Fallen

Chapter 1. Death Is Forever

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"Damn it!"

Zanpakutou collided with solid rock; pebbles shattered and broke free, causing a stony explosion.

"Damn it!"

The pink light illuminated off of the sword, as petals of spiritual energy danced wildly.

"DAMN IT ALL!"

Finally, the girl fell to her knees, salted tears streaming down her face.

"Damn it…" She whispered again.

"Why did it have to be like this?"

She wanted an answer from herself, but found no response.

"Why did I trust him?"

Her hand gripped the sheath even harder.

"Why did I betray them?"

The last few loose pebbles showered down on her as the mountainous rock before her crumbled away.

"Why am I so damn weak?!?" She shouted.

Her voice echoed around her, throwing the same questions back at her own self.

"Why didn't I see through his intensions?" Her voice lowered again.

The tears rolled off of her face one by one as she asked the final question.

"Why?"

No response.

"WHY?!?" She cried out with no reply.

Gradually, her strength returned to her and she shakily rose to her feet. Her willfulness would not allow her to stay on the ground in such a helpless position.

She had failed.

She had failed everyone around her, everyone. She had failed all of her friends, ryoka and Shinigami; she had even failed the man who had wanted to manipulate her; Aizen, her taichou. And worst of all; she had failed Toshiro.

She now stood in a wasteland of nothing but endless mountains of rocks like Urahara's training area. This place had been show to her by a friend long ago, and often came here to train herself and her swords' abilities. Only her and her friend knew about it, but her friend no longer came here. So when she released an attack, no one was injured, except sometimes, the wielder of the sword.

But she did not care if she got hurt, for no one else would care either; no one cared what happened to her now. And it was all because she had trusted her taichou. It was her own fault; she had gotten herself into this, and she was never getting out.

She had been training here in this deserted place for two full days now. It was far enough from Soul Society so that no one could detect her reiatsu. But she did not want anyone to detect her reiastu, she did not want to be found.

And even if she did, no one would come looking for her.

Not after what she had done.

She had considered following Aizen. And even though she had never told anyone, she had considered it herself, and for simply considering this, she had set out on her own, trying to distance herself from all others.

They did not need her.

They did not want her.

She was useless, so she would rather die.

She brought herself here for that soul purpose, so she would train herself until she could not go on anymore. She was not hungry, nor thirsty, for those feelings seemed to have died away, along with her memories. She had been here for two days, but she had trained so hard that her mind had gone blank, the only thoughts were of Aizen, and of how long she would live before she would kill herself from overexertion.

She would die here, and she would die alone.

She was slowly killing herself.

She gripped the sheath so hard that her hands were bleeding terribly, but she felt no pain, only emptiness. She stood before another mountainous rock and raised her sword.

"Snap, Tobiume!"

She called forth her Zanpakutou. The same faint pink light lit up the area as she leapt high into the air, aiming a blow on the mountain. As she brought her sword down, she heard a loud crash, and she landed on both feet. She glanced up at the colossal rock she had just struck. She saw an enormous crack slithering down the face of the boulders and individual rocks and pebbles were shattered and pelted down on the chestnut-eyed girl.

She saw the mountain crack into countless boulders and stones; then it collapsed. This was what she had been waiting for. This was how she planned on ending her life. But as she stared up at the gigantic avalanche pouring down before her, her courage and determination evaporated like a dewdrop in a dessert.

She snapped back into reality and fear overcame her. She turned and raced away from the collapsing mountain.

But her body was too weak, she had not eaten nor drunk for almost three whole days and nights and her body failed her. She attempted to dodge the rocks and darted away, but countless pebbles poured down on her and she could not outrun the avalanche.

A rock smashed into her left shoulder, then one pelted her right arm. Countless rocks showered her in pain and aching. The mountain crumbled behind her and innumerable pebbles and stones rained down on her; she could not escape.

Then, she decided to die with what little dignity and courage that remained inside of her.

She ceased running and turned around as a downpour of sharp gravel and sediment collided with her body. She closed her eyes and braced herself. Then a boulder that must have weighed a ton crashed into her stomach and sent her soaring into the air until she smashed into a rock formation behind her with a sickening sound.

Then she fell limply to the ground.

She thought that she would have been dead after the massive impact on her weak body, but she still felt herself breathing and slowly fluttered her eyes open. She had to look past the blood that poured over her eyes and saw an immeasurable amount of rocks laying scattered about her.

She lay on her left side and felt warm liquid spilling from the shoulder her head lay upon. Her hands still felt the sheath of her Zanpakutou although she was not holding it; she had no power left to grip her sword.

But most of all she smelt the strong, tangy sent of her own blood.

She tasted it, and she lay in an ocean of it, with many dagger-like stones scattered around her.

She wanted to die; now more than ever for the pain was just too unbearable, and she wanted nothing more then for her life to be over and done with.

But deep down, she still feared dying and the will to live pulsed throughout her broken body. She wanted to just stand up and slash another mountain to pieces so that her life might end in another avalanche.

She had expected a swift, painless death, but this was torture.

"Come on you coward." She murmured to herself. "Get up and stare down your fate."

She attempted to stand again; her bleeding hands lifted her bloody body up. Her left shoulder throbbed horribly, but she ignored the pain, for if she could simply swing her sword one last tine, it would all be over.

Then her hands fell away beneath her as they slid on her blood.

She crashed back to the ground with a moan and felt more warm blood ooze from her shoulder.

Then she thought it would be better to go along with her original plan and simply use Tobiume to end her life. But it was no use for she still could not find her grip and her head fell back down.

She lay there, panting as she slowly felt her remaining life being stripped from her as it drained away.

She would die after all.

Good. She thought. Now I can't cause anyone any more troubles.

She knew this as a fact, for death was forever, and there was no coming back.

She felt dizzy and she whispered one last sentence.

"Gomen...nasai…Hitsugaya-kun."

She wished that he could hear her final apology, but he was not here, and if he ever did find her, she would already be gone. One last memory of her old friend flashed through her mind, then, her eyes closed, and she sighed.

Finally, with nothing more to live for, she stopped her breathing, and her heartbeat ceased, and the limp figure of the girl that everyone once knew, moved no more.

Hinamori Momo; was dead.

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A/N: Do not flame me please! This is only the first chapter! Wait for the next chapter and see what happens next.