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Arise, Burning Phoenix 5Karin hadn't been expecting to find what looked like half of Soul Society sitting in their living room. Yuzu was perched next to Rukia, and she patted the couch cushion beside her in invitation. Moving as carefully as she could, the dark haired twin gingerly sat down. Urahara made himself comfortable on a stool so that nobody had to shove in order to see him. The room grew quiet as everyone waited to hear what he'd found out.
"Well," he said, his arms crossed and his head bowed forward slightly. "Without actually seeing her zanpakuto in action, I can only speculate about what's going on."
Some of the Shinigami began murmuring at that, but their neighbors quickly shushed them. He wasn't finished yet. "However," he continued, "what I do know is this: Miss Kurosaki has apparently been blessed with a legendary zanpakuto."
"A what?" came the voice of Renji, Rukia's friend and fellow soul reaper.
"A sword of legend?" asked Rukia, her brow puckering slightly. "How is that possible?"
Arise, Burning Phoenix 4It was neither warm nor cold. It was just dark. She lay there, somewhere in the middle of nothing, and waited. She did this every night, although sometimes she felt as though she was there longer than at other times. Karin could not remember a time when this place had not been present. The dark had never frightened her, although she did sometimes feel very alone. What touched her most was how peaceful she felt, just laying there.
She'd never bothered to move, never even bothered to try. She knew nothing was out there...that it was just her. Honoo was the first to join her there. Her voice and the sound of bells, which seemed to follow her everywhere, were the first noises to enter the space. Karin wasn't sure how she felt about the intrusion. It was her sanctuary, after all.
That night, however, Karin decided to try something. In all the years she'd been floating in that space, she'd never once bothered to move. When Honoo had appeared, she'd tried and been unable to. Now she wanted to
Arise, Burning Phoenix 3Her second fight was proving to be just a tad more difficult than her first. Granted, she was facing a much larger Hollow army this time. She tried to keep track of how many there were, but they were moving too fast and she was dodging too many blows to be very successful. Her zanpakuto was moving through the air as quickly as she could swing it, but she knew she didn't have the expertise which the Shinigami did. If one, or half a dozen, of them didn't show up soon, she was probably going to see what a Hollow snack felt like as it was digested.
She could feel herself losing energy after only a few minutes. Even though her zanpakuto didn't seem to know much about being one, she decided it couldn't hurt to throw a question her direction. 'What exactly am I supposed to do to make you stronger?'
The girl appeared next to her in the translucent state she seemed to like so much. 'Stronger?' she asked, her forehead puckering. 'I'm afraid this as strong as I am At least for right now.' Th
Only a Dream 1
Sarah watched as her ten-year old son climbed out of the pool, shaking his shaggy blond hair out of his eyes. He looked so much like Ambrosious when he did that, she couldn't help but laugh at him. Hearing her laughter, he looked in her direction. His blue eyes lit up with a mischievous fire as he hurried towards her. Standing, she backed away from him as he dripped his way nearer.
"Don't you dare, young man!" she said, for her she knew what he was attempting. She had just finished drying off, and she had no intention of getting wet again. He smirked and kept stalking her. This was a game they played, the two of them. His twin sister was more likely to sneak up while she wasn't looking and throw a bucket of water on her.
As her son made a lunge for her, his arms open, she stepped sideways and nudged him back into the water. He came up a moment later, whining, "Mooooom! You never let me get you That's not fair!"
"Allow me," came a soft, familiar voice from behind her. Before she co
Life Blood Chapter 2Elizabeth stepped out into the morning, slipping her sunglasses on as she did. Her clothing was perfectly suited to blending in, which was something she had been doing quite successfully for most her life. Even while still a young child on the streets of London she had been able to move without much attention.
As the city began stirring, she meandered her way down the street, searching for the nearest coffee shop. While she didn't drink the stuff, the stores themselves were great places to watch people, and surely she could find a cup of Earl Gray somewhere nearby. After going only a block or so, she came across just the place she was looking for. A little hole in the wall, it smelled like coffee beans, pastry, and people. Buying herself a cup of tea and a muffin, she sat in a corner, glancing around the shop. Calmness was almost tangible, although she could sense below that something deeper. She couldn't help but understand the people's natural unease, even during the daylight hours.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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