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03 May 2008 @ 09:33 pm
Arashi - even OLDER fic  
Title | Collapsing
Series | Bleach
Characters | Rukia, Ichigo, mentions Yuzu
Notes: Written for the ichi_ruki contest back in October 2005. Basically, I'm sort of archiving some fic while avoiding studying for my finals. Ahahaha. I'm so bad. XD;; Now I realize that "London Bridge" would probably be too advanced for Yuzu to know and sing, but whatever! Plot devices are plot devices and two to three years ago was two to three years ago. Made a couple edits, though.


5

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…” Yuzu’s voice drifts into the room.

Rukia is sitting on the bed (after quite a bit of protest at first, but she won), and Ichigo is studying. She swings her legs, back and forth, back and forth. The crisp sound of a page turning breaks the semi-silence, and she looks at the disguised cell phone.

She searches for a signal.

4

“Ichigo, what is your sister singing?” she asks curiously, bored.

London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady…”

He lifts his head from reading (she can almost see him listening) and says indifferently, “Something in English.”

She frowns and asks, “But what is she singing?”

Ichigo looks up from his textbook, irritation crossing his features, but he replies anyway, “Somethin’ … my fair lady.”

3

Her powers are diminishing, and she reflects how sometimes they were never very strong to begin with.

“With my ability… I couldn’t… become a seated officer upon joining the divison.”

“… I see. You may leave.”


However, she does what she can, and if she can save people from hollows, that is enough.

That is her duty as a shinigami (the only duty she could do for her family).

2

Take a key and lock her up, lock her up, lock her up…”

Painful memories flash in her mind even since Ichigo fought Grand Fisher.

“There are two kinds of battle. Every time we fight… we’re faced with this question: Am I... fighting to preserve life… or to preserve my honor?”

“You didn’t die.” The words escape her mouth without bidding, softly, sadly.

“Be more gentle when you slam the heel of your hand against my jaw, and I’ll be alive longer for sure,” Ichigo mutters, eyebrows drawing together in concentration as he focuses more.

“I didn’t know you were so weak, Ichigo.”

“Oi, who’s cleavin' hollows on a daily basis?”

“With whose help?”

Ichigo doesn’t answer her but grumbles under his breath, closing his book and taking out another one.

Fighting to preserve life or honor, she dwells.

1

Take a key and lock her up, my fair lady…”

Rukia strains her ears and tries to understand.

“What’s with your face?”

She shoots him a look. “Fool.”

He scowls. “Wha--”

“You won’t get a honey anytime soon,” she says importantly, nodding as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“A wha--”

“Precisely.”

“Look here, Rukia, I don’t know what you’re tryin’ to say, but--”

She interrupts, “Can you get me the lyrics to the song your sister is singing?”

“Sure, but--”

“I wish to study up on modern day customs more.”

His frown deepens, and he splutters, “Would you stop interrupting me?”

Hopping off the bed, she moves toward the closet. “Sure,” she says offhandedly, entering the closet and shutting it with a firm thump.

Ichigo‘s irritated sigh reaches her ears. “Good night.”

Rukia stays silent; she knows she will have to leave soon.


(How long does the bridge last, my fair lady? )
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