A/N: first bleach-fic…well, drabble. Yeah thanks to the 40 or so Naruto fillers, in the mean time, I have fallen madly in love with this series (and pairing). This is super-short but there will be more, count on it.
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It's funny how things work out.
Funnier yet, how sometimes they do not, not at all.
So when the three Shinigami are led by black butterflies to somewhere Ichigo cannot go, when the doors close behind Rukia for what may be forever, and when Kurosaki Ichigo lies bleeding in the rain…it all seems very funny in a twisted sort of way.
And who would have thought it would be like this?
And how had he forgotten that it would have to come down to this because he was a stinking human and she was from another world, an elite warrior princess, reigning over death and darkness, and he was just a substitute?
Had he lost his mind, thinking she would stay forever?
(It had never been said aloud, of course. The length of Rukia's stay was always taboo.)
And why did it tear him apart inside, even when all the wounds had healed?
Still, it was funny how you could get so used to someone, even if that someone was half your size, a constant nagging pain, and didn't know how to drink from a juice box.
He wasn't laughing when they took her away though…even though he knew way before it happened that he would do anything and everything to bring her back. Because really, what else was there to do? Her place was in his world where she was not judged for how many rules she broke.
And of course, although the world would still go round without her—as it should, no doubt—his would crumble. Again, this was not something Kurosaki Ichigo would say out loud.
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