Ichigo,
Hey kitten, it's me.
You may not care, but I wanted to tell you I won't be around much longer. I'm sure your rejoicing already, but that's okay.
Just in case, I just wanted to tell you something. Please read this, I won't bother you again.
It's funny but the first day I saw you, you know I couldn't stop thinking about you. How sweet you were, how beautiful you were. Ever since I was a kid I was taught that all humans are disgusting, vile creatures. I used to believe that, but you had changed all that. I was completely in love with you.
I still am.
The thing is Kitten; I believe there is always someone that somebody will meet that they will say they can't live without. That they can't breathe without or smile without. And Kitten, that's how I feel about you. Sometimes that person will feel the same. Sometimes they won't.
I'd say I had three choices.
One is that I finally get it in my head that you display no feelings of affection towards me at all, and then I complete my mission at the same time finishing you off and finally forgetting about you.
Two, I go back to my planet and tell them I can't fight any longer due to my feelings towards you.
But I can't do either of these. I could never ever harm you now. I can't tell my planet.
I can't stop loving you.
So I turned to my third choice.
I've said it before Kitten, I can't live without you. The moment I saw you, you took my breath away. And now, tonight, you're going to take my breath away for the final time.
I hope you understand just how much of a special person you are, and just how much I love you. I hope your true love will make you very happy. As happy as you have made me.
This is my final goodbye Kitten.
I love you Ichigo.
Kisshu.
Kish smiled as he signed his name. It's finally over. No more hurt. No more pain.
Just…
Kish sighed, a small smile fleeting from his lips.
Teleporting from her room, he landed back on the rooftop at which he had been previously. Taking his dagger from where he had left it, he posed it at his heart, bracing himself for the shock.
'It's really over,' he smiled. A genuine smile. No remorse or regret, just a look of pure concord. And then with a final whisper of her name, he finished it.
He grinned, as he felt the blood fountain from his chest.
'Goodbye.'