"Right then, don't mind me--" said the Vice-Captain, scooping the third seat over his shoulder and turning for the door, "--I'll be doing that 'getting married thing' now."
By morning, the new welt down his back is hot, fresh, and violently red-- by night it will be black and sleek, another notch of small accomplishment rendered in nothing but skin and needle thin fang.
It is a strange, strange thing, she discovers: to return to the Academy once on whim, and find a wider-eyed, smaller, skinnier version of herself. A mirror image that had been screaming obscenities a moment ago, holding a dripping paint brush like a sword.
"EVERY INCH, RENJI, EVERY INCH AND YOUR RIDICULOUSLY SIZED--oh."
It is all far more awkward than ever planned.
"Pardon me," says the lady noble, ducking her head. "Could, this student...please tell this woman her name, and where she is? Hisana is most grateful to have found her. She could use some help. With directions. Please."
I adore your Hisana SO MUCH. Also, I like the (maybe?) perspective change in the last line implying Rukia's view of Hisana. The two of them teaming up on Renji and Byakuya would have been the best thing ever.
"Yeah, so. We stand for what? Truth, a given. Justice, a given. ...small animals? ...all right fine but not on Tuesdays. Tuesdays is brooding anti-hero time when the writers decide they want to retool us for that dark image thing that never actually works...all right fine and with an exception for kittens, yeah yeah yeah."
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