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THE DEATH AND THE STRAWBERRY [STAR-CROSSED REMIX]We fear what has no form.
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For once, Rukia would have liked for a mission to go smooth. Just once, it would be nice for some easy, leisurely fieldwork. Something that involved the proper amount of determination, strength, and diligence, without all those pesky, unexpected third party surprises she couldn't stop from happening. Light on her feet though she was, quick-thinking since childhood, extraneous factors beyond her control were not a few of Rukia's favorite things.
Balancing her weight along taut power lines like an award-winning gymnast, Rukia now discovered that these factors included, but were not limited to, chatty teenagers with spiritual power. Two of which happened to be strolling down the street below.
The first was a pencil of a boy with glasses and dark, parted hair; he didn't seem to understand the concept of spirits being able to see and hear the living, and kept urgently muttering to his friend, a taller, more muscular boy with a mane the color of