Author's note: I'm very, very sorry about the long wait for any sort of update from me. Writer's block is a bitch. Thankfully, I seem to be breaking out of it for the time being. Here's a small drabble I wrote with the prompt "scar", courtesy of the awesome Spice. :)
Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, plotlines, etc. belong to Tite Kubo.
Drabble XI: Scar
A soft yellow light flooded the dark room, casting the young girl in a soft glow. Her loose auburn hair spilled over her shoulder as she gazed, transfixed, at the wounds on her wrists that were slowly beginning to heal. No emotion shone in the depths of her ashen eyes as Shuno and Ayame shared a pitying look with one another. No matter how hard they tried, they would never be able to fully heal these wounds. Not when he was responsible for them.
As she watched her pale skin stitch together to form a thin, pink scar a soft sob escaped the healer. Wordlessly, the fairies disbanded the glowing oval and returned to their place in her hairpins. They watched helplessly as tears silently streamed down the broken girl's cheeks, almost as if the reality of her situation had just come crashing down on her.
Clenching her right wrist, she stared down in disbelief at the faint line that now marred her skin. It was like every other time – he would find some new way to torture her and no matter how desperately she tried to erase the evidence, it would never completely fade. She shuddered at the memories of his claws slicing her skin like warm butter and his fangs piercing her throat, shoulders and breasts. Another sob escaped her as she buried her face in her hands, allowing herself to break down. Just this once.
No matter what she did, she would forever be marked as his.