I got a request in the beginning of April by BlueAngel003 to write a tragic story. I finally got into the mood to write one! I've stared and revised this several times and I think it's ready for you. For those who are waiting for The Swan Prince have to wait a little bit more. Reality is a bitch.

In the future I will need a Beta for a long Bleach fic. Interested to help me and read it before everyone else? Send me a PM saying that you are curious and I will come with more info when it's time. Some experience and skill is required.

Tonight the last touch is goodbye

He did it.

He killed him.

He had driven his sword through the enemy, a fatal stab through the heart.

This was supposed to feel like a triumph but it didn't. The stab through the enemy's heart, felt as much in his own. This wasn't supposed to happen. They had agreed on surviving this, to conquer the war together. But yet, his own sword was buried to the hilt in the one person he didn't want to hurt. The only person in this forsaken war that he had wanted to protect.

It had been an order. You can't ignore an order, that's like death itself. Deep inside, both of them had known that this moment would come. They knew that even though they had promised, one of them was going to die. There was only going to be one winner. It had been easy to push away that reality for a moment as they fought, as they fought each other's comrades. It wasn't until they stood on the ground, face to face, sword to sword, that the reality sunk in.

Seconds later, both ran towards one another with the intent to kill and no hesitation what so ever. Their swords clashed together, one time, a second and a third. He pushed his sword straight forward, knowing that it was going to be easily blocked. He looked at his opponents face only to see two sad and forgiving eye's and it wasn't until it was too late, that he saw the big cleaver, abandoned on the ground.

You already know the outcome. One of them did indeed die by the other's blade.

The sword through the back glinted in the moonlight as blood poured freely from the wound. They stood close, almost as if they where embracing. He could feel the other mans warm breath against his shoulder. The breaths were shallow but labored at the same time. His lungs tried their best to keep up with the injury. Two trembling arms were forced to move from their limp state to encircle his body and held his torso weakly. One of his hands let go from the sword hilt and returned the embracement. He could feel the other man smile over his shoulder.

"Pull it out." The man whispered.

He could only shake his head.

One of the embracing arms let go of his back and a cold hand landed on top of the one still holding the sword. The equally cold fingers tightened their grip around the hand.

"Do it."

With a scream he pulled out the sword. The blood dripping from it echoed loudly as it fell to the ground. It slipped out from his grasp as he fell to his knees, bringing the man he had sworn to protect with him. He hugged the almost lifeless body tightly before sinking it down to the ground. A pool of blood spread rapidly from underneath the man. He let the head rest in his lap and stroked away the bloodied orange strands away from the man's face. Hazel eyes were revealed from behind heavy eyelids to stare into blue. A weak arm rose from the side of the body to catch the withdrawing one. Their fingers intertwined with each other and the hazel eyes closed but this time they would never reveal themselves to the world again.