contact with the Menos's mask, which was at the moment blinded.
The Menos felt Rukia's spiritual power come towards it. It lifted its giant hand and swatted the small shinigami away, her body slamming into the hard, cement ground.
"Rukia!" Ichigo yelled, as he saw the Menos's foot lift in the air, its goal to squash his partner.
Rukia looked up and saw the monster coming toward her but she could not react, pain restraining her movement. She smiled as she laid her head down and closed her eyes, her mind waiting for death. She heard her name being called out followed by a loud thunderous crash.
Rukia opened her violet eyes, to see a fading Menos Grande, a disappearing foot and under that foot, a bleeding, dying shinigami. The shinigami had orange hair..
Ichigo would live, but Rukia would have the regret and the guilt of hurting him, again. She always hurt him. She always seemed to hurt everyone. She couldn't remember one time when she ever helped him. Helped him, or anyone she's ever known.
I hurt Renji by leaving him to go to the Kuchiki family. I dirtied the honor and pride of Nii-sama and the rest of the Kuchiki clan by joining their family. I killed Kaien-dono which caused great pain the 13th Division and brought much sorrow into Seireitei.
I brought Inoue and the others into the life of battle, where they were injured, beaten, and were put on the brink of death many times. Even more than anyone else, I hurt Ichigo. I gave him power which threw him into a twisted life of combat and pain which he could never escape. And it is all my fault. Rukia thought as she cried, recalling everything she's done.
Warm tears continued to roll down her face as she got up from his bedside and went into her closet. She pulled out her old, worn, blue backpack and began to collect her things. She couldn't hurt him anymore, any of them. She couldn't return to Soul Society either. There was no use for her there. She would only be another burden. She decided she would just leave and make no contact with anyone. Ever again.
She tried to write a goodbye note, attempting to write one many times, but could not bring herself to do it as she put on her backpack and stepped up to the windowsill.
"Goodbye, Ichigo. Be safe, and please…be happy," she said without a glance behind, her tears blinding her sight as she jumped from the windowsill into the dark, cool December night, never to return again.
She slammed the door with no goodbye
And knew that it was time.
And now she's driving to fast
She didn't care to glance behind
And through her tears she laughed,
"It's time to kiss the past goodbye."
She walked away
Couldn't say why she was leaving
She walked away
She left all she had believed in.
She walked away.