A/N: This "drabble" was written on a prompt from HPontopoftheworld at approximately 10:00 at night. The prompt was "Write a ShunUki drabble where Shunsui dies first." So I did, sort of. Because I don't know the meaning of the word "drabble" because I also don't know the meaning of the word "short". But anyway, reviews are appreciated! Enjoy n.n
Me First
I lay on my side, eyes half-closed against the moonlight that slanted through the window. The patch of silver on the tatami was mesmerizing, allowing me to lose myself in thought. Sleep was unreachable tonight, as I suspected it would be for quite some time yet. The cold emptiness on the futon next to me was too distracting.
Hoping to alleviate a little of the grief inside, I got up and lifted the soft pink kimono off my desk chair. I took it back to the futon and laid down again. Pressing the familiar fabric to my face, I inhaled deeply. The very familiar and slightly heady scent of sake, flowers and spices rushed into my senses. It appeased a tiny portion of the sorrow inside but did nothing for the searing memories behind my eyes.
Shunsui, pierced by a hollow's claw. Falling. I caught him, but... of course the damage was too great. Of course I was going to lose someone else. Unlucky thirteen, after all. I remembered bloodied lips, forming words meant to comfort me.
Tears stung my eyes and I let myself cry for him. He wouldn't have wanted me to, I know, but it's not something I can help. I miss his voice, speaking eloquence and nonsense in equal parts. I miss his love, always there to keep me happy. I miss him. No one can ever replace him, and now my greatest wish is for my disease to take me soon; so that I can once again feel the warm safety of his embrace.