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Hell is real, and it is inevitable. It lies in wait just around the corner, its maw forever open and ready to catch the powerful from their descent.
Ichigo sees no reason to prolong their arrival, and even though Rukia knows she should tell him no, her real answer, just as inevitable as their fate, lies in her hesitation. For IchiRuki Month 2022, day 3: Take my hand, take my whole life too. (canon compliant through No Breaths from Hell; mind the tags/trigger warnings)
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Rukia was getting married. It still didn't feel real to Ichigo but that didn't matter, because now he was stuck with Orihime's camera documenting everything.
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""You're no help, you know" she said, resting her hand on her chin, watching him as he worked. He had come home from school in the foul mood that seemed to have become his default state and emptied out the contents of his wardrobe onto his bed in a pique fit. He had been sitting there for hours now, shifting through the chaos of old toys, dog-eared books and clothes that no longer fit him with ruthless efficiency and disposing of them into black bags, piling up the things he planned to keep at the head of the bed. She noticed that anything that belonged to her went straight into a cardboard box without so much as a second look. "
Rukia watches a powerless Ichigo from the shadows as he cleans out his closet.
(Set during the 17 months where they are apart. Written for Ichiruki Month 2021 Day 25: Spring cleaning)Series
- Part 8 of Ar Scáth a Chéile a Mhaireann na Daoine
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15 Aug 2026
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Wabi-Sabi; The Japanese philosophy of finding beauty in the imperfect, serenity in the disorganised. An aesthetic movement, a creative line of thought. Nothing lasts for eternity, nothing is ever truly finished and nothing is perfect.
Or, seven steps that are taken before a human Substitute realises he is hopelessly in love with the imperfect. Seven steps that are taken before a Soul Reaper realises she is hopelessly in love with the unpredictable.
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10 Aug 2026