STOP! Before you go any further this chapter has spoilers for 'Bleach: The DiamondDust Rebellion.' Or at least, what I think are spoilers.

A/N: I'm going to start writing down my KusaHitsu day-dreams here instead of keeping them in my head. That way I can keep better track. Oh yeah. And I ran into a wall with my other fic so hopefully this will help me out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tite Kubo's Bleach.

Word Count: 250
POV: Hitsugaya's


It's over. Or at least, it nearly is.

I still need to land the final blow.

But in all honesty, I don't want to. It's not just that. It almost feels like… I can't.

It's always because of me isn't it? Your death, I mean. Soon to be 'deaths.' You don't deserve this. Someone else, please. But not from me.

Kusaka Soujirou, again I am the reason behind your end. It is agonizing for me to raise my zanpakutou. This blade that wove us together and then tore us apart.

How can you look so ready?

Your eyes… I don't remember them being red. So red…

Like blood.

Kurosaki Ichigo, the one who also caused your weakened state is here. He is encouraging me to strike you down. Am I supposed to feel grateful towards him for his words? Or despise him for them? I don't know.

All I know is that I'm hesitating. And you know this.

A stranger, a friend, a lover, a rival, and now, an enemy. You are so much to me even now, Kusaka.

I hate that it ends this way. Again.

I'm sorry.

Can you feel it as well? The tremors of reluctance that comes from Hyourinmaru as I swing my weapon down.

And as your last words surround me… I regret. Don't speak to me as if we were still companions. Once again I don't deserve it.

This is the final good-bye, Kusaka. You scatter and sparkle into the breeze.

Like diamond dust.