Title: Such Was Life and Death
Author: Ambiguous Rose
Fandom: Bleach
Summary: 'Well,' Ichigo thought, starring down the barrel of the handgun, 'this is kinda anti-climactic.'
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A twig snapped somewhere behind him and Ichigo raised his head from the ground. "Huh?" he mumbled, disorientated. Where was he again? Oh yeah, the cemetery, visiting him mother's grave. "Ugh…" he moaned, sitting up. 'I must've fallen asleep,' he realized.
Another twig cracked behind him. Ichigo rose to his feet and turned around. "Who's-"
He was cut off by a loud "BANG!" Blinding pain enveloped Ichigo's body. He looked down. Blood was seeping through his T-shirt.
'Well,' Ichigo though, starring down the barrel of the handgun, 'this is kinda anti-climactic.' His knees gave out beneath him, and he fell to the ground. Looking up he found himself starring into the bloodshot eyes of the owner of the gun.
The man staggered and Ichigo saw that he was holding an empty bottle of alcohol. The man collapsed on to the ground, passed out.
Ichigo had always figured he would go out fighting a Hollow or Arrancar, maybe saving Rukia, or for that matter, fighting period. Not being shot by some random drunk.
Ichigo's shirt was soaked with blood. His body was dying. He gave a resigned sigh. 'They wanted me to be a Shinigami for good, now I suppose I have no choice,' he thought.
Pain darkened his vision as the world began to spin. The next thing he knew the world went dark.
When he finally came to, he was laying next to his body in his Shinigami robes. "Guess I'm finally dead for good now," he sighed. "Well I better go tell my family." Ichigo mumbled, grabbing his body and heading off.
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There were a lot of tears as he told his family, but they had taken it surprisingly well, after they found out they would see him again, though his father had already known.
After saying goodbye to them, he visited his friends. It was subdued but all of them knew they would see him again eventually, so it wasn't too depressing.
He finished all of his goodbyes and was finally ready to go to the Soul Society for good.
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When Ichigo finally passed over completely, his was first aware of someone hitting him over the top of his head, hard.
He winced, "Wha……?"
"What did you do, you FOOL!?" shouted an enraged Rukia.
He knew this was going to become a constant in his life.
'Oh well,' he sighed. Such was life…..and death, apparently.
FIN
