Rukia feels like a wild animal that has been defanged, declawed,
tamed and made to perform for the amusement of others. Her powers have
been given freely/stolen completely by the one person who is constantly by her
side. She hates feeling this way, hates feeling like she’s just one of
his little sisters that he needs to look out for.
When she tells him her thoughts, he whacks the back of her head and scowls at
her.
“That’s just wrong.
I don’t think of you like a sister.”
“Really?” Rukia frowns and looks up at him with suspicion.
“Of course.” He lets out a snort before
continuing, “If I did, I could never do this.” He reaches out to her and with a
quick jerk of his arm, her body collides with his and he takes the opportunity
to kiss her hard and sweet.
For a moment they rest against each other, each catching
their breath, before Ichigo howls in pain and curses Rukia for grinding her
heel into his instep.
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.:fin:.
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…it’s definitely not a sister complex…