Him
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Summary: Kurosaki had been caught, but doing what? Yaoi. M/M
Authors note: I didn't have someone to edit this, so you will have to endear my bad writing. And its shortness. Warning: I don't really see a plot but others might,
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
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They had caught him. All of them were staring down at him. Every one of them. Some more then others with emotions flowing on their faces. They were all there. Betrayal, disgust, pity, sadness, shocked, disapproving, glaring faces.
And he knew if he were caught he would get this treatment. If they had discovered the truth. But he didn't care, he had been happy, content. He had spent his life like he never thought he would.
He didn't know how it started, but it did. Like a growing seed growing into a hard rooted tree, not giving way when you tried to push it out of the ground. He thought of the only person who didn't judge him on it. Only one person. In the entire universe, and the one he least expected too.
He sat on his knees with his head held down. Looking to the cold cement floor a small smile adorned his face. Living with the idea of being dead in a few hours.
Looking up he saw the faces that were staring him down. Not deterring from them he examined them.
Most of them had betrayal placed on them.
But he didn't feel the least bit guilty. He would never feel guilty. Not even the hurt faces looking at him, begging him to plead, not guilty. But he wont.
Because if he did he would never get to be with him. They both had been caught. He was the one that made him happy and not afraid to die. Not to feel obligated to stay alive. Now he can do what he wants with his life.
And that is to die. Because he died. For betraying his society. Just like he did his.
" Kurosaki Ichigo, do you plead not guilty? " Yamamoto voice rang through the room with sternness and authority.
He turned his face towards him. Still smiling. " No " his body completely held confidence towards the head of soul society.
Rukia's face became crushed. She quickly went into Renji's arms while he looked down on him with a glare.
He still didn't feel guilty. He knew it wasn't right not to feel guilty. But he didn't.
" You, Kurosaki Ichigo, are hereby sentenced to death by fraternizing with the enemy. "
Guards came up beside him and each grabbed his forearm pulling him up to his feet. They turned and walked out of the room. They walked down to the execution room and brought him in.
Everyone waited out side until the guards came out. One had blood on his clothes.
Rukia and Orihime ended up crying. Everyone one of his friends looked sad.
Kurosaki Ichigo
Died at 18
Lover of enemy
No one ever spoke of him again. Files of his existence hidden deep away. Soon time past and they forgot about him. And what he did. Saved peoples lives, soul society, protected everyone from being hurt or danger. And for some reason, everyone forgot all this, for him falling in love with one man. An enemy.
That wasn't even an enemy.
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Miyu: I will let you decide who you want it to be. It was originally going to be Grimmjow, but I didn't find a good enough part to put him in, so I left it blank. ^_^
R&R please, flames are aloud, cause I find this a bit weird. And short.