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It is just another day, with just another rampant Hollow attack on Karakura town.
They arrive at the scene together, both clad in the standard black shinigami uniform. The Hollow is not extremely powerful, but it is not a small fry either. They will have to be slightly cautious.
It senses their reiatsu levels and turns towards them.
Sode no shirayuki is unsealed. Ichigo’s bankai is released. It is a strange sight to behold; her pure white zanpakutō and his black one.
Both of them aren’t about to take any chances.
There is nothing for the Hollow to do but watch as they tango towards its destruction.
The sun is setting when the last of its spirit particles vanish. Ichigo has a cut on his cheek that looks worse than it actually is. Rukia yells at him for allowing the Hollow’s claws to graze his face. If it were any other opponent, his head could have been sliced off. Ichigo points out the deep gash on Rukia’s left forearm and bluntly states that she’s in no position to lecture him.
They are both stubborn fools and their banter is a guise for words unspoken. Soon, the sky is painted in shades of soft pink and fiery orange, and they both stop their pointless argument for a minute of silence.
Then Rukia turns to Ichigo with bright eyes, and his stern expression betrays a small smile. She sighs when he leans forwards and his lips brush against hers.
Really, they don’t need to say anything. She thinks they understand each other perfectly.
“Kiss; a lovely trick designed by nature for when words become unnecessary.”
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They arrive at the scene together, both clad in the standard black shinigami uniform. The Hollow is not extremely powerful, but it is not a small fry either. They will have to be slightly cautious.
It senses their reiatsu levels and turns towards them.
Sode no shirayuki is unsealed. Ichigo’s bankai is released. It is a strange sight to behold; her pure white zanpakutō and his black one.
Both of them aren’t about to take any chances.
There is nothing for the Hollow to do but watch as they tango towards its destruction.
The sun is setting when the last of its spirit particles vanish. Ichigo has a cut on his cheek that looks worse than it actually is. Rukia yells at him for allowing the Hollow’s claws to graze his face. If it were any other opponent, his head could have been sliced off. Ichigo points out the deep gash on Rukia’s left forearm and bluntly states that she’s in no position to lecture him.
They are both stubborn fools and their banter is a guise for words unspoken. Soon, the sky is painted in shades of soft pink and fiery orange, and they both stop their pointless argument for a minute of silence.
Then Rukia turns to Ichigo with bright eyes, and his stern expression betrays a small smile. She sighs when he leans forwards and his lips brush against hers.
Really, they don’t need to say anything. She thinks they understand each other perfectly.
“Kiss; a lovely trick designed by nature for when words become unnecessary.”
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