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Title: Name TBD
Fandom: Bleach IchigoxRukia Rukia/Kaien
Rating: Teen for the dark theme, and some violence.
Disclaimer: AU, actual Bleach by Kubo Tite.
Summary: Not available!
Notes: Currently over 10k words I have written over the past few months, so the one-shot I first intended turned a little... longer. It's another IchiRuki AU, where instead of shinigami and Soul society, its Angels and Demons. Is turning drama, angst, a little darker or more depressing themes. I first had an idea for the ending but first I have to get to it. Major IchiRuki, and KaiRuki. <3

Preview of a few passages I've written! It's not entirely in order and I tried not to put a lot of info about the story in there, at least some hints to everything I've written so far.

 

Every living soul had a distorted image on what an angel was.

This was another law, having each angel avoid being seen by a special human that could actually sense them, see them.

But if the angel was caught, they could easily alter the man's memory to the place holder image. It was all lies.

But every lie held some truth.

Rukia gasped in pain, keeping her wings frozen in place. Her hands grasped the grass as her arms trembled.

All the laws were placed to protect angels and living souls, and punishment for breaking the laws was lethal, as breaking any of the laws was severe.

She collapsed onto the cool ground, moaning. Her wings felt like they were being ripped off from her back. Her whole front was down in the damp ground, as she felt the cold seep through all the way to her core.

This was punishment.

Punishment for disobeying the laws set for angels.

Because they knew it always ended like how she was now.

Broken.

She was paying the consequences, writhing in agony in the rain.

Because she disobeyed the first law of the line that was not to be crossed.

Angels must not share feelings with a living soul.

-~-

"What's this here?" She turned around and froze. He was there, looking at her curiously. She backed away a few steps, nervous. No living soul had noticed her while she had been there.

"I don't see many women with wings, though." He gave a warm smile, making her eyes widen, her stoic expression disappearing.

"Relax- I'm the only one who has been seeing you perching every where around town." He told her. She stayed wary, but he made no sudden movements.

"Well, stay if you want- you're an angel, so it really doesn't matter I guess." He grinned at his own joke, and started walking towards the large house. Rukia could only stand there surprised, before snapping out of her stupor and calling out to him.

"Wait!" She called. She appeared in front of him as two of her finger touched his forehead. This was how angels altered a soul's memory. When she lifted her fingers from him, she disappeared.

His name was Shiba Kaien.

-~-

"You think you can save the boy from the deadly sins of the world? You're a fallen angel now- you yourself have sinned, that's why you're here like a rabbit with its leg in a trap. I'll save you any more years of exile and punishment, and bring you to purgatory." He tried to persuade, but Rukia could see the lust in his eyes, betraying his voice and words of comfort- if the thought of purgatory was comforting.

"Of course, souls will always sin- but the difference between the angels and demons is we do not indulge in it, and we apologize for it!" Rukia muttered darkly.

"That doesn't seem fair for you, then- if you apologized for whatever you did, why are you here with wings that can never take you back up to Society Above? It seems angels are quite vindictive." He pointed at her wings that laid on the ground.

-~-

"Was it someone you knew?" He asked. She shook her head. "Then what are you looking at?"

"The flowers. The woman must have had a daughter or something…" She pointed out the small flowers scattered over the grave.

"What about a grand daughter offering flowers to her dead grandmother?" He asked. Rukia didn't think of that detail, but the idea was the same.

"For something that must only be bones by now, why do living souls prepare these burials, and offer flowers and other gifts? A little girl that never knew her grandmother, always knew her mother." She questioned, but she didn't expect an answer from Ichigo, or anyone.

He turned around and looked back the girl as she stood in front of the grave. Rukia was right next to her, looking at the girl.

Ichigo could see the Senna girl talking quietly as Rukia listened.

Rukia held her hand and Ichigo could see her squeeze it. Senna stared down at her hand, feeling the touch. She didn't back away scared, but smiled, and continued talking again.

Ichigo finally realized the Senna girl must be talking to her mother. He and his family also did it, but he never talked out loud.

-~-

Angels are only a myth.

Angels were not to be seen or interact with living souls.

Angels must not share feelings with a living soul.

 

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