He turned over. The curtains were down casting the room in near darkness. Within it he heard Lilynette's soft grumbling and felt the bed shift some on her side. The blanket was tugged off. He let it lie at his waist; one hand lay across his chest the other draped behind against the pillow cradling his head.
He thought of many things, which wasn't like him during the hours of the day.
He thought of different faces none of which brought any comfort.
Finally his wandering mind settled on the one face he had heretofore given little thought to.
That of the female Shinigami, Rukia Kuchiki.
He then thought of her large violet-hued eyes, her jaw set in stony determination that nothing and nobody could shake which was unusual in one so weak, he could almost admire that, he thought. If she wasn't a Shinigami…
Indeed. It certainly was a pity she wasn't an Arrancar.
His eyes soon closed.~Finis~
Note: Don't own Bleach. Nothing else to say except reviews-not flames-are appreciated!