Author's Note:
I hate being a woman.

But I love all of you. XD

Pray with me that it continues to snow where I am, so I can experience another beautiful snow day. SAAAVE ME, JESUUUUUUS!


Theme #29
Hands


There was something oddly nostalgic about the training grounds that Rangiku had adopted as her own. What it was, she was unsure, but it made her feel uneasy. It made her feel as though someone was watching her. Once she began to focus all of her spiritual energy into her palm, however, all else was pushed aside.

It had been about two years since Gin entered the Academy. She hadn't seen him since that night he left, but even if he had dropped in on her, she probably wouldn't have been able to bring herself to see him.

She was still too weak. Until she was strong enough to get into the Shinigami Academy, she didn't deserve to see him.

"Ai yaaa..." Groaning in exhaustion, the strawberry blonde fell against a tree trunk, sliding down to the ground. The entangled, bothersome mop of hair was thrown up into a messy bun on top of her head, the sleeves of her yukata were rolled up to her elbows, and a mixture of sweat and dirt were caked on her aching body. Four hours. She had been at it for four hours – and yet she was convinced that even that wasn't enough.

She looked down at her dirty, callous hands. Like ever other citizen in Rukongai that had to fend for themselves, she had the hands of a worker. They weren't smooth or beautiful, as most girls' that looked like her had. The supple hands that only held the most tender objects, stroked the smoothest fabrics, and held the most delicate antiques. Her hands had been like that at one point; when Gin had refused to let her do anything. And now she was doing everything, with training on top of all of that.

When she looked at her hands, she envisioned a pair of white, bony hands, covered in callouses and scratches.

She smiled. She loved her hands.


Word Count: 317

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I HATE BEING A FEMALE! DDD: