Authors Note: Um, starting with the first Numero to die, and one of my personal favorites.
16.
Di Roy goes numb as his body is encased in ice.
He cannot feel anything but the cold; the painful, freezing sensation.
He cannot move or feel his spiritual pressure at all, unable to even fire a bala or cero to try to free himself.
He is dying, he knows.
And through his mind run a thousand thoughts and memories.
What's going on?
Why is this happening to me?
How can this be happening?
Shinigami's zanpakutos will purify and send a hollow to Soul Society where it will live there as a person again, then it will die and go back to the living world as a renewed being.
So where am I going?
Arrancars are hollows too, right?
Or is this the end?
Was this my last chance?
He flashbacks, remembering how he met Shawlong and Yylfordt and Nakim and Edorad, and how he met Grimmjow, when he became an arrancar, and the first time those white clothes touched his hands.
Though he is frozen, on the inside, he is trembling with fear, clinging onto his broken hollow mask, screaming at the top of his lungs.
He knows nobody can hear him and nobody cares, but he screams anyway, afraid and hopeless.
He screams for his comrades and masters and everybody he knew in Hueco Mundo, begging and hoping to be saved, though he knows it will never happen.
The ice cracks, and he knows that he will never again breath the air of the living or march in that parade of death, and that this is how he will die.
And the ice begins to shatter and he is flying through the air in a million shards of pure, white crystals as cold and alone as he is.
His mind is lost and whatever happened to it is unknown completely.
His body is lost and is now ice melting into water.
He is lost somewhere between every emotion and thought and friend and the possibilities and chances of him going to the better place or maybe not.
And all is lost and Di Roy is dead, and now the number he held with pride is no longer his.