Author's Notes: Requested Rukia introspective. Pre Soul Society arc.
Eggnog
There were things she was was going to miss about this world. Her time was running out and all she could do was stand there, drinking some horrible concoction that tasted like raw eggs and think about how much she wished she didn't have to leave it all behind.
Orihime was babbling with Tatsuki in the corner, arms waving wilding as she reenacted some crazy story. Ishida stood a few feet away, watching her with a blank expression that somehow said more than words. Keigo was muching on Christmas cookies while Chad watched him disbelieving. And as for Ichigo...
"I can't believe you actually like that stuff," he said incredulously, standing next to her with his hands in his pockets. She smiled slightly, disguising the motion by taking another sip of her drink, wondering why her eyes were prickling.
"I love it," she said quietly, and meant more than the eggnog.
The End