It's Rukia's turn to be comforted!
Disclaimer: You know already so I won't tell you again. Oh, you've forgotten? Um...ok then. BLEACH belongs to Tite Kubo, not me.
A lone figure sat on the roof of the Kurosaki household, the dark strands of her hair flitting in the wind.
The sun's daily farewell embalmed her skin, making it glow a bright orange.
Another figure with the same orange coloured hair emerged from the house. Noticing the girl, he went up to her and seated himself, a tiny smile playing at his lips.
'Rukia'
The former glanced at the newcomer. She conversed a single statement:
'You look happy'
'We've done a lot today. Lots of souls have been saved.'
The girl looked down.
'It wasn't enough'
Her companion cocked an eyebrow. Without moving, she repeated her sentence.
'It wasn't enough…we still haven't stopped him.'
'Look,' the boy replied gruffly. 'We can't do everything at once. You have to be patient. The time will come.'
Silence. Questionable silence.
In response, in softer tones, the strawberry-blonde continued.
'You should be happy at what you've achieved. You've done something to help stop him, so you should be proud.'
The girl looked up at the sunset, thinking about those words.
'…like the sun?'
Her friend looked at her. She kept her gaze at the horizon.
'The sun shone today. It gave us light. So the colourful sky is to show that it's happy.'
'I guess. Something like that.'
They stayed until the sky went dark.
.blanc.