Kisshu sat on the tip of Tokyo Tower. His alien yellow eyes were closed as he replayed events from the past week through his head.
A crazed look on his face, he pointed at her with his Sai, "Choose Ichigo, become mine or I'll destroy you!" Ichigo gave him a defiant look and raised her hand to summon her weapon. Kisshu lunged at her and she stepped away from the attack. He gave a strangled cough and began to fall. His previous wounds (a deep gash from his left collar bone to the right side of his chest) had reopened and, already weak, he started to breathe heavily. "Why… why don't you… listen to me? Listen to what I'm saying dammit… dammit…"
Kisshu opened his eyes and put a hand to his chest. It was all because of her in the first place. Nothing ever happened right because of her. Or was it all his fault? He had fallen in love with her, hadn't he? That's what caused him to throw his attacks wider, to land them softer, wasn't it? But he had tried to kill her… because she wouldn't let him save her… Kisshu's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fist, but after a moment he relaxed. It was his fault. Everything had fallen into place incorrectly. He would have restored his planet by now, or taken back this one. His people would be living happy lives instead of cowering in fear from the dangerous conditions. If only he hadn't messed up. Because he fell in love with this human girl… he lost everything. His planet, his allies, his master…. Kisshu looked up suddenly, a revelation coming over him. Deep Blue-sama had never wanted to restore their people. He wanted Earth for his own reasons. He clenched his fist again, this time with a smug sense of victory. If Ichigo wouldn't let him take her away so she wouldn't get hurt, he'd just have to attack the center of the problem. Deep Blue would be awakening soon. He knew Ichigo and her allies would rise up and fight him. He knew they would fail without help. He stood. Kisshu knew what he had to do, and he knew he would die in doing so. He would have to kill Deep Blue.