Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach. Nuff said.
"You've become stronger." A smirk. "I knew you would."
She froze, zanpakuto poised at the throat of an Espada, energy already gathered. Two more seconds and the ninth Espada would have been no more.
But she was always running out of time. The sword was freed from her hand as he came up behind her, dismissing the arrancar with a small wave of his hand before his arms came fully around the vice captain.
"I wish I could have seen it." Nostalgic, soft, caressing. He held her in an embrace as shinigami and arrancar fell around them. "But I never wanted you to be like this. I wanted you to stay behind me."
A clattering noise as the sword was dropped, his following suit but still sheathed. Her mind worked quickly, fingers twitching. She'd have one shot, at best. She was always running out of options.
"I missed you."
And then she was spun round, eyes wide as the former captain claimed her with a kiss. No longer kind, no longer gentle, his hands gripped her arms tightly, held her there as battle waged on, even as she could hear the shattering of ice, the dull thud of heavy weights hitting the ground, the clank of sword pieces falling together again. He held her there, one hand moving to the vice captains badge she still so proudly displayed, ripping it off in a fluid motion as he deepened the kiss, forcing her back, and she was tripping, stumbling, held in place as the badge hit the ground and she wanted to go with it and then she was on her knees with him above.
"I always told myself I should be your first. Your first captain, your first love, your first betrayer, your first kiss." Another smirk. He was bending down, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet him again for another kiss and she shook from the force of reiatsu, emotions, fear, want.
"Tell me, Hinamori-kun." There was distance, her on the ground, him already moving away and reclaiming his sword. "If I offered you the rest of me, would you follow?" His back to her, enigmatic, something she couldn't follow, shouldn't follow, something she wanted. The rest of him. The battle wasn't there anymore, all the dark haired girl could see was him, his back, her vision blurring.
Hinamori staggered to her feet, recalling Tobiume to her hand.
She had her answer.
To follow, to run out, away from herself.
To destroy all she held dear.