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-Blues of the Butterfly, Chapter I-
It came to be almost a year since she had arrived to the academy. Short of twelve months since she had stopped aging. Such a thing had confused her, and Renji was not around for her to inquire an answer of him.
She remembered asking about that, to one of her classmates, a boy sitting next to her. He had explained that the aging process retards in Sereitei and in parts of Rukongai.
"Where are you from, Rukia san, that might explain why?" had asked a girl behind them. She had her elbows propped up, her limber fingers tented, her chin resting thoughtfully on them.
"Inuzuri," she had answered, not liking the way the girl's gaze fixed on her. She had eyes that warned of danger.
The boy looked severely interested. "How long where you in Rukongai, Rukia san?" he asked. "What do you remember about the human world, I've never been there?"
Of course he hadn't. He had been born in Sereitei, in Soul Society. To a noble family.
She had answered that she had lived in Inuzuri for as long as she remembered, and that the old lady that had cared for her had informed her that it was so since she had come to Soul Society as a baby. Hence, she knew nothing of the human world apart from what she learned here.
"How old are you then, Rukia san?" had asked the girl, and she could have sworn she'd seen a glint amidst yellow-green.
She had a vague idea of her age, as it was marked by death, and she knew the thing well. The old lady had died when Rukia had been in this world for about four years, she was alone for one, she had met those boys the following year and spent ten years surviving with them.
"Fifteen," she said.
"Wow!" exclaimed the boy. "You're so young, Rukia san. I'm almost fifty, what a difference."
"Yes," said the girl, "I'm around that age as well."
"When did you slow?" she asked.
"We grow normally, but begin to age slowly once our reiatsu awakens. I slowed at seventeen," explained the boy. "You've stayed the same for a year because you left Inuzuri and came here since that time."
"But it makes sense," said the girl.
"Does it, Shihouin san?" asked the boy.
"Yes. You see, Soul Society's natural law lifts the standstill of aging in districts like Inuzuri," she began.
"Really," said the boy. "And why is that?"
The Shihouin girl, smiled and leaned to whisper something in his ear. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder.
"Ask Rukia san," she said. "I'm sure she's figured it out by now."
He looked to her eagerly. "Why, Rukia san?"
Now she understood, Rukia now knew why, thanks to this girl. "Because," she said softly. "It is more merciful to die sooner, then live slowly, in a place like that."
--
The year was ending, and since that conversation the snide remarks came;
'She's from Inuzuri, did you know?'
'Inuzuri! You must be joking. What is that kind of alley garbage doing in our school?'
'She should go back, the likes of her do not belong here.'
Where before she had been a bit quiet because she was a bit timid in her new surroundings, now she completely withdrawn. She wished to leave this place, but had nowhere else to go.
She wanted to:
"Disappear, Rukia san," repeated the girl. "Have you ever though about disappearing? - What if you could do it? Would you take the chance?"
She let the words wash over her, ignoring them and the real meaning as best as she could. They however echoed through her mind. She raised her gaze to the blue sky above, above the blonde girl who had inquired from her.
She didn't plan on answering the question, it would just boost the girl's ego to know that she had gotten Rukia to talk; when in her class she had become notorious for hardly ever speaking.
"I asked you something Rukia san," pressed the girl on. "It’s rude to not answer polite questions, you know," she chastised as she leaned forward slightly and with a slim finger poked Rukia where her collarbone dipped finely through the material of her uniform, as if daring her to continue to pay no heed to her.
In her mind Rukia growled at the action, and outwardly lowered her sight to the blonde girl in front of her, locked eyes, and glared as icily as she could hoping the girl would cease her onslaught and just leave her be, as always.
She grinned. "My!" she gasped theatrically, drawing back her finger swiftly as if burned. "How scary you are Rukia san! Did everyone see that - how Rukia san just attacked me with her gaze!" she exclaimed.
But no one answered as their instructor had arrived. And so the girl ceased her drama and with a smirk and slight shove against her side, made her way past Rukia to where the class was drawing around the instructors, eager to be told what they were to do that day when they went on their first trip.
She lowered her voice as she passed. "I suppose I should count myself lucky, seeing as you refrained from attacking me, Inuzuri trash," she mocked.
With a small sigh, audible only to her, Rukia made her way to the others, pushing through any openings between their bodies she could find as she knew she stood no chance of hearing what was going on if she wasn’t in the front.
‘If I had Renji then this wouldn’t be a problem,’ she thought grittingly as she was stepped on. ‘He’d probably just have put me on his shoulders...and have whined about it’
Finally, she made her way to the front, and found that there were three people in between the circle her class had formed.
The first was a tall, handsome boy with a number 69 tattooed on his face, lines on his arms and neck, a bandage across his left cheek and nose and three lines running vertically down the right side of his visage. "My name is Hisagi Shuuhei," he called out. "And these are Soma Kira and Usagi Yuu," he said, gesturing towards a red headed girl with an overly passive expression and a brunette boy that wore a slight smile. "We will be your instructors for today in a lesson that has already been done by the top class of first years a month ago," he explained. "Usually your class would have this trip in the middle of your second year - but as it's being proven, you are all exceptional and have caught up to being only a month behind your counterparts."
Tittering and whistles blew from the back of the crowd, the usual bunch of rowdy boys. But however disruptful their behavior was, Rukia knew that they were excellent students.
Hisagi scowled at them, effectively submitting them to silence. "You all will see a Dummy Hollow," he continued. "In which we will show you how to properly dispose of it, and witness a soul burial and learn how to perform it properly," he elaborated further.
The boy named Yuu smiled widely at this. "But hopefully without the hassle that Hisagi kun encountered last time," he laughed as he indicated to the long gashes on his friend’s face.
"Although it does give you an idea to be cautious," spoke up Kira, frowning at her fellow classmate. "Those marks were from the Dummy Hollows you will be hunting, after all. So exercise caution if you don’t want scarring like that," she warned, stressing her last statement. "Or want to be killed."
Hisagi scowled too at Yuu, who shrugged sheepishly. "Well then, now that you know what we’re doing, please split up into groups of three. Your trio will be assigned a Dummy Hollow for you to track down and destroy after a demonstration…so pick people you know you can trust with your life, as well as one’s that you work well with," he said.
Rukia mentally sighed…groups? That never ended well, her classmates weren’t very fond of her. Soon there were groups surrounding the instructors, who surveyed them quietly.
"Alright then," called out Yuu. "Let’s get going!"
Rukia swallowed and wondered what in Seireitei she was going to do when a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders. "Please wait sempai," the person holding her cried out, effectively stopping the trio of instructors. Hisagi motioned for the other two to keep going while he walked towards Rukia who felt suddenly faint, knowing nothing good would come from this, and the person holding her - who she knew must be Shihouin, ready for another go at her.
Hisagi stopped before her, and the girl removed her hands. He raised and eyebrow, "What is it?" he asked.
The girl then grabbed Rukia’s shoulders again and thrust her out sending her flying into Hisagi, who caught her shoulders with surprise. He steadied her, and frowned as he raised his gaze to the blonde before him. "What was that?" he asked disapprovingly.
"Oh, nothing," she exclaimed. "I merely lost my footing. "You’ll have to forgive me," she apologized, smiling sweetly.
"Whatever," said Hisagi who Rukia saw was not buying it, and removed his hands from Rukia, who backed away a step once he let go. "What was it then?" he asked. "You must have called me here for something.
The blonde nodded. "Oh yes, sempai, for something indeed," she affirmed, her yellow-green eyes glinting.
"Well then," demanded Hisagi. "What is it?"
The blonde smiled deviously. "Well you see sempai, there seems to be an uneven number of people and
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-Blues of the Butterfly, Chapter I-
It came to be almost a year since she had arrived to the academy. Short of twelve months since she had stopped aging. Such a thing had confused her, and Renji was not around for her to inquire an answer of him.
She remembered asking about that, to one of her classmates, a boy sitting next to her. He had explained that the aging process retards in Sereitei and in parts of Rukongai.
"Where are you from, Rukia san, that might explain why?" had asked a girl behind them. She had her elbows propped up, her limber fingers tented, her chin resting thoughtfully on them.
"Inuzuri," she had answered, not liking the way the girl's gaze fixed on her. She had eyes that warned of danger.
The boy looked severely interested. "How long where you in Rukongai, Rukia san?" he asked. "What do you remember about the human world, I've never been there?"
Of course he hadn't. He had been born in Sereitei, in Soul Society. To a noble family.
She had answered that she had lived in Inuzuri for as long as she remembered, and that the old lady that had cared for her had informed her that it was so since she had come to Soul Society as a baby. Hence, she knew nothing of the human world apart from what she learned here.
"How old are you then, Rukia san?" had asked the girl, and she could have sworn she'd seen a glint amidst yellow-green.
She had a vague idea of her age, as it was marked by death, and she knew the thing well. The old lady had died when Rukia had been in this world for about four years, she was alone for one, she had met those boys the following year and spent ten years surviving with them.
"Fifteen," she said.
"Wow!" exclaimed the boy. "You're so young, Rukia san. I'm almost fifty, what a difference."
"Yes," said the girl, "I'm around that age as well."
"When did you slow?" she asked.
"We grow normally, but begin to age slowly once our reiatsu awakens. I slowed at seventeen," explained the boy. "You've stayed the same for a year because you left Inuzuri and came here since that time."
"But it makes sense," said the girl.
"Does it, Shihouin san?" asked the boy.
"Yes. You see, Soul Society's natural law lifts the standstill of aging in districts like Inuzuri," she began.
"Really," said the boy. "And why is that?"
The Shihouin girl, smiled and leaned to whisper something in his ear. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder.
"Ask Rukia san," she said. "I'm sure she's figured it out by now."
He looked to her eagerly. "Why, Rukia san?"
Now she understood, Rukia now knew why, thanks to this girl. "Because," she said softly. "It is more merciful to die sooner, then live slowly, in a place like that."
--
The year was ending, and since that conversation the snide remarks came;
'She's from Inuzuri, did you know?'
'Inuzuri! You must be joking. What is that kind of alley garbage doing in our school?'
'She should go back, the likes of her do not belong here.'
Where before she had been a bit quiet because she was a bit timid in her new surroundings, now she completely withdrawn. She wished to leave this place, but had nowhere else to go.
She wanted to:
"Disappear, Rukia san," repeated the girl. "Have you ever though about disappearing? - What if you could do it? Would you take the chance?"
She let the words wash over her, ignoring them and the real meaning as best as she could. They however echoed through her mind. She raised her gaze to the blue sky above, above the blonde girl who had inquired from her.
She didn't plan on answering the question, it would just boost the girl's ego to know that she had gotten Rukia to talk; when in her class she had become notorious for hardly ever speaking.
"I asked you something Rukia san," pressed the girl on. "It’s rude to not answer polite questions, you know," she chastised as she leaned forward slightly and with a slim finger poked Rukia where her collarbone dipped finely through the material of her uniform, as if daring her to continue to pay no heed to her.
In her mind Rukia growled at the action, and outwardly lowered her sight to the blonde girl in front of her, locked eyes, and glared as icily as she could hoping the girl would cease her onslaught and just leave her be, as always.
She grinned. "My!" she gasped theatrically, drawing back her finger swiftly as if burned. "How scary you are Rukia san! Did everyone see that - how Rukia san just attacked me with her gaze!" she exclaimed.
But no one answered as their instructor had arrived. And so the girl ceased her drama and with a smirk and slight shove against her side, made her way past Rukia to where the class was drawing around the instructors, eager to be told what they were to do that day when they went on their first trip.
She lowered her voice as she passed. "I suppose I should count myself lucky, seeing as you refrained from attacking me, Inuzuri trash," she mocked.
With a small sigh, audible only to her, Rukia made her way to the others, pushing through any openings between their bodies she could find as she knew she stood no chance of hearing what was going on if she wasn’t in the front.
‘If I had Renji then this wouldn’t be a problem,’ she thought grittingly as she was stepped on. ‘He’d probably just have put me on his shoulders...and have whined about it’
Finally, she made her way to the front, and found that there were three people in between the circle her class had formed.
The first was a tall, handsome boy with a number 69 tattooed on his face, lines on his arms and neck, a bandage across his left cheek and nose and three lines running vertically down the right side of his visage. "My name is Hisagi Shuuhei," he called out. "And these are Soma Kira and Usagi Yuu," he said, gesturing towards a red headed girl with an overly passive expression and a brunette boy that wore a slight smile. "We will be your instructors for today in a lesson that has already been done by the top class of first years a month ago," he explained. "Usually your class would have this trip in the middle of your second year - but as it's being proven, you are all exceptional and have caught up to being only a month behind your counterparts."
Tittering and whistles blew from the back of the crowd, the usual bunch of rowdy boys. But however disruptful their behavior was, Rukia knew that they were excellent students.
Hisagi scowled at them, effectively submitting them to silence. "You all will see a Dummy Hollow," he continued. "In which we will show you how to properly dispose of it, and witness a soul burial and learn how to perform it properly," he elaborated further.
The boy named Yuu smiled widely at this. "But hopefully without the hassle that Hisagi kun encountered last time," he laughed as he indicated to the long gashes on his friend’s face.
"Although it does give you an idea to be cautious," spoke up Kira, frowning at her fellow classmate. "Those marks were from the Dummy Hollows you will be hunting, after all. So exercise caution if you don’t want scarring like that," she warned, stressing her last statement. "Or want to be killed."
Hisagi scowled too at Yuu, who shrugged sheepishly. "Well then, now that you know what we’re doing, please split up into groups of three. Your trio will be assigned a Dummy Hollow for you to track down and destroy after a demonstration…so pick people you know you can trust with your life, as well as one’s that you work well with," he said.
Rukia mentally sighed…groups? That never ended well, her classmates weren’t very fond of her. Soon there were groups surrounding the instructors, who surveyed them quietly.
"Alright then," called out Yuu. "Let’s get going!"
Rukia swallowed and wondered what in Seireitei she was going to do when a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders. "Please wait sempai," the person holding her cried out, effectively stopping the trio of instructors. Hisagi motioned for the other two to keep going while he walked towards Rukia who felt suddenly faint, knowing nothing good would come from this, and the person holding her - who she knew must be Shihouin, ready for another go at her.
Hisagi stopped before her, and the girl removed her hands. He raised and eyebrow, "What is it?" he asked.
The girl then grabbed Rukia’s shoulders again and thrust her out sending her flying into Hisagi, who caught her shoulders with surprise. He steadied her, and frowned as he raised his gaze to the blonde before him. "What was that?" he asked disapprovingly.
"Oh, nothing," she exclaimed. "I merely lost my footing. "You’ll have to forgive me," she apologized, smiling sweetly.
"Whatever," said Hisagi who Rukia saw was not buying it, and removed his hands from Rukia, who backed away a step once he let go. "What was it then?" he asked. "You must have called me here for something.
The blonde nodded. "Oh yes, sempai, for something indeed," she affirmed, her yellow-green eyes glinting.
"Well then," demanded Hisagi. "What is it?"
The blonde smiled deviously. "Well you see sempai, there seems to be an uneven number of people and
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profile
detailed description coming soon :D
Link me
Find her everywhere
email: isabella_mak3103[AT]hotmail.com
livejournal: http://coldintheinside.livejournal.com/
blogskins: pathetique.
facebook: Isabella Mak or http://www.facebook.com/isabellamakk
skype: isabella.mak
blogger: thatwinterrhapsody, thatsummerrhapsody, thatspringrhapsody, thatautumnrhapsody.
Awards won
@selena_stills:
challenge 1:
challenge 2:
challenge 3:
challenge 4:
challenge 5: first place
challenge 6: first place, second place and best crop.
@model20in20:
Round 2:
