Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ It Felt Like Drowning ❯ 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: c2t2 
Warped by solitude
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 497 | Visits: 173 | Status: Work In Progress
Warped by solitude
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 497 | Visits: 173 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: It Felt Like Drowning
Author: c2t2Part 1.5
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and do not make money.
Author Note: Short chapter is short
Arc 1
Chapter 5. Warped by Solitude
Rukia was alone. She had always been alone.
Rukia knew nothing about her origins, recalled nothing about the world of the living, and remembered nothing beyond vague images of her first years in Rukongai.
She must have been raised by someone, she knew. Someone must have taught her how to walk and talk, explained her name and her birthday and how to eat with chopsticks, taught her right and wrong and which rules could never be broken and which ones she could break when she had to. Perhaps the same people had taught her how to steal and kill. She couldn’t remember either way. Rukia did remember slitting her first throat when she was five years old. She couldn’t remember why, but there had been no other option at the time.
She was alone after that, although she couldn’t remember how that happened either.
She found her little family of orphans, then the academy, and finally the adoption and her entry into the Thirteenth. There, she was lonelier than ever. Even when she lived on the street, Rukia had never been so isolated. Her brother would not look at her, and only one person in her squad had breached the silence and drawn her out. She let him, because he seemed so familiar. It was painful; the friendly antagonism of his personality comforted her as it hurt her. She looked at Kaien and pretended that he was everything Renji only dreamed of being, what he could never achieve if he tried a thousand years. At the same time, Kaien’s wife became the pinnacle of womanhood to her. Rukia had never had a female role model, and she emulated Miyako in every way she could.
It was then that Rukia discovered how twisted she had become.
Everyone in her squad believed she was in love with Kaien and idolized Miyako. The only people who did not seem to notice were the couple themselves. Rukia barely even tried to deny the accusation. Both parts of the statement were true. She had fallen in love with Kaien and she idolized Miyako, but that was not the whole story.
Rukia kept her silence and dignity as befitting a Kuchiki, but inside her own head she was not shackled by her surname. Rukia was a grown woman, and in her private fantasies there were certain things she had to acknowledge. Miyako kept intruding on said fantasies, and though Rukia first attributed it to guilt, she later came to a different realization.
She was in love with Kaien. She idolized Miyako.
And she desired them both.
Author: c2t2Part 1.5
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and do not make money.
Author Note: Short chapter is short
Arc 1
Chapter 5. Warped by Solitude
Rukia was alone. She had always been alone.
Rukia knew nothing about her origins, recalled nothing about the world of the living, and remembered nothing beyond vague images of her first years in Rukongai.
She must have been raised by someone, she knew. Someone must have taught her how to walk and talk, explained her name and her birthday and how to eat with chopsticks, taught her right and wrong and which rules could never be broken and which ones she could break when she had to. Perhaps the same people had taught her how to steal and kill. She couldn’t remember either way. Rukia did remember slitting her first throat when she was five years old. She couldn’t remember why, but there had been no other option at the time.
She was alone after that, although she couldn’t remember how that happened either.
She found her little family of orphans, then the academy, and finally the adoption and her entry into the Thirteenth. There, she was lonelier than ever. Even when she lived on the street, Rukia had never been so isolated. Her brother would not look at her, and only one person in her squad had breached the silence and drawn her out. She let him, because he seemed so familiar. It was painful; the friendly antagonism of his personality comforted her as it hurt her. She looked at Kaien and pretended that he was everything Renji only dreamed of being, what he could never achieve if he tried a thousand years. At the same time, Kaien’s wife became the pinnacle of womanhood to her. Rukia had never had a female role model, and she emulated Miyako in every way she could.
It was then that Rukia discovered how twisted she had become.
Everyone in her squad believed she was in love with Kaien and idolized Miyako. The only people who did not seem to notice were the couple themselves. Rukia barely even tried to deny the accusation. Both parts of the statement were true. She had fallen in love with Kaien and she idolized Miyako, but that was not the whole story.
Rukia kept her silence and dignity as befitting a Kuchiki, but inside her own head she was not shackled by her surname. Rukia was a grown woman, and in her private fantasies there were certain things she had to acknowledge. Miyako kept intruding on said fantasies, and though Rukia first attributed it to guilt, she later came to a different realization.
She was in love with Kaien. She idolized Miyako.
And she desired them both.