"Ku-kuchi Sama..." you stuttered breathlessly, "I'm sorry..."
You had collapsed on your side in a growing pool of your own blood. He stared down at you with those cold expressionless eyes, as if he was looking at an unimportant bug stuck on its back. The hollow loomed over you both, chuckling to itself. The bastard. He had killed you so easily and thought nothing of it. You refused to die such a pathetic death. But already you could feel your blood draining, mind slowing, heart stopping.
You felt something around you. What? Heaven? ...or hell? No... it was neither... he was there. It was his arms around you.
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"Kuchiki taicho...?" You strained trying to open your eyes as the moonlight filtered through your lashes.
"Quiet.'' He said in his usual monotonous voice. He was leaning on his elbows on either side of you, his head hanging down above yours, his hair a veil. What was he doing? You ask yourself. You could feel his chest graze your arm when he inhaled and it was that involuntary movement that calmed you, but caused you to ask yourself ;why?
"Why are-" your question was interrupted when you felt wet drops on your neck. Only two.
"Kuchiki Sama, what-" you started.
"Its raining." He said quickly, tucking his neck closer to his chest. You could swear you heard his voice quiver. He then tightened his arms around you and picked you up with such elegance and ease it was as if you were a feather.
"You're in no state to walk." He explained before you could ask, carrying you bridal style with your arms around his neck and face buried in his chest.
It was this feeling, this feeling of contempt that you felt around him. Despite the fact of your gaping wound, despite the fact that you were nearly killed by a measly hollow, despite the fact he could never feel the same way. Or could he? Then again, it wasn't raining...
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