"What do you dream, Shinigami?"

Caught at unawares, Rukia stared at him uncomprehending. "What do I dream?" she echoed. The dark head pillowed on folded arms, nodded slightly then when she didn't move, added dryly, "sit. I loathe having someone hovering over me."

Her eye twitched and she couldn't resist muttering all the while she dropped down to the rooftop, "you're the one who doesn't belong here. I don't know why I should cater to someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes." She tilted her chin up haughtily, "someone like you."

"Not some thing?"

For a moment she was taken aback and hastily averted her face to the quizzing gray eye that opened and peered at her.

"Hmph! I—I have no idea what you're talking about. You're the one who—"

"You never answered my question." He propped himself up on his elbows and favored her with a long look, "I don't know you, you don't know me. Arrancar, Shinigami. Whatever. However you did interrupt my nap for that…answer and I'll leave."

"Just like that?" Rukia eyed him warily, suspicious at once.

He didn't seem at all like…

"Uh-huh."

Without any bloodshed?

He was waiting.

"I don't dream. I fall asleep, get up and…no."

He seemed disappointed.

He got up, walking to the edge of the rooftop, "I do. When I sleep I dream of a world like this one."

He opened a portal and stepped through, leaving her speechless.

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