Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Rukia stared at the thing in front of her. It stood with its back to her, oblivious to her terror. Of course she knew of Ichigo's Hollow but to see it's destructive nature for herself was something else entirely. The Hollow was powerful and wild and dangerous.
There was no trace of Ichigo in any of its features.
Despite the fact that it had just saved her life by putting itself in front of Oko Yushima's attack, she was very much afraid. The thing turned around to look at her.
She couldn't tell what expression it had on Ichigo's face because of the mask; but she could see the eyes. They were very intense and staring directly at her. Shivering, she backed up instinctively. Then it spoke.
"Don't worry, Rukia. We would never let you die."
The Hollow's voice was a strange sequence of Ichigo's and something else... something twisted.
She didn't know what was more disturbing, the possessiveness in the its tone or the fact that it knew her by name. Hours later, she couldn't help but wonder what else it knew about her.