Disclaimer: don't own bleach or the song 'crawling in the dark' or hoobastank...i mean, by hoobastank
Warnings:...character's death, name and summary might change (if there would be second chapter..)
....i was planing to do another chapter like this for rengi (and i have the song too!), but don't be surprised if that will stay one..shot?Oo....one...damn, i forgot the world......
I will dedicate,
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending.
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take,
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing!
Show me what it's for,
Make me understand it,
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer.
Is there something more than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer.........
The boy laid on the sand that once was so white, now tinted with dark shades of crimson red and black. Even the boy's once pure white hair became slight darker dirty, and most of it painted red by his own blood from that nasty bump on the side of his head.
Or was it a blow?
The small captain wasn't sure, was it Kidou, or did that fox-face aggressively hit him with his Zanpakuto's hilt? More like a rock, very solid rock, or some iron ball. And it hurts, a lot.
He did had many more injuries, scratches, blade pricking his palms, and hole in his shoulder and stomach, where he didn't managed to avoid Shinsou and got stabbed....he couldn't avoid it when the grinning man aimed it to his chest, where the tenth captain's heart was beating rapidly with the rush of adrenalin. In that very moment, the heart had stopped from beating and the grin was wiped like this two things were really never exist (maybe, Hitsugays thought later, it really wasn't). The reason was the strawberry-blond woman that jumped between her captain and her childhood friend (or maybe loved one?) and took the stabbing-strike into her own heart.
After that, the fight between the white-haired boy and the silver-haired man became much more ugly.
Now the defeated boy-captain was all beaten up, his once full snowy white hair was down, more dull, like it was in his academy days, and of course, stained red streaks from his blood. His white haori wasn't anywhere in site (he left it with Matsumoto's body in Las-Noches) and the torn black shihakusho was more blacker then usual. There wasn't any clean place on his body anymore, everything was scratched, injured, damaged....and that hit on the head felt the worst (if we're talking about physical measurements).
Laying on his side, in his own blood, somewhere, gazing with dull eyes to distance, to the white endless desert and raven Sky, forsaken place called Hoeco-Mundo, with long silver red stained object close in view range, right in front of his eyes, in the center of big crimson sand-pool, with nothing but his Zanpakuto and bright shining dusty moon for company.
Help me carry on,
Assure me it's OK to use my heart and not my eyes,
To navigate the darkness.
How much time was he laying there like that?, surely not much. His body was still bleeding, expanding the borderlines of his bloody sand-pool. If he was laying there for long time, his small body would eventually run out of life-blood.
Dried out from energy. Dried out from will. And soon, dried out from blood. He would die, all alone, with nothing but sand, moon, and maybe few hollows that would come for his body later. But its ok - he was used to being alone.....
'Alone...?....but...really, was i ever alone?...i had granny...and Hinamori.....Kusaka....Matsumoto........Hyorinmaru.'
And with that thought, he wanted to laugh really hard. Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to do so, but maybe its a good thing.
It would have been bitter laugh.
Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?
How long had he and Hinamori, his sister-like, had known each other? apparently not enough, because she believed her 'ho-so-KIND' captain, and she didn't even heard her lovely 'Aizen-taichou' speak! she just read his letter, with his handwriting, even though it could have been easily copied, and went to kill her younger 'sibling', despite what she always claimed; that she's the older should be the one watching her younger 'brother'.
Talking about Electra complex, ha?..or maybe that assumption is little too harsh?...........
Well, Aizen was definitely KIND enough not to leave her alone, because she won't be able to bear her admirable father-figure (in full aspect of the world) leaving her to the favor of the..ahh...dark side. Instead of abandoning her, he was KIND enough to say goodbye before he stabbed her to death. Again.
This time, there wasn't any Unohana-taichou to heal.
To make sure she's really dead this time, Aizen vaporized her body with high level Kidou spell.
Show me what it's for,
Make me understand it,
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer.
Is there something more than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer....
Matsumoto. His loyal friend. And dare he say, The most loyal fukotaichou ever......(again, laughter. But he couldn't, didn't have the strength, so he just managed to chuckle in bitterness. It wasn't good idea, since it become blood choking.) Matsumoto was always skipping work and forgetting important things in the division's matters.
But she was the most loyal lieutenant ever.
And she's dead now, too.
But the most treacherous.............
So when and how will I know?
...........................Ichimaru Gin.
'What was it?....what did Ichimaru told me when he was forcefully clutching me by my neck, almost strangling me to death, holding me bleeding above the ground, like some lifeless marionette? what had he said before he left me laying here, hands pinned to the sand with my own weapon, bleeding my soul to death?............what was it?, what did he said?!'
How much further do I have to go?
How much longer until I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me...........
In front of me!
He nearly froze his grandmother to death with his Reitsu.
He was forced to fight his best friend from the academy becuase of his powers.
Because that friend had the very same powers.........................
Show me what it's for.....
Make me understand it..........
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer..
The bleeding was stopping now. Breathing coming short and quick, more like disrupted panting, escorting by coughing and blood choking again.
He let out frustrated growl, desperate to find his answer....cough. Blood.
He didn't have much time, he knew it. But he couldn't just die like that. First...he must understand......
Is there something more than what I've been handed?
'Why?!
Two Shinigami shouldn't be able to obtain the same Zanpakutou!. Zanpakutou is a part of it's wielder's soul...but..Hyorinmaru was appearing once in few generations...one of the most powerful Zanpakutou in soul-society.....
Won't just let anyone wield him!
..........My Reitsu.
Kusaka was the most capable and smartest student. The second top of our class, after me.'
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer..........
"I had it figured out some time ago, in Seireitei. remember when Hinamori-chan was charging at you, believing you killed her dear Aizen-taicho, and you knocked her off?....it was quite cruel, you know. I also did some research about that k'saka Sojiro. And now Rangiku...though she's not really linked to this...but she did told me that you nearly killed your granny with that Reitsu of' yours....you know what i think?"
The silver-haird man pulled nearer the small ripped gasping figure he was grasping by the neck and whispered to the boy's ear in mocking tone.
"I think you should listen to adults........... Shiro-chan."
Suddenly Hitsugaya was brutally thrown to the ground. He landed on his back with a chocked groan, but was turned over to the side by Ichimaru. The boy's hands was now positioned one on the other, and the other man took the defeated captain's cold sword.
It let ichimaru touch it. Hyorinmaru let the enemy to use it against its wielder.
As Ichimaru stabbed the boy's hands with his own Zanpakutou, so called part-of-his-soul, the man wasn't grinning. He's face wear serious expression and his eyes was slightly open, revealing two blood-red orbs. He said it, just before he left:
"listen to your Zanpakutou, kid. Your fighting for the wrong side."
Electra complex: daughter in-love with the father. Oedipus complex is just the opposite (son==mother)
marionette: doll on strings.
I saw that i didn't really explained his feeling...personally, i think its seen in the way he thinks(= my writing) .............well?