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[August 4] [Bleach] She Left Her Life on Monday and Beginning
Title: She Left Her Life on Monday
Day/Theme: She left her life on Monday
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: PG
Notes: Continuance (of sorts) of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lacewood's fic, Excessive Chain. Written without her permission, but as I'm sure in the knowledge of her love for me, I don't think she'll kill me -- though maybe she'd maim me? (And no, I'm not obsessed, why do you ask?)
She left her life on Monday
She didn’t leave a note or letter when she left. He scrabbled through sheets of blank paper and marker drawings, upended canisters of dry pens and leadless pencils, shook out dresses and skirts, but found nothing. That bitch could have left something, anything, he thought.
He didn’t need really anything, though. He already knew her reasons. Still, he wanted something other than that knowledge, his familiarity, his understanding.
She was days gone, but he wanted some assurance or proof of finality.
Only she wasn’t one to give that kind of comfort.
Title: Beginning
Day/Theme: She left her life on Monday
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Rukia
Rating: G
Notes: Not sure whether Rukia would be this optimistic, but somehow I can still see her saying this. Also, there's some Renji in this, but not enough to make this into a couple fic. Also, inspired byrukia's fic, The Visit.
Beginning
She left her life on Monday.
Or so she liked to think. She didn’t actually know the day of her death. She didn’t even know how she died.
So why’d you pick that day, idiot, when you don’t even know? he asked. And why the hell are you so morbid? he added.
I’m not morbid, she snapped. And I picked Monday because it’s the beginning of the week, she explained.
Isn’t it Sunday?
I consider Sunday a part of the weekend.
You’re still not making any sense, he persisted. Why Monday?
Because it’s the beginning of the week, just like this – she waved her thin arms around – is the beginning of a new period in life.
Death is just a continuance, huh?
Yeah. There wasn’t really an end, you see.
That’s like you to say that, idiot, he muttered.
She smiled.
Day/Theme: She left her life on Monday
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: PG
Notes: Continuance (of sorts) of
lacewood's fic, Excessive Chain. Written without her permission, but as I'm sure in the knowledge of her love for me, I don't think she'll kill me -- though maybe she'd maim me? (And no, I'm not obsessed, why do you ask?)She left her life on Monday
She didn’t leave a note or letter when she left. He scrabbled through sheets of blank paper and marker drawings, upended canisters of dry pens and leadless pencils, shook out dresses and skirts, but found nothing. That bitch could have left something, anything, he thought.
He didn’t need really anything, though. He already knew her reasons. Still, he wanted something other than that knowledge, his familiarity, his understanding.
She was days gone, but he wanted some assurance or proof of finality.
Only she wasn’t one to give that kind of comfort.
Title: Beginning
Day/Theme: She left her life on Monday
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Rukia
Rating: G
Notes: Not sure whether Rukia would be this optimistic, but somehow I can still see her saying this. Also, there's some Renji in this, but not enough to make this into a couple fic. Also, inspired by
rukia's fic, The Visit.Beginning
She left her life on Monday.
Or so she liked to think. She didn’t actually know the day of her death. She didn’t even know how she died.
So why’d you pick that day, idiot, when you don’t even know? he asked. And why the hell are you so morbid? he added.
I’m not morbid, she snapped. And I picked Monday because it’s the beginning of the week, she explained.
Isn’t it Sunday?
I consider Sunday a part of the weekend.
You’re still not making any sense, he persisted. Why Monday?
Because it’s the beginning of the week, just like this – she waved her thin arms around – is the beginning of a new period in life.
Death is just a continuance, huh?
Yeah. There wasn’t really an end, you see.
That’s like you to say that, idiot, he muttered.
She smiled.