My first story! Yes! I'm very happy, even if this is the shortest one-shot ever, but I wanted to publish something, so what the hell. Hope I rated this right. Reviews are welcomed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The wet sounds resounded in the room, the hissing of the air as the sword cut through it. The spraying of blood on the walls as it cut away skin, muscles, bones. Over and over, marring her skin.
I can only watch. I can only watch as he hacks at her body, her small, terribly fragile body. I can only feel as the spatter of blood, her blood, soaks me crimson. And only tears escape me, the only witness to the torture I felt as my love was slowly killed.
My love.
She looks to me, her eyes pleading, begging me to save her and make the pain stop. But I cannot, a fact that he reminds me of, taunting me as he marred her flawlessness which I had memorized and worshipped. He laughs now, and it echoes off the walls eerily.
The tears run down my face, running through the blood already settled there tinting them pink. It runs down my face, dripping off my chin and onto the pure white Zangetsu as it hisses through the air and carves into my love's flawless skin. And all I can do is watch from the prison of my mind as my hands kill the only one I ever loved.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
My screwed-up little story. So this is Ichigo's hallow takeing you liked it. The girl he's talking about could be anyone, I just said Rukia because that's who I thought of when writing this.