AN/ I'm basically only writing this to get rid of my anger before I break something. I've been working on an AMV since Sunday. I had been saving it as a MSWMM file. It saves exactly as it was in movie maker. Today, I got to one minute.. It was beautiful. Then, movie maker quit working. I lost everything.

In The End

Kisshu stared unseeingly over the tops of skyscrapers. Lights shone up from the pit at the bottom of his perch, illuminating his face. He was dreaming of Ichigo's face and the brush of her lips as he kissed her. He remembered her scent and could swear that he could smell cinnamon and vanilla. Just like her.

Pain seared through his stomach almost as bad as his longing for Ichigo. His lips twisted into a smile, "I lost"

He breathed deeply, to try and catch more of the scent, only to find it was gone. He shook his head. Hallucinating wasn't good. He stood up and stretched, then flew off in search of something exciting to keep his mind off Ichigo.

It ripped out of him, tearing his flesh more, he tumbled to the ground. Warm arms wrapped around him and lifted him up. His nose pricked with the warm smell, he opened his eyes. Worried pink orbs met his. "Ichigo, I'll teach you something good"

Strangely, he shuttered in the air, though it was warm. He surveyed his surroundings to see where he was. He instantly recognized the tree and the familiar window. He decided it would be rude to not drop in when he was right there, he flew to the window.

His lips formed the words "I love you" but no sound came out. He slowly sat up, towards Ichigo's lips, with her arms guiding him.

The window was surprisingly open, he smirked to himself and flew in "Hi, koneko-chan"

Ichigo, who had his back to him turned to face him. His breath caught in his throat; she was so beautiful. "Ichigo…" we whispered tenderly as he walked towards her. He breathed in her scent, something wasn't right. She smelled of ashes. Her skin turned to gray and she crumbled to the ground, a pile of ashes. Kisshu yelled, the cold became freezing, and the room darkened to black, he could see nothing. His heart slowed, his breathing quieted, his thoughts faded, until nothing was left.

AN/ My anger is gone. Although, I can't remeber what I wrote, the anger took over. Don't worry though, I spell checked it.