Nemu laid there, scared and alone, she felt unnaturally cold. "You BITCH!" Mayuri yelled, he felt like his heart had been ripped out and stepped on several times by her small, delicate foot. He had watched her, he had seen it happen she kissed the quinsy boy, Uryuu Ishida, was his name but it didn't matter. He was going to kill her; there she was lying on the ground. Her blood spilled around her, she quietly sobbed trying not to cry out or he would undoubtedly beat her harder but not let her die, he would make her suffer. She starred up at him she felt blood clogged in her throat.
"Please…" she coughed he tried to avoid her gaze but he glanced at her every once in a while.
"Shut up!" he yelled, "You deserve this!"
"Wha'… did I do?" she said quietly. He starred at her he couldn't hit her anymore unless new anger rushed into him; he couldn't even force himself to. Before he thought of her as a rag doll, something he could through around whenever he pleased but now that there was someone there someone for her and her alone what could he do. He didn't know how to solve his problems without hurting someone. He had always taken his anger out on her and she never seemed to repay him for it, or care at all. But things were different now and he wished more than anything he could forget what he had seen her do.
"I know… what you're feeling but it was just a kiss…" She said smiling slightly and for a moment she thought he might leave her there to heal.
"You fool!" he screamed kicking her in the stomach several times, "How could you ever think I would care about that! Do you honestly think I would care that you're a slut and that you thought maybe for a second I cared for you, that I cared if you live or die?" he kicked her again. "Huh! Is that what you thought you foolish, little whore!"
"I know you… I know what you feel… You're pain is my pain." She said.
"Ha-ha-ha! Is that so? Well I'm causing you pain right now but I don't feel any pain at all."
"Yes you do!" she cried, his heart felt heavy, she knew it, she knew his pain and all his other feelings this connection was more than a creator and the created, much more.
He hated her, loathed her existence but loved her smiles and the sound of her voice when she was in pain. Like now, when she was helpless but this was different, he was mad from the root of his aching heart but he felt like it was his fault if he hadn't seen her and that boy he wouldn't feel this way. He turned and walked away; leaving her there, blood spilling from her body. She would die and if somehow she survived he would not want to see her anywhere near him ever again. Just that one kiss ruined their lives together and it would never be the same.
She was lying there cold and alone. She understood now he was ashamed, but ashamed of what? Uryuu? Her? Or Himself? Yes that was it! He was ashamed of being weak and of needing her… and perhaps loving her… But then why did he hurt her? To hide that fact… Yes she knew now! But it didn't matter it was to late, she was going to die here and now.
Suddenly she heard footsteps, was he coming back? But the sound was faster as if they were running and she knew it couldn't be him, his pride wouldn't let him run to her. The sound got louder and louder until she saw in the distance the white clothed and black haired Uryuu. He stopped in front of her she struggled to move but couldn't. They starred at each other until fresh tears streamed down her face from the pain in her gut. He dropped to his knees and put his arms around her, then picked her up and carried her away.