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IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death
Has it always been this cold?
Like a still, dieing, breeze?
Rukia's fingers were numb. It was only autumn and yet it felt like harsh winter. She hated the autumn. Leaves were dead. Trees were dead. Her once thriving faith in luck was... dead. "What?" She muttered, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Who believes in pure fate anymore? Who?" A voice echoed out in all directions. There was no one else on this empty street. Rukia was surprised to discover that this voice was her own. For the first time, she had doubt.
"So you intend to tell me that you've forgotten?" This voice was not her own.
"Rukia, don't you remember the promise that we made
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IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death
Has it always been this cold?
Like a still, dieing, breeze?
Rukia's fingers were numb. It was only autumn and yet it felt like harsh winter. She hated the autumn. Leaves were dead. Trees were dead. Her once thriving faith in luck was... dead. "What?" She muttered, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Who believes in pure fate anymore? Who?" A voice echoed out in all directions. There was no one else on this empty street. Rukia was surprised to discover that this voice was her own. For the first time, she had doubt.
"So you intend to tell me that you've forgotten?" This voice was not her own.
"Rukia, don't you remember the promise that we made
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