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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 12, 2015 20:00:25 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rukia Kuchiki on Nov 27, 2015 13:02:36 GMT -6
"Hollow Existence": Rukia stayed curled up on her side until Koga’s footsteps had receded and the door had closed. Closing her tired eyes, she counted, keeping her hands clenched so she wouldn’t pass out from Koga’s latest ‘use’ of her. Her mind sharpened with the pain. Then, she rose. She wrapped a sheet around herself with pale and bruised fingers. Her wrists were chafed and red from the rope trailed from the bedpost. But the sheet let her hide the worst. Let her cover it in a white facade. As her only protection. Rukia lowered her head, longer hair falling across her face, as a single tear fell down her dry cheek. Only one. After all this time, that part of herself still responded. And she didn’t know why. Just like she didn’t know why she would find the strength to fight the espada again. She sighed. That was a lie. She knew why. Turning, she stretched her hand out and dragged something off the solitary black table. A pin. She recalled what it had looked like. Black lacquered wood framing a dark blue stained glass flower with a beaded tassel. Now, the tassel had broken years ago and two of the six petals had lost the glass. The others were spotted with crimson. The pin itself had been sharpened to a fine point. She’d been wearing it during the rescue mission. Rukia winced as she slid it up into her hair, a thin trail of blood trickling down. And Koga let her have as another means to torment her. Another tear slid dow her cheek. She couldn’t even take her life to escape because she wanted to see him again. Her crimson-haired hero. Rukia leaned against the bedpost, dark violet eyes dull. “Renji…” A voice scratched across her mind, a flicker of a once, vibrant memory. “Rukia, here. Just to make sure I don’t give you something at the same time as I do Kita. I mean she’s my friend, but you’re - well, you’re - well you know- ”
She’d adored his stuttering. Rukia’s hand fisted around the bedpost. “Please, Renji, don’t… don’t forget me.” A set of obsidian eyes flashed through her mind. “Nii-sama…. I…” she curled in a ball around the bedpost, clinging to the fragments of herself, “I’m still here… I haven’t …. given up…..” It was her only mantra, repeated too many times. In a room that only gave her pain. - END RP - "Dusk"
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Post by Lt. Rukia Kuchiki on Feb 12, 2016 15:27:55 GMT -6
"Reckless Action": (continued) "Izuru..?" Rukia murmured, wrapping the warm cloth around her. Her eyes lowered. "Where... how..." She blinked slowly, trying to gain her bearings. She'd been in the dark so long. A bruised hand raised to brush at a long lock of hair over her face. It hurt to move it, but it seemed to get her mind working. The blurry image solidified. "How did you get here?" she finally asked.
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Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Feb 12, 2016 15:42:17 GMT -6
He smiled at her. "I slipped in," he declared. He slowly pulled the haori tighter around her. He didn't want to see any of the wounds hidden in the dark, and no matter what had happened to her, he wasn't the one who should see her body. "Something is going on," he continued. "We might be able to make a break out of here."
"But our collars- And Koga -"
"Since the goddess is involved, I am hoping your capturer is busy as well. Even if he can see the future, he can't be in more than one place. And Kisuke escaped a while ago. He is out there somewhere. I am thinking we will run into him. And if not," he pulled out a map he'd hidden inside the lining of his uniform. When Rukia raised an eyebrow at the tact, he chuckled. "Practice with my old captain. If he felt like it. Or Sojiro." He spread it out.
"It's a bunch of scribbles," she muttered.
"That's okay. I know where we are going. He didn't mark it on here to keep the place secret, but apparently it's a Soul Reaper outpost from centuries ago. It repels hollows. And I have my zanpakuto until the--"
He halted as heat wrapped around his neck and his collar reappeared on him again. "Bastards..." he glared, standing up. "So do I need to carry you?"
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Post by Lt. Rukia Kuchiki on Feb 12, 2016 15:53:29 GMT -6
Rukia’s head lowered again, hand fisting in the good cloth wrapped around her, cushioning her. She’d missed it, but at the same time, the comfort hurt. Hope for a change hurt. It left a crack in her numb walls. She let the fabric go and reached for the cold bedpost. The stark chill helped. It was honest. Izuru….
“Come on, Rukia. You’re the lieutenant of the 13th Division, and Ukitake relies on you.”
“That’s not true…” Rukia mumbled, huddling back against the bed. She didn't know if she could do this.
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Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Feb 12, 2016 15:55:24 GMT -6
“Yes it is!” The bed shook as Izuru stood and looked at her, dark, angry eyes piercing hers. His hands clenched over Wabisuke. He wasn't going to let them win. “Listen, Rukia, you keep the hyper third seats Kiyone and Sentaro at bay when he’s sick. You even do his work on occasion if you can get away with it. You’re one of the few lieutenants with a Bankai. You destroyed Eyes in the Quincy War. Even Byakuya praised you, and before you were here, Renji gave you that hair clip. Your boyfriend!"
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Post by Lt. Rukia Kuchiki on Feb 12, 2016 16:05:33 GMT -6
The wave of nausea that rose up at the motion of the bed faded with that name and title, bringing up bright snippets of memory. They tried to reach through her walls. She closed her eyes.
“Rukia, you can do this!”
She shook her head quickly. She was tired of being hit.
“Don’t stop fighting!”
She jerked, hands fisting in the bed sheet below her. “I don’t want to…” Slowly her hand lifted to the hairpin in her blood-stained hair. With the right pressure it slipped down into her hand. The crimson river slipping into her eye.
“I don’t want to…” she whispered, hands wrapping around the flower.
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Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Feb 12, 2016 16:11:00 GMT -6
Izuru winced at the seeping blood and walked over, ripping some of his kimono. Rukia flinched as he touched her then froze as the cloth settled against the cut over her temple. It made his stomach fill with acid. “Come on,” he whispered, kneeling before her. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Rukia nodded, not bothering to wipe way the tear that fell and mixed with the thin stream of blood on her face.
Moving slowly, Izuru wrapped her in the sheet and haori and lifted her up into his arms. Rukia turned her face into his chest, sobbing.
As an inkling of worry trickled through him at what could happen to her if they were caught, Izuru fled.
Moved
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