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[deathbribes]

Who Ichigo Kurosaki and you
Where The Doll Bathroom
When Day 002
What Ichigo arrives - angry, confused, and generally displeased.

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[bunny_is_better]

That voice. It can't be.

Having been thus far unable to locate clothing that didn't look like it belonged to a monastic order, Rukia rounded the doorframe with her robes whirling from the momentum. There he was, plain as day and twice as welcome, the first familiar face she'd seen since she lost her way somewhere between Seireitei and the human world.

Not that she was going to show it, though for once, it was because she was speechless rather than because she was busy kicking him in the head. Where is his reiatsu?

"I...Ichigo?"

[deathbribes]

His attention was focused on the dolls that stared back on him, as if trying to convince himself that the gaze that had been on his back seconds ago couldn't have possibly been from them. It wasn't impossible, he told himself bitterly, his fingers flexing, curling in to fists at his sides - a much too noticeable sign of the frustration (angry was, perhaps, too strong a word at the moment) pulsing through his veins.

Ichigo's expression twisted, parting in a scowl that seemed much too comfortable on his features. For a second, it looked as if he were about to say something to the strange dolls around him when the sound of an approach caught his ears. A fluid tension rolled from his neck down, body shifting back, preparing for something - anything - that this strange environment could possibly offer. A threat rose to his tongue, instinct by now, and just as his lips parted to rattle it off, his world came to a screeching halt.

That voice - her - voice rang in his ears, suddenly. Resounding in the back of his mind with a mocking

[bunny_is_better]

A rush of conflicting emotions - comfort, wariness, joy, pain, fear - passed through her, and she had to shake her head to get the thoughts to stop. "When did you get here?"

Rukia drew up short at the sight of his face, the set of his shoulders and the tension in his back. "What happened to you?" she asked, all other questions forgotten for the moment. Did he look older? More stressed, certainly; gone was the confidence he'd had a month or so ago, when he'd come to rescue her from an execution that turned out to be a farce designed by Aizen to extract the hougyoku from her.

Tags will be more timely from here on, honest sfjdhgk

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"A few minutes ago." The answer was quick, but careful. Almost as if he wasn't sure he was right. But his concern with it was short-lived. Instead, his attention was fixated on her - on her hair and eyes, her face and posture. How familiar it all had once been and how even after seventeen months, hadn't seemed to change at all. Maybe this was all a dream, simply fueling some pent up desire to see and speak with his former comrades