She still remembered this place.

Calm air surrounded her as she walked down the road noticed by the many normal civilians as they continued on with their daily lives. Small memories of walking down here with a certain someone were remembered as if they were still fresh. The sun was finally setting after a long day of purifying Hollows and she couldn't say she had found a more beautiful sunset than the one in front of her. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she remembered another fun time she had with those people.

Laughter was heard everywhere. Groans of irritation and sighs of desperation were also heard, but most were covered by the screaming all of her friends were causing. She remembered looking over her shoulder to look at her friend's face. Her surprised look had almost caused him to lose it.

It's been too long since she last saw Ichigo smile again. Too long since the war has it been since there was ever peace in this town. Too long that he was stripped from his normal life.

Her violet eyes were overlooking the city for any last minute Hollow attack when a small voice came up.

"Kuchiki-san?"

She turned around, half-expecting an arrow in her face, and sighed in relief.

It was only Ishida. No one else.

"It's been a while, Ishida-san. How has it been?"

The Quincy remained stoic but answered, "Fair as usual. What business do you have in this town?"

"Hollows."

The two of them sat in silence as the sun began dropping down below the city.

"He's doing fine, if you're wondering."

"That's nice," she replied.

"Don't take it away from him." She turned around to stare in confusion. The glasses wearing teen walked over next to her and repeated, "Don't take it away from him."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't give him powers. Don't even consider talking to Urahara about fixing Kurosaki again. Let him find his own way," Ishida explained and glanced towards the direction of a small clinic.

Rukia threw a glance of her own in the same direction to see a family of four happily cheering and playing together outside.

He was smiling.

"During the first week, he was nothing. Adrenaline would rush into him as soon as he saw Inoue-san or Sado-san running away in order to take care of a Hollow. Slowly, he got used to it and finally became an ordinary student like everyone else in this town. His grades went up and he took a job nearby to make some money for college. If he would ever need his powers again, he will find a way. I want to make sure you don't make him find his powers and make him another slave of Soul Society."

"He won't be a sl-" Rukia then thought otherwise. He was still a child. The only being that was still sixteen years old on the war field. Soul Society didn't seem to think twice about how they ruined Ichigo's life once they entered his world. Who's to say they will think any different this time. He finally earned the freedom he wanted from an abnormal life. Away from spirits and ghosts and Hollows and people trying to kill him. Away from Kido, Shunpo, Zanjutsu, and other sword arts. Away from friends, enemies, and her.

He's living a normal life. She thought happily, even if a little sadden by the fact that she would no longer be part of it. Suddenly, a thought came about in her mind.

"How do you know he will find his powers again when the time comes? What happens he needs the help of Soul Sociey?"

Ishida smirked and pushed his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose.

"He's Kurosaki. What help does that boy ever need?"

At that, Rukia just smiled and believed in the words of the Quincy.

So yeah. This is where I fail at writing Rukia and her perspective.

And Ishida is there because I wanted to see Ishida somewhere where he doesn't lose his arm. I might do something similar to this again in the future because I don't think I actually showed how Rukia felt about this.

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