A/N:

Death fic. First one. I hope you guys like it.

Or...not like it, it depends. It's a death fic, it's meant to tug on the heart.

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The blow was fatal.

Lilynette could tell, she could feel it, as the blade that slid into Stark's body was pulled out. There was so much blood. Lilynette couldn't understand why Stark let this happen. Why would Stark continue to fight? She realized it, after he did, about the truth and how Aizen's dream of heaven did not include them. It was enough to make Halibel turn sides, her fraccion's sacrifice would be for nothing, their deaths for Aizen was nothing but ash and stale air.

The shinigami didn't question the sudden shift in loyalties, those who knew, the little girl with the hair bun, understood. They all seemed to know what it felt, it was their former captains. They knew what it felt to be betrayed. They knew the bitter taste as they looked over their memories of the smiling man and wonder what was truth and what was lies. It made those memories darker, tainted.

Lilynette felt herself change back, as Stark sealed himself, separating the two.

WHY?

She landed on the ground in a crouch, whirling around, eyes searching Stark's body frantically. The arrancar was lying on the ground, staring up at the sky, quietly letting himself bleed. Why would the idiot do that? Separating them? She knelt close to his body, trying to stop the blood flow. She could see the blood, she could smell his blood, their blood, as it soaked the white fabric. Stark was primera....and here he was, rolling over and just letting himself die!

"STARK!" She raised a fist and punched him, again and again. "No, get up you idiot!" She could feel him dying. He was already slipping away.

Denial.

All Stark wanted to do was sleep. She knew that, hell everyone who lived near his floor knew that. The greatest sleep of all was to die. To go into the blackness and just close your eyes and let yourself go.

"Wake up!" Lilynette bit back tears, wanting to punch the man again and again. By now, all that tremendous reiatsu that made up Stark were fading away, into the air. The once strong heirro was vanishing, making it easy for Lilynette to hit him but she didn't.

"Wake up STARK!" She wanted him to open look at her, just one last time. "Just, wake up."

She was losing her voice.

She was losing her other self, the other part of the whole.

"STARK!" It was a wail now, the tears flowed as she watched the light in Stark's eyes flicker out."Don't go."

Her nails bit into her palm making them bleed. "Don't leave me here." She wanted to go with him, how could that idiot think of separating them?

She heard the crunch of concrete as someone came close. Lilynette didn't care. She was too far gone to care. If the shinigami choose to kill them, fine. Just...let her mourn in peace. "You should've held on, lazy butt." She wiped away her tears with one hand. "The booby-lady could've saved you."

All coherent speech left her, as she felt it, the massive exodus of spiritual particles. Stark's body disintegrated, leaving nothing behind. There was only a glove. She took it and hugged it to herself, taking a deep sniff.

She felt the shinigami come up and stop.

She turned her head, face set in a glower. The affect was ruined by the tear streaks on her face. It was the lazy drunk guy in the pink haori. He didn't look so lazy and drunk, just sad and resigned. "Hey kid..." He took another step forward.

Lilynette sniffled, trying not to appear weak.

"He wanted you to live." The man said slowly. "He told me to give you something."

Lilynette frowned. Give?

The man, with his unshaven face took another step forward and placed his hand on Lilynette's head as Stark would do. "Don't worry kid, he'll be in Soul Society. You'll probably find him faster, seeing how you're a part of him." He patted her. "No worries."

The man smiled, a small un-grim smile. It was the kind of smile that said I'm sleepy and tired but I'm doing this cause you're worth it. It was the kind of smile Stark would have when dragged out of his pile of cushions to go to meetings. The shinigami was so much like Stark it was scary.

Lilynette bawled then, unable to keep the tears away.

Stark was gone. He was gone. Sure she could find him again, but would he be HER Stark?

She wanted HER Stark. She wanted that lazy moron who just wanted to sleep.

Her tiny body shook as she grieved for her idiot. She felt warm arms encompass her entire body. The smell of alcohol and cheery blossoms flooded her nose. She tried to push away but she couldn't muster the strength. It seemed all she could do was just cry.

Shunsui let the arrancar girl cry all over him. He wasn't good at this. The most contact he had with females was his Nanao-chan smacking him with her book. Ukitake would know what to do, to soften the girl's cries with jokes and to make them forget their woes. Ukitake had a soft spot for children, giving them candy and such. The man even refused to fight the girl because he didn't want to hurt her. It was the kind of thing Ukitake would have wanted to do.

It was the kind of thing, he'd have to instead.

Cause Ukitake was gone.

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A/N: Whad'ya think?