She was the moon
And he was her night
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The moment Rukia's head hit her pillow, she was in a different dimension.
She knew it was a dream, had to be a dream, because the whole thing was completely surreal.
There was a long blue road stretching out two different ways, but the road had windows...and there were other rectangular roads floating off in the horizon.
Droplets poured from the cloudless sky, pelting her, cutting through to her skin.
Strange.
Rukia glided her eyes about the freakish world, and they rested on a rusted sword stuck in the ground.
She approached it.
There was nothing else around here to look at.
Maybe it was supposed to mean something. Like, uhm, symbolism, for example.
She reached out a tentative hand, but stopped a mere hair from the hilt.
"Oyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...Ruuuukiaaaaaaa..." Drawled a voice, cutting through the dead silence. A crackling, deleterious voice.
She twisted around.
Her lips parted.
Eyes wide.
"I-Ichigo?"
The figure was bleached white, from its shinigami uniform to its shinigami shoes. When it stretched its lips in an ugly smirk, the teeth were pitch black, matching the outside of its eyes. Its iris was a sickly yellow. Zangetsu's hilt was stuck to its back in a constricting bandage.
It pouted at its older's expression. "Ruuukiaaaa..." It moaned, a fake pout on its once cocky lips. "Why are you looking so disgusted? Why such revulsion?" It lifted a pale hand, and made a little tear line with it. "You're making me sad."
She continued to stare with unmasked repugnance.
Ichigo?
No, not Ichigo.
Flashes of Kaien, body mutilated from possession, falling towards her, filled her mind for a second.
Far too coincidental.
She licked her lips, tried to gain hold of her free-falling thoughts.
She lurched backwards, and her hand flew to her hip, grabbing at air.
Shirayuki?
The figure scowled at her defensive position. "C'mon Rukia. I'm not here to fight."
It crooked a pasty finger, beckoning. "Come a little closer." It dropped to the floor, leaned forward, and patted the ground in front of it.
"Have a seat."
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Ichigo walked home quietly, slouching.
He glanced up at the park, eyes resting on the park bench.
Where are you when I need you?
They turned to the left, towards the playground, where he had first accepted his role as Rukia's shinigami.
You leave, and all this crap happens.
He stepped in the bright grass, sneakers making a squelching sound in the dew.
Why? Is this world not good enough for her?
And his thoughts slowly turned bitter, clouding him, drowning him in the rain.
A/N:
Yosh. Okay. Explanation.
Ichigo's parts are chosen at random, diff parts (and not parts) from the anime that aren't EXACTLY corresponding. That is, you don't have to read the part before to get the current part.
Rukia and Renji's parts are in successive order, both happening exactly after the last. They're my own story, and have nothing to do with the anime.
Hope you enjoyed!
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