...not really. I mean, Yoruichi's pretty violent but other than her...?" Rukia closed her eyes at the mention of that slut's name. She mentally shook away her dark thoughts and forged on, "Ichigo, did Retsu tell you about Momo?"
Ichigo nodded shamefully. "Then, you know that I ripped her throat out with my bare hands?" At those words, Ichigo's eyes widened. "No, I didn't know that...h-how?"
Rukia gave a small grin at his question, "Because I'm like you, Ichigo...I'm a demon."
"Wha-...?" Ichigo gaped.
"A blood demon, to be exact," Rukia explained calmly. "At first I wasn't sure because your eyes are different from any demon's I've ever seen, but almost everything else about you fits with our race: Your eyes changing when your demonic side takes over, your incredible strength and speed, the way you enjoy carnage...all of those are facts of life for demon-kind."
"No," Ichigo said firmly.
"Uhhh...what do you mean, 'no'?" Rukia asked with a furrowed brow.
"I don't believe any of this...either you're delusional or I am-but one of us is definitely fucking NUTS! There are no demons and you certainly wouldn't be one if they did exist. Seriously, am I still high?" He wondered aloud.
Rukia placed her hands on her hip...