We Are Broken
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Song: We Are Broken
By: Paramore
Requested By: leedakay
Exact Request Was: anything Paramore really
Genre: Bleachverse
Rating: T
Additional: The request itself made me laugh quite hard, to be honest, and I had my fun looking up Paramore songs that would fit what I had in mind. The trailers for the Jigoku-Hen movie did the rest and here is my own little Hell spin-off, please enjoy~
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"Where the fuck is that idiot! I can't believe he makes me worry for his safety! Did he fall asleep somewhere after exterminating that low-ass hollow or something! ARGH!"
Kuchiki Rukia was stomping through the streets of Karakura, immensely livid at the orange-haired daikô who had gone AWOL after chasing a low-ranking hollow halfway across town and not returning even after more than an hour had went by.
The rustling of fabric alerted the shinigami towards an alley leading towards the city park, a snarl forming around her lips. "Asshole, don't you dare play hide and seek with me!" With an indignant "hmpf" she followed the shadow towards the park, her glare deepening with every second passing.
That bastard would pay.
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I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
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When Rukia arrived in the middle of the park the figure had stopped its flight, the noble stomping angrily towards him. "You moron! You had me worried sick over you! Why did you just stay away after finishing off that weak-ass hollow!" She frowned when no answer came, and with knitted eyebrows she stepped forward, grabbing the person's arm and turning them around.
Eyes widened. "Who?"
Pale lips morphed into an empty, sinister smirk that could freeze hell to ice. "Why, hello, Rukia-san, we've been waiting for you."
Slowly walking back from the blue-haired man her eyes flashed with confusion. "'We'?"
As if on cue did the space beside the stranger tear open, a tall figure leaving its depths.
Rukia's eyes widened in shock at the lifeless look in the brown amber pools of her partner. "Impossible..."
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With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
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His orange, unruly locks were streaked with strands of white – almost silver, eyes once blazing with hazel fire now flecked with dirty brown and grayish-black as they stared lifelessly into space. Ichigo's complexion had paled, appearing ghostly white under the pearly moonlight.
The black shihakusho was ripped, a thick, silver chain binding his chest and torso like a snake.
"Ichigo?"
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My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this
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Something flashed in his dead eyes for a split second, but disappeared before Rukia could get a grasp on it, the man next to the daikô smirked at her confusion. "We are sinners, Rukia-can. You know what that means, don't you?"
No, that can't be...
Ichigo's swift kick to her side broke her out of her stupor as she was thrown into a nearby tree.
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Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
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A sinner's sword will plunge you into despair.
Before his black sword could slash her chest clear open did she bring her own zanpakutô up in a weak attempt to block.
And sins will stain your soul.
If the sheer difference in power hadn't been enough, his superior body strength would have surely done the rest.
You will lose your mind.
With a startled yelp the Kuchiki was thrown back yet again, rain starting to pelt down on them, drop by drop.
And lose your hope.
She had known from the start that it was hopeless to fight him.
Crimson blood stains your blade.
But maybe she'd be strong enough for the other one.
Drop by drop.
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Yeah
'cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And, oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'cause we just wanna be whole
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The orange-head charged at her again, but this time she quickly dodged as best as she could, the fabric of her robes catching on his blade and ripping her right sleeve apart. Not missing a beat she used shunpo to appear in front of the blue-haired man.
Attempting to slash him her blade was blocked by Ichigo's black one, throwing her back.
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Lock the doors
'cause I like to capture this voice
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Slash after slash was dealt at her and Rukia only barely avoided being cut by Zangetsu, her arms numbing and throbbing as the rain worsened and drenched the three to the bones.
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It came to me tonight
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Sode no Shirayuki got knocked out of her grasp, knees giving away under her weight. Ichigo's shadow cast over her even in the dark park, blade gleaming without light.
He slowly raised his sword at her, dead eyes boring into hers.
The raven-haired woman's breath was labored, panting as she raked her brain for any solution on the matter.
If she failed, both her and Ichigo were as good as dead.
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So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
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"... Bakudô roku-jû-ichi..." Her eyes hardened through her panting, fingers digging into the muddy, wet grass beneath her. "Rikujôkôrô!"
It would only startle him for so long.
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We're at war
We live like this
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Quickly grabbing her blade back up she cast one last look at the struggling daikô, convulsing on the ground like a snake as he growled angrily, her heart sinking.
He looked like a possessed.
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Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
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In a flash she was in front of the blue-haired man, bringing her blade forward to pierce the chest of the startled sinner.
Shirayuki pierced his flesh the moment Ichigo broke free of her spell.
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Tower over me
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The rain from the clouds pit-patted onto the muddy grass, creating a mad drumming melody without beat or rhythm, washing the blood from the blades that lay in the hands of their owners.
A pale hand gripped the black hilt of Zangetsu tightly while the other buried its fingers in the grass and wet earth, eyes no longer dead but still tainted with black and gray as they glared angrily into space, the white-streaked hair plastered to his forehead, neck and cheekbones.
"I messed up, didn't I?"
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'cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
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Black locks were disheveled and equally clinging to her skin as her moist, cerulean irises watched his broken form from a distance, fingers gripping Shirayuki just a bit tighter. "Ichigo..."
"No, I really messed up this time. I can feel it, you know?" His voice was low and barely a whisper, but all the while still audible even amidst the pitter-patter of the rain. She could see his free, muddied hand grab onto the thick chains on his chest and torso, glare filled with hatred and ire as he tugged at them, pain obviously shooting through his body as he suppressed a gasp with gritted teeth.
Eyes dulled over again, hand falling to his side. "God, I really messed up this time."
The petite woman ran up to his side, grasping his shoulders in a tight hold and turning him to face her. "Listen, I'm sure Urahara can do something about it-"
"He won't, Rukia, and you know it." The shinigami jerked back at his lifeless voice, defeat clearly in his tone.
"Ichigo..."
"Just... give it a rest."
A shiver ran down her spine as a black hole ripped open beside them, his hands coming up to her own, skin cold against hers as he removed hers from his shoulders, glancing tiredly at her.
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And, oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'cause we just wanna be whole
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"I'm really sorry," he whispered, before slowly standing up, leaving her to sit in the mud.
"No..."
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Tower over me
Tower over me
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Crimson blood stained her palm as her blade cut through her skin, and the next he knew was the tip of her stained blade come forth through his chest.
"You won't let it go, will you?"
You won't let ME go, will you?
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And I'll take the truth at any cost
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"Never," was he single-worded reply as she poured her reiatsu into the wound, his feet starting to disappear.
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'cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
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"Find me before Kenpachi does, midget."
"Idiot," and against her will a tear ran out of the corner of her eyes as he dissolved fully, the black gate closing.
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And, oh, the promise we adored
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A black butterfly fluttered around her head as the doors closed behind her.
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Give us life again
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Kuchiki Rukia reporting.
Asking for a locating of Reiatsu.
Subject: Kurosaki Ichigo.
Range: Rukongai.
State: Missing.
Level of Importance: Top Priority.
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'cause we just wanna be whole
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Yeah, it didn't turn out like I wanted it to :(
But, well, the try is all that counts, right?