In which Ichigo and Rukia are together before she's taken back to Soul Society, and I try to rhyme.
He saw her
He didn't see the false bravado
The shaky control
Or realization that she didn't really know
He didn't see a noble
He didn't see her back straight
Or perfectly prim manners
Even on blistering days
He didn't see the lackluster warrior
Her brother saw
Emerge from her zanpakuto
When she joined the thirteenth squad
He saw her
He just saw Rukia
He saw something she didn't know was there
He saw who she was without a single care
So now she lives in his closet
Her power stolen by a replica of the sun
And she doesn't have to be anything she isn't
She can't say it isn't fun
She doesn't have to be a Kuchiki
She isn't a shinigami, that's his job for now
She doesn't have to keep it together all the time
She still doesn't know how
Or why he looks at her like he does
Like she's the sun instead of him
Like she is all his hope
Like a light that never dims
But she knows exactly
She reflects the look back at him
It doesn't matter until they figure out what's going on
And come get her
That what they're doing is the ultimate Soul Society sin
