"Why... are ya crying...? …Kurosaki?'" Grimmjow asked, his voice low and hoarse. His breathing hitched and his body shivered as it slowly loses warmth. Ichigo had his face buried in the dying Espada's shoulder, his hand on Tensa Zangetsu that had been driven to the Sexta's chest.
"…You... sad?"
Ichigo mumbled incoherently into the bloodied white jacket. A sob accompanied it and his hand on Zangetsu's hand tightened its grip. The other hand he had on Grimmjow fisted into the cloth as he gave a muffled cry.
Grimmjow placed a hand on Ichigo's head weakly, almost tenderly, and comfortingly. The action only made Ichigo sob harder, though his face and emotion were unknown, hidden completely from view. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially not Grimmjow.
"I'm sorry" Ichigo mumbled, still slightly muffled. He heard the Espada's forced sigh.
"...Nothin' wrong with ya killin' me, Ichigo" Grimmjow muttered. He had begun to slur, his eyes half-closed. "...'S only right that ya kill me... I'm a hollow, remember?" He gave a harsh laugh which died a little.
Ichigo still didn't dare to look at Grimmjow in the eye. Such cowardice... They just sat there like that, with Ichigo still resting his head on the older man's shoulder. He just wanted to hear him breathe; make sure there was still life. But as minutes pass by, Grimmjow's breathing had slowed and Ichigo felt him go cold.
"Don't..." Ichigo said with a cracked voice, "...Please, don't go."
For a moment Grimmjow didn't answer, and it made the substitute shinigami panic and he immediately looked up to the Espada's face, where their eyes finally met.
"Hey…" Grimmjow said, "...I'm still gonna meet ya again..."
A confused Ichigo stared at the Espada who tilted his head back to rest against the wall that supported him up. His eyes slid close but the smirk was still on his face. Ichigo gasped in panic, but managed to hear the last words the Espada whispered as the smirk faded.
"...yeah we'd meet..."