Too late…
A/N: 'Kay, that's mainly a way to get rid of my angsty mood.
Blood was everywhere. It dyed the surroundings red like the setting sun.
He could feel the hot, metallic liquid all over his face. His eyes were wide in shock, they were broken, no life was in them anymore. Everything was red. Everything was dead.
He fell to his knees when his amber orbs began to tear up, his blood stained face was pale under the crimson of the liquidity that meant life. Life even for those who were dead. Slowly the salty tears washed away traces of the blood covering his handsome face. He couldn't care less whether his enemy could see him that vulnerable or not, he just didn't care, didn't care anymore.
His hands touched the ground underneath. The pool of blood drenched them red as well. The shihakusho he wore was wet from gore. But it didn't matter. All that mattered lay before him. The only person that mattered to him didn't breathe anymore.
Rukia…
How did it happen? When he tried to remember then there would only blankness come to mind. But he didn't care, didn't care anymore.
Because his heart had died with the woman that lay dead in front of him now.
When did he arrive at her side? It didn't matter. Because now he could at least cling to her unmoving form and bury his tear stained face in the fabric of her torn shihakusho.
She was still warm, she showed still traces of the life that long since had died away.
Her broken zanpakuto lay beside her, the shikai long faded away. His eyes locked at the sword and it was as if he heard Rukia's voice in his ears.
It will bring your heart salvation…
He didn't need salvation. Not when he would never see her again.
Then why keeping yourself alive?
Before he knew what he was doing his hands had closed around the zanpakuto's hilt. Slowly he straightened himself up.
A last time did he look back at her face, paler than it was supposed to be.
Sayonara… and…
"ICHIGO!"
Rukia caught his dying form before he could hit the floor. Tears threatened to fall but she fought them back.
What did just happen, goddamnit?
Ichigo had lunged at Aizen but suddenly he had stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glazing and losing their focus.
He had begun to shiver and sunk to his knees, tears began to run down his cheeks.
They had all watched in shock as the teen had took his own sword and pointed the tip towards his heart.
Rukia run towards him; screamed his name but he didn't even flinch as the blade run through his flesh, spilling blood everywhere.
Her brain didn't want to comprehend what just happened.
When his soul disintegrated quicker than it was supposed to be the tears finally began to fall.
Just like the rain in her soul.
'Kay, like I said, just to get rid of the angst and depressions in my soul… although I don't have a clue why I suddenly went all emo… or why I killed Ichigo off… or how I thought of the story title…