I AM AN ICHIRUKI SHIPPER
Regardless of whatever happens, whatever anyone says, even if they churn out volumes of novels and countless movies, I will never forget the bond that Ichigo and Rukia had…have.
I fell in love with that bond, that special bond, and nothing can erase a smidgen of my admiration and respect for their characters and how they mean to each other.
Lovers? Friends? Soulmates? Compatriots? All these are true and yet not true. You can’t exactly define their relationship using a single word. A single word lacks the depth to express the deep connection that they have.
Corny right? But you know what, if I could find someone with whom I can have the same relationship as those two have with each other, well, count me the happiest person on earth.
That’s why it hurt me so much, so agonizingly painful, the way it ended for them. Apart? God, no, never that. It never occurred to my mind that it will ever happen. Aren’t they like the two sides of the same coin?
Not even the crumbs tossed my way after that disaster, token nods to these two’s relevance to the story, will take away that misery.
But I am happy, because they showed me so much, set the bar for relationships (real or otherwise) so high, I’m afraid the chances of finding something similar is infinitesimal.
Yes, I’m a shipper. I am an Ichiruki shipper. And I will go down with this ship.