This is my first Fan Fic, so please be gentle with me. (pretty please)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Wish I did, but I don't.

She lay on the rooftop where he had placed her. Despite his current state of rage, he had gently put her down, as though she'd been formed from the very ice he wielded, and would shatter with the slightest touch. She remained unmoving from that spot, unable to even turn her head when she heard their cries of desperation, heard her former Taicho's laughter as he cut through her Little Brother's body.

"The sky looks so blue today." She thought aimlessly. Momo Hinomori watched the tiny wisps of cloud that drifted past her. "It's so nice to have one last beautiful day. At least I won't die in the rain."

"Being a little pessimistic, are we not?"

Momo's brow furrowed with concentration. "I hardly see that as pessimism Tobiume, just realistic. I would think after living with my delusions these past few months, you would welcome a fresh bit of honesty." She took a shallow breath, her chest becoming heavier as her lungs filled with her own blood. She would no longer allow herself to dwell amongst her fantasies, they had already cost her so much. For so long she had been at odds with her friends and peers, blindly defending the man she had once seen as a mentor and father figure. The pitying looks from others had eventually been replaced by avoidance and whispers behind her back. They called her mentally unstable, claimed that the betrayal had caused her to lose her mind, and at this moment, as she lay dying, she realized they were right.

"So melodramatic today! Honestly, what am I to do with you? You finally begin to open your eyes, only to give up?"

"Tobiume" She gurgled. It was getting harder to concentrate. Even her Zanpakutō's voice was beginning to fade. She felt cold, it reminded her of him. Momo felt the faint stirrings of panic when she thought of her Little Brother. She had never really had the chance to apologize. Momo had tried when she first awoke from her coma, Sou-Taicho Yamamoto was gracious enough to let her speak with him during his mission in the human world, but she had ruined it with her persistent delusions of Aizen's innocence. The look on his face as she begged him to save her Taicho, to rescue him from Ichimaru's evil influence, how naive she had been. Momo wondered who would watch over him now, protect him from himself, ensure he took the time to watch a sunset and eat watermelon. "I'm sure Matsoumoto will take over for me" she thought. It was true that the busty vice captain could be flaky sometimes, but Momo had seen the motherly affection she held for the young prodigy. She had no doubt that Rangiku-san would care for her friend. She would ensure that the young Taicho did not bury himself in grief and guilt. Her impalement on his zanpakutō was the workings of her former Taicho, Aizen was the only one to blame for their suffering. How many lives had he ruined in his quest for power? How she wished she could tell him that.

The sky began to dim. She was unsure if it was truly night approaching, or if her senses had begun to fade with her immanent death. Momo was unsure how long she had lain there. It had been quiet for some time now, the clashing of metal on metal had retreated.

"Do not think like that."

Momo managed a weak smile for her dear Tobiume. The sword spirit's presence had been a great comfort in her lonely months. Though they had quarreled over Aizen's guilt, never once had the girl abandoned Momo.

"I only wish I had listened to you sooner, my friend." Momo thought.

"There is no use crying for the past my sister, but heed your own words. You would not listen to me then, listen to me now. Do not give up Hinomori, we still have much to do. Now that you have admitted to his betrayal, Aizen must pay for tarnishing our honor. We must redeem ourselves!"

Tobiume's words echoed in her mind. Momo's eyelids began to flutter closed. She felt so tired, so cold. She only wanted to retreat into herself, safe and hidden from all the destruction around her.

"How" she thought "I'm so tired, Tobiume-chan. I don't think I can hold on any longer." It was true, she had begun to fade faster, her eyes no longer open, her hearing had faded, all her senses had dimmed, pulling back to reserve what little strength she might have left.

"Do not give up Momo." A young woman in a pink kimono appeared before the unconscious girl's body. She looked over the edge of the rooftop. Below her, Tobiume could see the first wave of 4th Division shinigami arrive. They quickly began to make their way through the rubble, assisting any who were in need of aid. She watched as Captain Unohana appeared through the gateway. Tobiume smiled back at Hinimori.

"It's alright now Momo, help has arrived."Tobiume turned once more to find Captain Unohana, waiting till she was turned in their direction, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a burst of purple light emitted from the roof, followed by a great shock wave of reatsu. Those still able to move crouched low to the ground, reaching for their respective katanas and turned towards the new possible threat.

Captain Unohana shielded her eyes, the light shot straight into the heavens, tinting the sky a dusky rose hue. Just as soon as it had appeared, the light vanished. Those around her looked to one another in puzzlement.

"Hina...mori"

The 4th Division Captain looked down at her nearest patient. Rangiku Matsoumoto lay on a stretcher at her side. Unohana knelt beside the vice captain, she gently brushed the woman's hair from her eyes. Matsoumoto slowly blinked at her.

"Please...Taicho...help her." She whispered. Unohana's face registered in understanding. She stood and looked in the direction of the light.

"Isane" she called to her second in command. The purple haired woman appeared at her side. "Tell Hanataro to meet me on that rooftop. Take as many of the wounded as you can back to headquarters, then meet me there as well. Bring the emergency stabilization equipment with you, and hurry."

"Hai Taicho," Vice captain Isane nodded. She looked to the rooftop that her captain had motioned to. "What do you think has happened Taicho?" She asked worriedly.

Unohana turned slightly, looking back up at the dilapidated building she was now headed towards.

"I fear our sweet 5th Division vice captain may again be battling for her life."