~Curiosity~
-When I sleep I dream of a world like this one-
Rukia mentally shook herself, wondering just why such a simple phrase could disturb her so much. It had sounded almost wistful. But that couldn't be. Arrancars were just like Hollows, soulless creatures without their hearts. They didn't feel emotions, or loneliness.
They existed like animals.
It wasn't entirely known why they fed. Felt the need to fill themselves
No one had ever bothered asking that question.
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"You again!!"
An eye cracked in response. "Oh, it's you."
"Yeah it's me! I happen to belong here unlike somebody!"
"So now I'm somebody." He sounded vaguely amused.
She scowled, huffing angrily.
"Sit."
Indignant but compliant, she sat down again like before, her arms crossed.
The ghost of a faint smile flitted across his face. "You seem angry. Why is that?"
"What a genius. So you noticed." She remarked dryly, prompting a slight luxuriant shrug. "Well. Why are you upset?"
Because of you! She longed to say but felt strange admitting so.
Instead she tilted her head at a questioning angle, glancing at his relaxed posture of a slouch against the rooftop shed. Her eyes dropped to the jawbone that hung around his neck, her thoughts from earlier occurring to her.
"Say…why do Hollows eat souls?"
He was one. He should know.
"How should I know?" he said without even opening his eyes.
She became instantly irritated, "you should since you're one!"
His head lolled her way, his voice came out a little thick almost as if in a near drowse, "what makes you say that? We're not all the same, you know. It's rude to compare us that way. You're also being too loud."
Too loud am I?!!
Rukia glared but couldn't find the right words to tell him what she thought of him.
After a moment of watching him settle down, his upraised arm providing a nook for his head. She began quietly, "I…I was curious about something—"
"Oh Kami-sama. Not the souls thing again. I already told you—"
"Not that, idiot." She interrupted scathingly, "something else."
"Ah well…?"
"The way—you made it seem—"
"Uh huh." He scratched his nose with a long gloved index finger.
"I mean the other day—do you wish you were alive?" she blurted out.
He seemed to consider it for a moment then shook his head briefly once. "No. It isn't that."
Despite herself she leaned forward, curious, "then what?"
He observed her expression then chuckled softly, "I'll tell you another time."
Idiot. This time it was she who stood up and walked away. Not being able to resist commenting over her shoulder, "maybe there won't be a next time!"
"Whatever you say." She heard him reply cheerfully.
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Note: no flames. No idiotic spammers. :P