Runaway

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A Byakuya Kuchiki & Yoruichi Shihouin

Drabble

-Bleach-

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Original Plot by: Stellar Garden

Bleach is owned by: Tite Kubo


Here, I drive away from all
I've fallen too deep from the world

She watches, with unblemished horror, as he fell down from his pedestal (his regal, noble throne, his comfort zone).

Fear fluttered with great wings, sinking away rapidly into numbness. The ground breaks his fall—bones were crushed from the impact; skin and muscles tore from the force.

His form lay crumpled. Broken. Obsolete.

And even then, no emotion—no pain, no agony—crossed his perfect ivory features.

Fool, to think I could break all the rules

Both of them were always running around in circles, ducking in and out of sight. Always staying out of the other's paths—and yet still meet at the intersection in the end. It was a perfect metaphor, the game that they always play: Tag.

He could never catch up to her, and she would never let him.

She would never let him disappear out of sight, and he would never approve of that.

But as circumstance and years change, their routine melted away and left a ghost of that metaphor. Which remained and grew stubbornly like bad weed (protruding obscenely from the earth).

Damaged inside
Still I act cool

So now, she watches. Quiet. Solemn. Sympathetic.

Byakuya looks up at her, gray eyes flashing. Yoruichi's mere presence added more wounds to his beaten pride.

"Why are you here?"

"To help you, Byakuya-bo."

"I don't need your help."

"I have to. If not, we won't be able to play anymore."

(But the game was finished a hundred years ago.)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run.

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Runaway

By:

Urbandub

[.End.]



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