I love Bleach. The art is absolutely amazing, and the story is so engaging.
I really love the Ichigo/Rukia pairing, and I'd like to try writing a fic for it. This piece is an attempt at understanding what the characters are to each other, so that I can attempt writing a longer fic later, with proper characterization in mind. Please review if you feel inclined, I really appreciate constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. Alas. I wish I could have Chad.
Ying Yang
By Doskoipanda
He was a boy, and she was a woman.
She was hundreds of years older than him, as a matter of fact. The difference of their life-spans couldn't even be readily categorized. He was hopelessly immature, too angry, naïve and inexperienced. She had seen more, felt more, existed more in all her years than he could ever dream of achieving.
And yet, he looked at her with eyes that seemed to know and perceive far more than she had seen in all her years, eyes that burned with determination, overcoming the sadness deep within.
She was a girl, and he was a man.
He was nearly twice her size, as a matter of fact. She was like a small child to him, no larger than his sisters, even fitting perfectly into their clothing. Her appearance and attitude betrayed her claim of having hundreds of years on him. She loved bunnies, sassed like a middle-school student, and seemed as fragile as cherry blossoms.
And yet, she looked at him with eyes that were impossibly world-weary for a girl of her looks, eyes that housed too much grief, too much experience and not enough of the joyous light that would suit her so well if she'd only allow it.
They were young.
They clashed incessantly. She lived by a strict code of duty, he lived by his own rules. She pulled and he pushed, he went forward and she held back, she masked herself with disdain and he masked himself with anger.
They could fool everyone except each other.
They were shinigami.
They were like a well-oiled machine. She was quick and agile, he was a powerhouse. Her experience made up for his lack, his strength covered her own. He was protective and aggressive while she was crafty and efficient. He would hack their way through impossible odds, and she would see him through every obstacle until she was sure he was safe.
They were concerned with everyone else's safety, and not their own.
Woman and girl. Boy and man. Young and past death. These were the paradoxes that defined them, interwoven into a tapestry of such beauty and complexity that what shouldn't have been impossible was possible. They defied the limitations that their worlds set upon them and stubbornly juxtaposed the opposing elements of their existence. His hot, angry smile and her sorrowful, lowered eyes. Somber black tresses against vibrant orange spikes. Warm red blood on cold white skin.
His live, large frame against her small, ghostly one.
They defied the meaning of paradox, and plowed through its rules and regulations without a moment's thought. So much like naïve children. So much like desperate adults.
Their existence together was a paradox, but they didn't care, for they had a duty together.
A life together.
And a bond so unbreakable that they would follow each other anywhere without a moment's hesitation, from hell to heaven, from life to death, like the shadow eternally chasing the light. A bond that was hot enough to weld them together despite their opposing natures.
That was Rukia, the girl, the woman, the black butterfly of sorrow………
That was Ichigo, the boy, the man, the one who gives all to protect one thing………
Together, they were completion.
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