whatnots: I'm back! Hm, nothing really more to say so...
dedicated to: Hawaiian pizzas, Kurt Cobain
disclaimer: it's so sad, but Bleach, or any of its characters, are not mine.
. the march .
"Good work, Kuchiki," he says monotonously, uninterestedly, "Thank you for your help. You may go now."
As he said this, Hitsugaya Toshiro only looked up once from what he was doing — when he was dismissing her.
She says a coarse, "Your welcome, sir," but it isn't even the least audible.
Rukia swallows thickly and then she bows respectfully. With much difficulty, she turns around and walks to the oak doors.
She bites her lip uneasily.
I don't want to leave. Not yet.
(Not ever)
Because she is happy here. In this warm room, with the cold captain.
No.
She is happy with him.
She is happy with Hitsugaya Toshiro. Being with him — whether it is only when he sends her on an errand — it is pure ecstasy.
She doesn't know why she feels like she does. She just does.
Love shouldn't be questioned, she believes. Because when you're in love, everything will be happy and it will always be all right.
But this love isn't like other kinds of love. Because her ardent affection for the tenth division captain hurts.
It's that kind of love where nothing is happy and nothing is all right.
She loves him behind a window. Behind closed doors.
Inside a closet.
She loves him with all her being and yet she cannot proclaim it to the world.
And do you know how painful it is to love someone you can't have?
To wantsomeone so intensely that it tears you apart?
It hurts like a million needles being pushed down into your throat. You can't swallow. You can't even breathe.
Unrequited love will eat at the seams of your carefully woven blanket of hope — hope that someday, you two can be together; that the one you just absolutely adore may love you back just as ardently.
If you don't know just how it feels — lucky you.
But if you do— oh, I am very sorry.
Rukia, the thirteenth division lieutenant, she does.
She is in love. So very much in lovewith Hitsugaya Toshiro.
But he doesn't feel the same. He probably never will feel the same.
He doesn't even know.
Because she hasn't told him — she hasn't told anyone.
Because they're different— oh, so different.
She doesn't know exactly, when this started, but it sure won't stop any time soon.
It's just his seemingly adamant teal eyes, it's his white, snow white hair, and it's his silky, velvet voice. It's just everything about him that obscured every single way out of this prison called love.
Rukia grabs the cool handle and carefully turns it.
With one last great sigh, she steps out of Hitsugaya Toshiro's office; walking to nowhere…
…dragging her heavy heart that is begging to stay with the tenth division captain.
let your imagination run amok