First oneshot; enjoy.
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Rukia gasped, blood filling her throat, creeping up from her lungs. The white circling her vision was fading rapidly, turning black despite the bright glare of floor she could see. Red then replaced white, though she could not see it with over half of her gaze.
Is this what Kaien-dono felt as he died by my own sword? she thought, curling a fist weakly around Sode no Shirayuki. Blood flooded her sense of smell, though she could no longer feel the throbbing of her wounds.
Ichigo . . .
Her eyes fought to open; Ichigo's reiatsu was attempting to draw nearer, despite the fact that there were Arrancar, Espada no less, around him. He had found Orihime, but was now trying to fight towards her, even though it would be much easier to just leave; she was sure, with his small amount of detecting powers, that he thought she was already dead.
Coldness seeped through her, colder than when she had first been practicing the First Dance and got her foot trapped, foolishly, in her own circle. I-Ichigo . . . don't come. You idiot. LEAVE. I'm already good as dead. Footsteps echoed in her failing hearing, and her heart jump started from its sluggish pace, causing more blood to spill crimson over the ground; her kimono and the ground around her sucked it up. I wanted to say . . . that I love you, Ichigo. But I never could. Now . . . well, I guess I'm going to be in the human world again. Don't die for a long time.
With this last thought, she finally couldn't hold on any longer, falling into the abyss of unconsciousness, knowing that she would never see the face of the person who she trusted with her life like no other, the person who, when she was not near him, made her very being drained.
Ichigo . . .
