Hello it has been so long! Maybe last year ^.^ if you get my drift HOWEVER! I have an excellent excuse and that would be I have no internet whatsoever and cant post anything T.T. ANYWAY I think I'm going to start I new story. I KNOW! Its so hard to keep almost 4 storied alive but I try. Im sorry about The Shattered Ones chapter 3 is getting really sticky and slow like molasses so I have to edit somethings maybe even restart.

Thinking

"talking"

Zanpakou

Hollow

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In the dark coldness of the night a lone figure stands up top a building looking into a window just across the street, the pain and stock of it all was flowing from her eyes and down those alabaster skin. A note clenched tightly between two tiny fists where losing their grip, shaking like the leaves in the wind.

Nothing could really be seen in the window, but when you've been dead for over 60 or more years and are mostly active at night, you tend to gain what others can not. In between the sliver of space of the curtains where two humans, One man , the other woman. It was not hard to guess what had transpired a few hours or even minutes ago.

They both lay bare for the world to see, cuddling and hugging each other for the warmth and loved they now shared. It was not hard to spot the orange mess of either of them. There was too much orange for her taste, they were too happy for her heart.

Rukia know she shouldn't be feeling the feelings she did at that moment; sadness, loneliness, heartbreak and worse betrayal. That feeling of betrayal was the worse one. Her and Ichigo were not together, it was a one-sided relationship really. But it was there, making her whole body numb.

After everything in her body seemed numb except the only thing she really did want numb, came the anger. Not the anger towards the boy she loved, nor to the beautiful girl next to him. It was towards herself, such anger, such pain it was unbelievable all these emotions could be contained within one body.

Turning her face away from the window and down to the note that was being loosely held in her hands, What am I to do now? She could not go back to Ichigo and his family, she couldn't stay in his closet anymore knowing just outside it was him and her. Thinking through every option that could possible be done only one kept popping up.

Floating down to the street in front of the kurosaki clinic, Looking at the house for most likely the last time she wrote one last thing on the note and slipped it under the door. Turning away with tiny tears in her eyes she refused to look back. But she did, so many memories where held here. What would have happened if she never came and interfered with Ichigos life? Would he have been with Inoue sooner?

Rukia did not want to think about it now.

The trees of the forest, the full moon above, everything seemed serene and calm. Her foot steps where silent and light while stepping over roots and rocks. Rukia had no idea where she was going but she wanted to get away awhile before she went back. Back where though? Sitting on a flat rock in front of a large pond the moon made it shimmer silver. Thoughts were going a thousand miles per hour in her head, it made a headache promised later.

Do you love ichigo? Yes. Does he love you back? Apparently not. Could you possibly change his mind about Inoue? Why would I stoop to that level. Then what now? I don't know. Will you go back to him? No. Then what is the point of lingering around? I don't know.

That was mostly the answer for most of the questions; I don't know. She didn't though, she never had these feelings for someone before and then have them crushed unintentionally or intentionally. Rukia was so lost in what to do. She did have a plan but to put that plan into action took to much toll on her heart and mind.

So caught up in her own thoughts rukia took no notice to the shadow behind the trees, watching her silently, She took no notice till it was on top of her, claws ripping into her clothes blood running from the wounds. Screaming from the shock and pain she tired to reach for her soul candy in her pocket. Rukia cursed herself for not dropping the flux body at uraharas long ago. Cursing herself for not noticing the spiritual pressure of the hollow.

She was sick with her self, she was no shinigami, she was a broken hearted woman with no sense of self. She dared not call herself a shinigami for the shame.

The pain was so much it almost made her pass out, she knew not how long she was there screaming for help, even calling the one named she swore never to call again. Her throat hurt, it was raw. The hollow was licking away the blood from the wounds it created, opening more wounds for more blood. Rukia knew this was the end, It was a vampyre hollow, it slowly sucked away all your blood till your barely alive and then it will eat you slowly of course, savoring everything of a shinigami.

But she was not. Hair soaked with blood, ribs broken, skin showing bone and veins, No shinigami should look like this, ever. Everything thing that happened that night, it made her so very tired. Closing her eyes and hoping for the last time that someone, anyone would come filled her soul. She knew she was not worth it, but she could still hope. It was the only thing that should could do.

Things were silent in rukia's ears. Not even the sucking sounds from the hollow disturbed her from falling asleep. She gave up hope a while ago, her thoughts betrayed her on hope. So she gave up and waiting for death, light was behind her eyes, she guessed it was almost day break, what a beautiful sunrise it would be. Rukia wanted to see it, one last time to give her closer I guess.

Taking the last of her strength she was preserving she willed her eyes to open. The sit that greeted her was truly beautiful just was she had guess. It was blood red, stars were will visible and so was the moon, that was what really caught her eye, silver with tints of red. They were lovely. She wanted to reach for it, but her arm was not cooperating. Stupid arm.

Keeping her eyes open for as long as she could, rukia realized that the hollow was not next to her, in fact she couldn't even see it. Where did it go? Why did it leave me? Am I going to die really all alone?Straining her ears to hear anything, even the tiniest twig snapping. What rukia did hear though was louder then a twig snapping and it amazed her that she didn't hear it sooner.

It was the sound of a sword and a hollow screaming. Was someone fighting? Is it the hollow that was going to kill her? But who is fight it? Laying there in her own blood she continued to strain for something to identify the person who was, maybe, trying to save her. Was it ichigo? Was it some random shinigami on patrol? Rukia could not tell, they were moving further away from where she was.

She was surprised that she was till alive after all the blood loss and wounds that she was still able to keep her eyes open, not able to move yes, but alive. Her hair was now becoming crunchy, her blood was drying, maybe her wounds were also crusting over and stopped bleeding? If so she would survive.

Moving her head to the side to look across the lake, there at the bank stood a figure in black. Eyes widened for both figures. Rukia was ready to scream for joy this time. A familiar face in her hours of darkness. The figured clad in black jumped quickly over the pond in next to rukia, bending over and checking wounds and anything broken.

Rukia just couldn't contain the smile that didn't leave her face, she was so glad someone was hear, weather it was for her or not, she would either A.) not die alone or B.) survive and to much of her relief it was most probably that latter one.

"Rukia, Oh my god! What happened! Why are you alone? What were you doing? God look at all this blood...Hold on ill get them healed right away." Said a feminine voice. It washed over rukia's body and made her eyes tired again. She knew she should say something back to not make her worry, but her voice box was probably broken from all previous screaming. Still keeping the smile of her face to keep the older woman calm, her eyes finally closed and rukia fell into a deep sleep with one final thought in her mind.

Thank you Matsumoto.

TaDa I usually try to do 4-5 pages for each chapter, so this one was a little on the short side, but I do have a problem with stretching things out so I wanted to end this quickly before people got bored.

I am I fan of ichiruki so please don't think that I think that ichigo is a cheating bastard cuz he is not, its just with other fanfic not involving them I like to have him do something to upset rukia.