AN: Reposted by request. Reviews still very much appreciated.
I messed up...
It hadn't worked. All those years he'd spent scheming turned wasted in the blink of an eye.
He couldn't deny it- it had been a fun ride. But it had ended in a deadly high speed crash, and he was left the casualty.
Not quite the ending he had hoped for, but he supposed it wasn't all that sad.
Failing wasn't something he liked to do though, and that was upsetting.
His ending…had been a waste. That kid better make a better one.
He felt pain. Beneath that there was nothing, nothing but festering, empty flesh.
He was a snake; his existence was cold and emotionless and empty. He was nothing; he'd made that choice long ago, though he often wondered how many options he had actually had.
He probably wouldn't have survived any other way. Not that surviving really got him anywhere, in the end.
Rangiku…
It hurt him, seeing her again. It really shouldn't have, but it did.
His failure was the deepest wound yet, and she was driving the blade.
And he was sorry for that.
He didn't want to acknowledge that she existed as only a reminder. He didn't want to remember her like that.
So he didn't. Instead, he thought of her birthday, and of snow, and of dried persimmons.
Satisfied with that, he hoped she would be okay, because he really couldn't do anything else for her now.
And that hurt like hell. But at least he didn't have long to think it over. His existence fading, he lost the world around him.
…Are you going to cry, Rangiku?