Time passes; he doesn't believe them forgiving. Forgiving of his crimes. He knows she realizes it too. He sees her more, courtesy of the kindness of her Captain, he suspects. She doesn't say much to him when she comes, sits in the second chair placed just beyond the barred door. They look at each other, compassion, he thinks, isn't her second nature.
Words if any which are spoken, meant nothing to him. He doesn't understand the few sentences she says about the circle of Shinigamies she knows. He doesn't understand the banal need to converse to sometimes just fill a silence growing too heavy with the things unspoken of.
He knows there are more to these quiet visits then she lets on. But he doesn't ask. He asked once…but did not understand her answer. For how could she care? Why should she care at all? He ponders this for a moment; her voice soon breaks into his soliloquy.
Execution.
He hears.
At the end of the day tomorrow, this will be the last time she'll come to see him, she adds. He doesn't feel frightened, though he becomes curious. Will she be there? He asks. For once he can tell he's surprised her. She stands, still not answering. Then before she goes, she asks a question of her own:
Do you want me to be there?
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The sun is lowering in the sky when they lead him out. He's taken to the execution grounds high above their city. He sees the emotions written on the Captains faces. He knows they're relieved for everything to finally be over. He doesn't see her.
The kid Kurosaki is there, standing at a distance, seemingly slightly remorseful, he wonders why? He steps on the platform, somebody runs up to the group. Hair windblown, uniform messy, but it is she. Nobody blinks as she takes her place beside Thirteenth's Captain. The Soutaicho of Soul society reads out his sentence, detailing his crimes and the punishment decided upon by the thirteen Court Guard Squads.
He ignores this, his eyes closed.
The breeze brushes his cheek; he's lifted up in the air. No last words for a despised Arrancar. He feels the first sensory pulse of the Sokyoku powering up. He looks down one last time, seeing her so faraway. He knows she can't hear his thoughts but thinks it anyway:
We could never be.
~~~Finis~~~
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