Things change.

That's what they say.

But things don't change.

It's just the same thing, over and over again.

The future is just the past repeated again and again.

Nothing is new under the sun.

Things never change, no matter what you try to do.

Things have never, will never change.

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"It's strange..." Ichigo began nervously. "I've been here more than once, but I never really looked around...." He glanced at Rukia, who had her back to him.

The two were sitting in the small cube of a room the one who called himself Horse-kun had brought Rukia into. The shattered window above them was the only source of light. The fire had long since died down.

Ichigo reclined in a blood colored armchair while Rukia stood in the farthest corner from him next to the bricked fireplace.

The bright-haired young man groaned and leaned back, hands snapping behind his head in an awkward stretch.

Why isn't she responding?

She hasn't spoken in hours.

Her back was taught, still and communicated clearly she had no wish to be spoken to.

What kind of dream is this?

More like a nightmare..

"Hey, Rukia. How'd you get here anyway?"

Her back stiffened even more, if that was even possible, and he heard her sharp intake of breath.

And she remained silent.

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"What do you mean by that?" The question hung in the air with all the tension of a trapese (sp?) artist walking across tight wire.

Byaukya set his violet eyes on Renji, who cringed at his idol's glance and who looked down into his hands quickly.

"'Easier on you.'" Renji scoffed. "You arrogant bas-"

Byaukya stood, the rustle of his clothing cutting Renji's insult in two. Then he left the room and the door swung closed in his wake.

Renji jumped to his feet and stomped after his captain.

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Orihime sat in her room, hands clasped and knees bent before her brother's picture.

"And I hope, throughout all this, Kurosaki-kun will--"

A knock on her door caused Orihime to snap her head upwards. She turned back to the photo quickly before standing.

"One second, Nii-sama."

She hurried to the door and pulled it free of locks. It swung open with little effort, revealing a tall figure with his characteristic pouting glare.

Then he smiled, keeping his brows knit in its usual tight stitch.

"Inoue. Good to see you."

A/N: OMG I KNOW ITS LATE!!!!!!!!!! AND IM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'LL TRY TO BE BETTER, I WILL!!!!!! AND IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT!!! I'VE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY!!! (huffs, calms down from screaming apologies at computer and switches to pitching salesman)

Please review. It makes me look good and attracts readers, as well as gives me initiative to write. Say anything. I will enjoy the fact you even took a second to comment on my story that has really slow chapters but will improve. I will update every weekend from now on, as long as nothing comes up.

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P.S. Jet Li is a really hot asian as a younger self.