His Last Sunset
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A flash of red covered his sight. He looked down and saw the tip of a blade sticking out of his chest. Yumichika turned and sliced Zommari's head off as he slowly fell to his knees leaning on his sword. The world before him swirled as he saw Captain Toshiro fighting Harribel, Matsumoto killing low-level hollows left and right, Captain Zaraki and Yachiru were fighting Tousen, and Ikkaku fighting Luppi. Suddenly Aizen appeared and told the espada to come back to Huendo Mundo.
"We have more important things to deal with that some Shinigami." Aizen said as he opened a gargantua.
"What do you think you're doing come back and finish your fight," Ikkaku called angrily.
"You have more things to worry about than finishing a fight. That is a testament to your friends that you would rather finish a fight then try to save your dying friend." Aizen smirked.
"Wha-YUMICHIKA" Ikkaku cried as he saw his friend facedown in the dirt. He ran to his friend and pulled him into his lap. Yumichika was barely alive.
"Ikka-k-ku, I'm not going to make it-t." Yumichika stuttered. Captain Zaraki looked like he was still in shock, along with Toshiro who was kneeling next to Matsumoto who was crying at his right.
"Of course you are, we'll be in soul society in a minute."
"I'm sorry Ikkaku, you are and will always be my best friend. Captains Zaraki and Toshiro, Vice captains Matsumoto and Yachiru, it was an honor fighting with you. Ikkaku... make sure if they have a funeral that it is beautiful." Yumichika said softly. Behind him the sun was setting, staining the sky with reds, oranges, blues, and pinks. "What a beautiful sunset, I'm glad. Death would be so much grosser if it were raining. As he sighed one last time his heart grew still. Ikkaku looked at the sunset and for a moment could see Yumichika standing side by side with a woman with flowers in her hair. They smiled at the mourning group and disappeared.
"Bye weirdo-chan, we'll never forget you." a small voice rang out.
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And a pink-haired woman and a bald man will swear that sometimes, when there is an exceptionally beautiful sunset, that the can hear the words, "I will never forget you," and see a figure with purple eyes and feathers on his brow watching them with a woman with flowers in her hair standing by his side. Forevermore.
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The woman can be whoever you want it to be.