Death is coming.
He feels it enveloping him.
He feels it swallowing him whole.
Death is agonizing.
He feels his blood flowing out of his body.
The pain is so intense he can barely stand.
He can feel his grip on his sword lessen.
The pain is agonizing.
He can barely stand and as he tries to bring his blade up do something, to do anything, to protect them.
...Renji…
...Rukia…..
His grip tightens and to his despair…
His zanpakuto…his friend…his only means to protect them….
Shatters….
Death is agonizing.
Death is painful.
Death hurts.
However that agonizing pain seems is nothing compared to one ultimate truth.
He didn't cry when he felt death coming for him.
He didn't cry he couldn't move his arms.
He didn't cry when he didn't have any means to protect himself.
However as that horrifying truth sinks in his last waking moments, he sheds a tear.
He couldn't protect them and that knowledge is more painful than the end.
...Renji…
...Rukia…..
Forgive me.
Author's Note: R.I.P. Byakuya Kuchiki.
I would to thank saddas74 for pointing out a repeated spelling error and in process of correcting that I was able to add some missed words.
*sigh* You do enough school projects and the fingers immediately slide to the j after typing pro...
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