Hope Is The Thing With Feathers


Summary: Just once, Rukia wished she could kill that damn bird.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

--Emily Dickinson

She deserved it.

She had given up part of herself. She had stayed too long. She had tried to live again. She had forgotten both herself and her place. She had twisted the path of another. All because she was greedy and had not wanted to die doing her duty.

Yes, she deserved to die.

And not just for this. She had done other things.

But that didn't matter anymore. Retribution was being exacted. Everything was as it should be.


Even though she knew it was right. Knew it was inescapable, Rukia Kuchiki hoped.

She hoped to be rescued. She hoped to be pardoned. She hoped to return everything to the way it was.

She hoped every time that innocent songbird flew into the tower while she sat by the window. She couldn't help it.

She wanted it dead and her hope along with it. There was nothing she could do. Couldn't the bird see that?

But it stayed and it sang. It sang quietly, but it always sang.

And Rukia could not bear to see it dead not matter how much it hurt to hope.


A/N: I really unsure if this is any good at all. Probably the first time I've ever written anything this sad. Please tell me if its any good. Thank You.