When the Moon Shines With the Sun

Whispers Part One

((Guess whos gonna try to be sad ahahahaha))
~~Third Persons P.O.V.~~
The day was bright and calm, with a slight breeze bouncing through the quiet town, giving no prelude to the events soon to unfold. Rukia Kuchiki leapt from rooftop to rooftop, the loose material of the Shinigami uniform waving behind her as she bounced on patrol. So far, the day had been peaceful, almost boring. Not a peep, at least not yet.
'With so little happening, do I really need to stay out here?' She thought to herself, balancing lightly on a telephone pole. Of course, the moment that thought flew by her mind, the familiar roar of a Hollow shattered the warm, drowsy silence of the day.
"Ok then, never mind that."
She grumbled and leapt forward, following the loud noise of the being. Upon reaching the source of the annoying screams, she almost fell over, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing outright.
This 'Hollow' was even shorter than she was, standing at only 4 feet.
'It's actually kind of cute.' She thought, even though the logical part of her brain knew something was wrong.
And it was right.
In a rather abrupt explosion of reiatsu, the small 4 foot Hollow...expanded morphing into something at least 15 feet tall.
Almost tumbling over in shock, she grinned, "Ah, that's more like it." She laughed and drew her zanpakuto, "Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!" She called out, and the silver glint of the blade transformed into a pure white glow. One spider-like leg snaked outwards, and she leapt upwards, using it almost like a ladder to climb up towards the white mask adorning the Hollow, or rather, being part of the Hollow, the vulnerable bit. After that, it was easy, a swift movement to the left, and a downward slash of her Zanpakuto and the Hollow disintegrated, just the echo of its roar remaining.
At this point, you maybe wondering where Ichigo was, and that would be at home, actually trying to do something to salvage his GPA. Of course, he wasn't concentrating very much, more focused on keeping a careful tab on Rukia's reiatsu, not that he'd ever tell her that. No, the little midget wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he did. Not that that would ever stop him from worrying.

Brushing herself off and standing upright, she allowed herself a satisfied smirk, looking back at the tranquil scene. That was until a voice broke through the silence,

"So this is the one we're looking for? Kuchiki Rukia? She seems kinda small for all the trouble we've been through." It drawled behind her, with an undertone that snaked through the air like a poison.

There was a short pause, interrupted by a small, "Shit," From Rukia's side.

She was entirely not in the mood for this, and that was readable in her face as she turned to face the source of the voice. It was a man, with greasy, slicked back hair and pale blue eyes that were as cold as the ice they resembled. Next to him was a woman with bright red hair that reached down to her waist and fiery green eyes (If that even makes sense). Behind them were what looked to be three thugs, there was nothing remarkable about them really. The typical muscular build and idiotic looks you would expect of cronies, on top of baby blue eyes and blond hair, the three of them were identical, and looked like infants trapped in the wrong bodies. The thing she noticed first ,however, was the fact all five had Zanpakutos strapped either across their back or on their waist. They almost looked like Shinigami, except for the fact that they're uniforms more closely resembled the tattered rags she'd grown used to seeing as a child. The clothes worn by those of the Rukon District. Was she actually supposed to fight these people?

Adjusting her grip on her Zanpakuto with a sigh she glared at the group in front of her, "What do you want?" She snapped, exasperated, and letting it show.

"Our orders are to kill you, so that's what we'll do!" The woman replied, her voice sickly sweet and bright.

Rukia snorted, 'How many times have I heard that?' She mused, and then answered, "Good luck with that, but I made a promise to come back." Now her tone was bored as she shifted her weight and took a fighting stance, one eyebrow arched as she waited.

"Alright my pets, you go first!" The Red-Headed Cheerleader, as Rukia had dubbed her, cooed.

At that command the three cronies in the back stepped up, their expressions mirroring each other in...well, nothing. They held no emotion.

"Don't you like them? I created them myself, with some help from my partner of course." Red-Head blabbed, affectionately glancing at the man, who just rolled his eyes. "Now kiddies, play time!" She shrieked, her voice going shrill as the beings charged.

And that was the beginning of the end.

((Sorry for the long wait! I had no motivation. On that note, this may be awful since I had to force myself to write for part of it. Hope it was at least acceptable, and next part should come out soonish...maybe. ~Fullmetal Rukia))