I AM SORRY! I have not updated in forever. I finally got my life together to go back to writing things that waste my life about totally awesome things that I spend my life on (Example: This fanfiction I am writing about The wonderful BLEACH that I DON'T OWN no matter how much I wish I did and not TITE KUBO) And with that final word I will present to you my minature offering...
RUKIA POV
The body in front of her was not Ichigo. He was not the person who should be looking through those eyes. The eyes stained with black and gold. He was not the person that she knew. He was a stranger. A weak boy shivering under the gazes of people he knew but never met. People who could welcome him as a savior or kill him on the spot. She felt a tug at her soul. Pity. If you grew up in a world full of strong people where in the gates, even the weak have a place. Out of the gates only the strong survive. Pity was a stranger. A stranger like the being standing in front of her. She was small and childlike at times but knew a serious situation when she saw one. She put on a large smile and nodded.
URYUU POV
I hate shinigami. You could say that I used to hate them with all my heart and now I hate them with most of it. You could say that but it wouldn't be true. If I hated shinigami with all my heart I would need several more hearts to hate hollows the way I do. Now to see a shinigami possessed by a hollow that seemed to be themselves, I don't know if I feel angry because Kurosaki was one of my closest things to friends, or angered because something I hate just became something I hate more. In either of those situations though, I could never imagine myself smiling at said hollow and accepting. Couldn't Rukia see? Danger. It's dangerous, people! Sure he seems weak and pitiful but I suspected such a well known member of the Gotei 13 should have more common sense than simply trusting every enemy that seems to be weak. Everybody is quiet. It is like they are contemplating the situation. There is nothing to contemplate. I can understand if Renji is having a hard time processing but Inoue knows that's not really Kurosaki. I can tell though that they will agree with Rukia. I push my glasses up onto the bridge of my nose and turn away. "Good luck with your hollow friend Rukia. I have more important matters to attend and would not like to be involved in the cause of your demise. Good bye" I say and stalk out of the room.
THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY EXTREMELY SHORT ENTRY. I am horrible at writing long fics. I am still fairly new to this and suggestions for things that might happen at some point in this story when I am able to write long scenes without overexplaining and not being able to write more. I WILL UPDATE SOONER THAN LAST TIME! At that note I will leave you. XP