BAM! A bolt of lightning shot from her hand as her calm brown eyes turned blood red.

"Now, you'll pay. I don't care who you are, you've taken one too many lives already! Unforgivable!" watching in amusement as the man crashed into the wall, leaving a large dent, Mew Ichigo started to smirk. It was a sadistic smirk that was topped off with anger.

The man she had just sent flying into the wall was Deep Blue. He'd just killed the man she loved, and now she was out for bloodshed. Her thoughts had momentarily turned dark, every intention to kill her enemy.

"P-please, have mercy!" stuttering his plea for mercy, Deep Blue began to shiver and shake under the girl's deadly glare.

"Give me ONE good reason why I should have mercy on you, when you had none on the man I loved?!" glaring down upon the crumpled heap, she lifted her foot and rammed it into the side of the defenseless man on the floor.

Only satisfied when she could no longer hear the snapping of bones and the crack of his back and ribs, did she cease her torture. Although, it was not a long cease, for she was once again towering over him, using her heel to push down on his temple, listening with joy as she heard his skull crack open. Laughing in delight as she watched the beautiful red liquid flow from his head, onto the cold cement bellow, she kicked him in the nose, again listening to the bloodcurdling crack and or snap.

Going over a ways, she started in on his ankle. Forcing all of her weight onto the ankle, she grinned as she felt it snap under her. She laughed as his screams of pain echoed out into the corridor.

Cold and empty, all except for her dead love, herself and her victim (her love's killer.) she enjoyed the sound of his screams bouncing off of the cool stone walls, only to flood her ears with what she heard as a melody.

"ARGH! JUST KILL ME AND GET IT OVER WITH! I BEG OF YOU!" paying no heed to his plea, she continued to listen as she went along and snapped his other ankle.

Taking his sword from its sheath, Ichigo picked it up, adoring the blood that her love had shed at the hands of this man. This only empowered her, however, to continue. Wanting nothing more than revenge, she proceeded.

Lifting the sword, she giggled lightly, coldly, into the corridor before thrusting it down, into his stomach. Turning the sword as she thrust it farther into him, she grinned. Finally, finally she would be able to seek the revenge of her love.

"Kisshu, this is all for you." She stated, a tear sliding down her cheek. "And now, you can rot in Hell you disgusting demon!"

Turning the sword some more as she listened to his screams, barely audible in the night, she lowered the sword to almost a horizontal position, she thrust up, into his cold, black, unfeeling heart.

One final scream, some ruthless cackling, and a puddle of the delightful red liquid and it was finished. She'd successfully killed her love's killer.

Yet, with this out of her way, reality snapped back at her. She'd killed someone, and for what?! To seek revenge?

So, not wanting to live with herself any longer, she took the sword, and she thrust it through her own heart.

Only one single tear had she shed before her vision was totally lost, and she fainted. Falling back and letting the arms of death catch her.

"I'm coming, my love…" with this, our story ends.