Grotesque with the night.
Blood. The only colour that stands out here.
Yes, I've gotten very fond of that colour, seen it more than enough times to pin point it out of a million shades of red.
I've seen enough fights to for fill the entertainment in the cold winter nights.
But I grow tired of these things. I'm tired of fighting to keep myself alive in these conditions unjustified, unable to shake the foundation that was set upon me without regard.
If I had the choice, would I do something unforgivable? Would I throw away all of this?
Now the question beckons, what is all of this? What do I have to throw away?
All of what I have, given up for the slight favour of curiosity.
Oh but it appears I probably will.
For it seems I too seek freedom of all things.
If I was a human, if I was a normal person, would I then be able to hold such a thing like love?
Is that even an option I can grab onto?
Truly, I have done it to myself this time.
-One month later.-
I lay for what it seemed to be dying on a bed. The shinigami's sit screaming at me for answers. Orihime was there too, watching with a distort face.
A scream tore itself from my throat, and I clenched the bedspread like a lifeline.
It had been a month since all of it happened, it seems so long ago, even though I remember it so crystal clear. After my fight with Ichigo I had barely survived, I held pure intention of letting him finish me off.
His powers were none like I had seen before. He carried human, shinigami, vizord and hollow; and really it was his final form that killed me.
His mercy strong as he stood resurrected with his katana hanging no threat upon me. I begged him to kill me, to get it over with, to take away all of this hateful blood inside me. I just wanted it to stop.
But he wouldn't. Bearing eyes with guilt when he knew I could fight no more in my condition. Finally he signalled the time in which my grief would end, and then with sudden interest he was stopped. He was stopped by a girl who was still watching our battle. That girl, the one I looked after. Out of all the humans, it was Orihime.
She stepped out in the middle of us both and pleaded for Ichigo to stop.
Most of her words did not register to me as I barely kept myself standing, but she spoke of passion and innocence of the 'heart.'
No violence, no carnage; just her.
The next few seconds consisted of looks and stares of all kinds.
Time ticked so slowly then.
Orihime reached towards me with her arm and clearly wished to get closer.
She walked towards me with steps of hesitation and Ichigo called out.
"Inoue!"
She stopped for a second but strangely, she didn't look back, like he never spoke.
Instead she kept walking to me, pushing the emotional boundary I worked so hard for.
And although I wanted to, I could not flinch away from her.
Finally she was centimetres away and placed her palm on my chest, close to the hollow black hole; and took a pause of breath.
"Inoue! Inoue what are you doing?"
"I just want to-"
There is so much I want to say, so much I want to scream at you.
Why is it you?
Why did you save me?
Help me! I don't understand, I don't understand anything anymore.
I've lost my calm thinking, I can no longer think of anything else but this.
Without much time after I felt drowsy, and I had a slight feeling of emptiness. I fainted, watching the woman in front of me slowly fade from my mind.
My second form disintegrated and my eyes turned from yellow to green again. The fur from my legs left me and what was left of my arrancar uniform remained.
On the floor, Orihime walked closer and kneeled down to my level, screams of Ichigo faded in and out as my hearing changed to selective.
Ichigo ran over to Orihime and grabbed her by the shoulder, asking her what she was doing.
"W-woman." I eventually said.
And then I entirely blanked out. I heard nothing after that.
She took me in her wing, and in the end I ended up in the one place I was fighting against.
Soul society.
Only but a few of the shingami's either trusted me, or talked to me.
No, it was more like accepting that for now they had to acknowledge me.
The others, acted as if I was a piece of worthless dirt.
But I didn't care.
I was not here for pretty lies, or good impressions.
I was here for her, and because of her.
Her, the soul with pure kindness.