Red
A beautiful and devastating color.
Wherever I looked,
I saw blood.
Wherever I turned,
Blood.
It was on my hands,
My face,
My chest.
I can taste it in my mouth.
That metallic taste.
I look down.
There's a hole.
I look up and see two men.
One with bright orange hair.
Ichigo...
And one with green eyes,
With half a mask on his head,
And a hole in his chest like me.
Ulquiorra, was it?
He's pointing at me.
Why?
The Espada collapses.
Is he dead?
I feel a pain in my knees.
Did I fall?
I can't remember.
But, I do remember this room.
It used to be white.
Like my hair.
But,
Now it's red.
Red.
Such an odd color.
It can be something beautiful.
Like love.
Or something frightening.
Like blood.
Blood.
Everyone's covered in it.
Me, Ichigo, and the Espada.
It hurts.
I close my eyes and open them.
I'm on my back now.
Familiar faces all looking at me.
Matsumoto,
Rukia,
Renji,
Ichigo.
I smile.
They look puzzled.
I close my eyes for the last time.
I'm happy,
That the last thing I saw,
Were my friends faces,
And not blood.
Not red.
End