A/N: Ichigo reflects. Wow this is short.
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2. Many Faces
Occasionally, Ichigo was intrigued by how Rukia could change.
And she really did - she would change drastically, at her heart's desire.
She would sometimes be the regular, energetic teenage girl, spunky and spinning, humming an unknown tune while flipping through a manga or drawing another of her goofy pictures. She would sometimes be the fierce fighter and mentor, strong and wise, back to being more than a hundred years older than him and ready to slap some sense into him.
Then again, she would be a happy companion, walking down the street with him and smiling a big silly grin that made his heart skip a beat. She would be the wide-eyed curious child, gazing intently at something he knew was nothing special, or she would be a furious whirl of claws and fangs, ready to tear something's throat out. She would be the one to spend a wordless moment with on top of a hill in Rukongai, or the one to berate him for worrying too much. She would be the indignant royal princess, or the solemn, silent warrior, or the trusted guide in a dark maze.
She would be the mother to go quietly to at night when the nightmares got bad.
But, thought Ichigo fondly, she would always be by his side. That would never change.
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