Natsume:

I hack up blood and know that Kurotsuchi-sama's poison has entered my bloodstream.

"Damn." I'm not even taking part in the fight. I am just observing from this rooftop in the seireitei.

Suddenly, mass spiritual pressure hits.

"Wha-What? What just happened?" I hear Kurotsuchi-sama shout.

"Ah!" I duck down to avoid some of the intense spiritual pressure oppressing me. It tears the cuffs of my shihakushou to shreds, and tangles up my bronze hair. I still have yet to see who it is brawling with the captain of Twelfth Company. This ryoka must be powerful.

I really feel woozy now. The last thing I spot before I pass out is the ryoka's face.

Midnight hair is parted effortlessly down the middle, as sleek as marble. Glass shines over eyes, and blue sparkles show behind. Upon the young man's face is a frown of determination.

His very being captivates me.

Maki:

I'm running, grasping my zanpakutou in one hand and my dead lover in the other, heaved on my shoulder. I feel his cold body upon my warm shoulder and shiver, still trying to keep my pace. Apparently, running in the dead of night with a dead body on your shoulder probably isn't a good way to escape capture by Fifth Company.

Not to mention, it is raining.

Suddenly, I slip and fall on my face, flailing my arms and setting free my two burdens from my hands. I quickly stumble up and wipe the mud from my face and clothes. If I'm gonna die, it's best to die clean, right?

I look behind me. There is no one there. I look ahead for my beloveds. Haku lies stiff like clay and blue as ice. My zanpakutou, Kouri, cries for me—my hand, precisely—and I can hear it telling me to get up.

"No…I…can't. I-I-I'M SORRY HAKU!"

Lying down, I crumple into my lover's side and cry the long night away.