Forgive me for not up-dating this but I've had the worst writers block for this one-shot drabble stuff….

But I just got randomly inspired and got off my lazy butt!

Aren't ya'll proud of me?!


"Oh wow Rukia you're amazing! How do you draw like that?" a woman asked a smaller raven haired girl with bright purple eyes.

"I don't know…I just love drawing" the girl smiled as she continued to her work, raising her pencil to the pure white paper staring at both her work and the still life of the flowers she was capturing. Each stroke she took of the pencil took live from the flowers that stood under the light of the bright spring sun, glimmering with the dew drops Rukia poured unto the flowers.

Sunflowers that reached out towards the heavens, blood red roses laying on deep violets, clashing with the rare snowdrops and baby breaths. Glittering in the Italian crystal vase dancing off millions of colors, shining through the room. Rukia took it all.

It wasn't that Rukia was a greedy person, it was just that she loved to draw. To let her heart out onto a blank naked piece of paper, to give life to something that no one could see. A portal to a new world that was closed off to many, and ignored by more, as time pasted.

Art was failing. The people of this world cared nothing of the true nature of life, the beauty of the cerulean and sapphire seas, heart stopping emerald and peridot lands that screeched out farther than the eye could see. Light azure skies that would change to blood red and loving tangerine. Everyone was too busy to care about the next best thing they could buy off the internet, what fast and super sleek car to get next no matter how much money when into it, find the latest fashions from the best and most popular places, Rukia sneered.

'This world is rotten' glaring at her paper she stopped and breathed in the calming air, she knew her body better than anyone. While she was troubled she refused to pick up her pencil, knowing that if she was creating something of beauty her mind would ruin it. Right now was not the time to think of the world outside of her own world. Right now was the time to let her heart out.

Holding the pencil onto the paper that stood upright on a stool Rukia continued her drawing, capturing how the light danced off the flower petals, how the shadows crept along the vines and tendrils, how the dew drops sparkled, even how the sun light gracefully tore through the vase, dancing off the nook and cranny spreading it's rainbow colors along Rukia's legs.

Only when she drew, took life from nature and captured it as her own, did Rukia feel free from the quelling pulls of life.


However many people told her her work was even beyond those of the famous artist Rukia knew she couldn't do anything about it. Her life wasn't that of an artist, free to go wherever there heart wanted, free to draw to their hearts content, no. Rukia's life was that of a simple waitress. At the age of twenty, she finished high school but where did that get her? She didn't go to college, her family disowned her, she had no money to her name, but what pained Rukia the most was that this world only cared of her positions. Her status as a human being.

No one cared that she could capture the world in a new light, show that there was true beauty just slightly beyond each persons finger tips if they reached for it. No one cared if she could do any of that, all anyone cared was her money.

Living in New York didn't help any ether. There was too much here, not enough freedom. To much noise, to much hate and anger. She had to leave.

"I can't stay here…I need air, I need a new beginning" looking at her art, casting her dark amethyst orbs at the art she loved so dearly, she knew she had to get out. Out of the state, out of the country and away from it all. She needed to know that there were people who cared. However how would she do it?

"I don't have enough money to move….unless" clenching her fists she knew what she had to do in order to find her realize. She had to sell her art.

All professional artists would kill to be able to sell their art in New York, for the world to see their creations their life done on paper, however to Rukia her art was her life line. An extension of her own being; of her own soul.

Yet what had to be done, had to be done. And so it was. Surprisingly Rukia had sold every piece of her art, gaining more than enough money to leave. Yet now that she was able, how could she?

"I've nothing left...nothing" staring at her empty apartment, her luggage at her legs she stood alone in the bare room. Her life was gone, gone to rich and greedy people who really couldn't see the true meaning behind Rukia's art. The raven haired woman clenched her fists and stared up with glaring misty eyes,

"If I've nothing here, then I have to start over, from the beginning" grabbing her luggage Rukia closed the door to her empty life and looked into the future where hopefully, there she would be able to start again. And maybe just maybe see the true beauty of life with her own eyes and not with those of the hatful person she truly was.


Rukia at the age of twenty five, stared at the landscape of Ireland before her, it's fresh and free land, lush and foreign air, Rukia smiled letting the wind caress her skin, carrying her raven colored hair around her shoulders, and finally letting her single bang rest on the bridge of her nose.

She stared at her paper in happiness, after living in Europe for five years Rukia had started anew. Things here were different from her old life. Here she was living her dream, no one cared for her money, or see what her status was. She was an artist free to draw to her hearts content, free to go where she wished, she had created more than enough paintings, oil pastel, pencil sketches, even sculptures so why wasn't she….why did she still feel that something was still missing.

"I still haven't found it, that true beauty" sighing she gathered her things and headed towards town, letting the peaceful noise of the citizen of Dublin, Rukia let her ears drown in the sound of her shoes clanging on the cobble stone roads. When she stood at her door of her small house, Rukia found that…she didn't want to stay home. Turning around the young woman walked with her things in hand, towards the park.

Seating herself on a bench, she let her eyes close and breath in the fresh foreign air she grew addicted to. When she felt a person sit beside her, prying her eyes open what she saw took her breath away; leaving only her heart racing.

There on her right was a man, but not just any man she saw on the street, a man with stark white hair that seem to shine as if the very snow crystals of winter were held within, his tanned skin soft and slightly colored, his body young and strong under his black clothes, while his bright green orbs glowed as if the very sun were behind them.

Her body moving on it's own Rukia quickly grabbed her sketch book and pencil, meekly asking in broken Irish

"Excuse me" turning toward his left, the man's eyes clashed with Rukia's and time froze in an instant.

"Yes" his voice smooth and rich, his Irish accent perfect and Rukia knew she had found him!

"May I perchance draw you?" she knew it was an odd question she had never asked it off anyone before but she knew it must have sounded creepy all the same. But she had to try.

He stared at her for a moment, his features not giving up anything until he nodded his head, "If you wish"

"Thank you" and so she began, softly she started with his head capturing every little detail her eye could catch, the light ripples of his hair, the laugh lines around his lips, his perfect cheek bone, his strong jaw line. Everything Rukia took. Moving down he drew his chest, the folds of his tight fitted coal black shirt, the crevices of his chest, arm, and torso muscles as they lay relaxed under her gaze. Moving lower still, she captured every piece of the man, stealing his beauty. She wanted it all.

"I've finished if you wish to see" Rukia finally said as she put her pencil in its case, letting the man see her painting, his bright green eyes widen at the sight.

"This-is amazing, I've never seen something like this before in my life" he stated holding the picture as if it were made of the most delicate glass.

"Truly?"

"I am" he turned his attention to the woman and stared deeply into her amethyst eyes. "My name is Hitsugaya Toushiro, pleased to meet you"

"As am I, my name is Kuchiki Rukia" shaking his hand, they shared a true smile and Rukia knew. She had found what she was looking for all this time.


Me- so? How was it? I'm sorry if it sounded a bit…off

But I'm writing this at 3:52 in the morning…because I never fall asleep at night anymore…hahah

But anyway tell me what ya'll think in a review cake?

Thank you!