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death and strawberry

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Rukia B)

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"Happy Thongs-giving!" @katsu-at-the-bottom

A bit confused, Rukia wasn't sure what to say. This human holiday was unfamiliar to her...

"Uh... you too!.. I think..."

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"You should put the star on the tree." @katsu-at-the-bottom

Christmas Themed Starters | Open

"I'm not sure that's physically possible for me."

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Pet Name Meme | Closed

"Oh! I learned this one playing games with Ichigo and his friends!"

"Nurse Joy!"

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白い死神

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Rukia couldn't help but return the smile Hisana offered at her answer, eyes widening slightly at the meaning that was relayed to her. She tilted her head slightly, curiousity reflected in her expression as Hisana relayed her favorite flower. Was it her imagination or was there an added emphasis in her sister's tone on the meaning of her flower choice?

"Lisianthus..." Rukia repeated, smiling as she said it. She shook her head at her sister's comment about how boring the topic might be for her. "Not at all, Hisana-sama. I must confess... I have been remiss in my studies of flower meanings." She glanced away and muttered. "Much to the elder's displeasure."

Turning her attention back to the noble lady, Rukia watched as she seemed almost in a trance, moving as the epitome of grace when sitting down on the wooden bridge. Hisana motioned for Rukia to join her and she obliged, though with less grace. They were close enough that Rukia could feel the warmth of her sister's body.

Rukia raised a brow in surprise at her sister's request. She averted her gaze, staring into the water. "Yes, Renji and I grew up together. But it isn't a pleasant story to tell, Nee-sama." She turned to look at her sister, violets shimmering with sincerity and concern in her eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you."

she smiled at rukia’s response, turning to look at her over her shoulder, “ a symbol of rebirth, or enlightenment, depending on who you ask, ” hisana spoke clearly, smile still present on her lips, even as she turned away from the other woman again, gazing into the distance, “ it suits you, rukia. i… prefer the lisianthus flowers. they symbolize deep, emotional bonds, usually… between a mother and her daughter, ” her heart ached at the thought once more, that she could never admit to anyone the truth – something that will weigh on her, but no more than it has before, not with rukia finally here with her, within her arms reach, “ i apologize, rukia, you probably find the meaning of flowers boring. being bedridden for so long, i got into various books about flowers and their meanings, supplied so generously by byakuya-sama. ”

hisana began to walk again, fingers reaching out to hold the railing of the bridge that sat in the garden, bare feet against the wood as she walked. fingertips dragged carefully over the wooden surface before she stopped again, moving to sit down with her legs through the gaps of the bridge’s railing, carefully gathering her robes so they didn’t dirty from the water below. the dark haired woman looked towards rukia once more, gesturing to the spot next to her, indicating she wanted the other woman to sit with her.

“ we… haven’t had the chance to catch up yet, rukia, my dear, ”purple eyes met a mirrored pair, that smile still present upon the older woman’s lips, “ come, sit. i… i want to know everything you’ve been through, if you allow me to be so selfish. i… ” she turned her head again, gazing down into the water’s reflection, where her own visage sat atop the water in the moonlight, “ i know i probably have no right to know, given i did something horrible to you, and you don’t have to tell me everything. but i would like to know how you grew up, who you made your family. byakuya-sama mentioned that – what was his name..? abarai-san? he’s mentioned that you two are close friends. ”

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Random ichiruki

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Rukia Summers 🌞🏖

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Rukia frowned deeper, his words only causing the scowl on her face to increase. Fingertips gently yet firmly ripping Ichigo's shirt open all the way down to his arm from the shoulder in one smooth tear. Trained eyes looked the wound over before picking up the can of disinfectant. As a soul, infections were not an issue. But with this being Ichigo's human body...

Without warning and without looking up, Rukia began spraying the wound thoroughly. She caught the grimace of Ichigo's face as she did, now finally meeting his gaze. Violet eyes flashed with anger laced with the undertones of concern.

"Idiot!" She hissed, clenching her jaw. "I told you to take the left flank while I moved right. You shouldn't have taken that blow for me!"

She threw the half empty can back in the bag before holding her hands over his wounds, palms glowing green with her healing kido.

"You don't have to rescue me every time, you know. I am capable, you know."

@rukia-kuchiki-divided asked: "This is going to sting, but we have to clean this."

Gentle Care

Taking care of them...

Of course Ichigo had been too reckless in this recent fight. But then when was he not? He was probably too much trouble for Rukia to be looking after. Yet here she was, pulling him to the side in an alleyway. Both of them probably equally beat up but here she was. Fussing over a gash he earned on his shoulder, blood trickling down and around his fingertips and wrists. Ichigo fought the wince that came as Rukia pulled out her first aid kit. A disinfectant in hand aimed at the outer ridges of his gash.

"I'll--I'll be okay." He assured her with a gentle nod of his head. "Go ahead, spray away. You don't have to sugar coat how much that stuff hurts."

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Cold. That was the first sensation Rukia noticed. She was barefoot, wearing only her nightgown but that was not unusual. The snow that covered the ground was a soft powder that shifted as she walked and gave way to her steps. She had been here before, of course - her inner world. Though she could feel the cold, it did not bite her nor would it cause any real discomfort. Nothing could hurt her here. Nothing except herself.

Strange. Rukia's brow furrowed as she stood still, looking at the barren landscape. She couldn't sense Shirayuki's spirit anywhere. Her zanpakuto normally would greet her. Something wasn't right. The landscape was different, flat and lifeless. Her inner world normally had trees, a waterfall with a frozen lake, and winter flowers. Her brow furrowed deeper.

The snow fall seemed to obscure her vision even with a full moon. A shadowy figure was slowly emerging though Rukia couldn't make out anything beyond the reflection of moonlight glinting across glasses. There was something familiar about their shape… She felt her stomach twist in knots as they drew closer.

Ice filled her veins as dreadful recognition dawned on her. "It cannot be…" Aizen moved forward, clearer now as he smiled down at her.

Instinctively, Rukia reached for her zanpakuto only to find nothing but air. Eyes wide, she took a defensive step back searching for a way to buy time; to think. He waved his hand, his smirk increasing. Rukia instantly clawed at her neck as that dreaded collar appeared.

Not again! NO! She tried to scream but no sound came out. Her fingers scratching and pulling as the red rope seemed to tighten around her neck; drawing in breath became difficult. Aizen moved to one side, revealing the still bodies of Ichigo, Renji, and Byakuya on the snow - all face down and unmoving. Red stained the white snow around them, her eyes desperately searching for the subtle rise and fall of their chest while scanning for any shred of reiatsu.

Nothing. Stillness. Rukia tried to scream, tried to move forward but was trapped, frozen and staring with terror reflecting in her wide violet eyes. The three men that meant the most to her - dead. She felt something break inside her. She had nothing. No one. She was utterly and truly alone in every sense of the word.

Rukia blinked and felt a sharp pain in her abdomen; her feet in the air, no longer touching snow. She gazed at the sneering face of Kaien Shiba, his aqua blue eyes filled with disgust. No. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached up to grip the staff of the trident, feeling the cold bite of steel against her fingertips.

The snow began to darken with red as her blood flowed freely. Panic rose in her chest. Rukia couldn't catch her breath. She kicked and screamed again, ignoring the burning pain that movement caused as she writhed in agony. Kido. Recite a kido. Use reiatsu. Do SOMETHING! She willed her mind and body to comply.

Rukia watched helplessly as Kaien threw her off his trident, her body crumpling on the snow only a few feet away from Ichigo's. Unbearable pain seared over her stomach as she stretched out her hand, reaching out. Her eyes locked on his unseeing gaze, tears spilling freely from her cheeks as she tried to scream his name.

"ICHIGO!"

The sound of her own scream bolted her upright in bed. Rukia's throat was raw. Her eyes were still glazed over as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her nightgown was sticking to her skin, soaked with her own sweat. Her hands immediately went to her neck, feeling nothing but scratched skin. Her right hand moved into her hair, trying to make out the darkened shapes in the room she was in, unable to catch her breath.

Her reiatsu flared wildly, moving at random from high to low. Frost formed at her wrist and fingertips, the bedsheets beneath her cold as ice. The air around her dropped several degrees, her breath visible in the air as she panted. Small lacerations appeared on her cheek, hands, and feet, droplets of blood forming in their wake.

The nightmares were getting worse... Eventually, someone was going to notice.

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How cute is this? ^-^

Bleach: Pomme d'Amour by ~Kisu-No-Hi

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Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “—I need days when I can be alone, to think, to daydream.”]