The funeral was unbearable. There were so many well-wishers, friends of Ichi-niis, co-workers of otosan, school mates of her's and Yuzu's, and what felt like all of the Soul Society. The sympathetic looks and hushed tones from people she was sure she had never met, and positive Yuzu hadn't either, were more than she could bear. So she didn't stay for the after service.
Instead, she wove through figures cloaked in black and ducked out of the building, absently making her way back to the headstone. Her eyes, dead and sunken into her face, were trained on the soggy ground, watching mud splatter her dark shoes..The sound of raindrops falling off and landing next to her evenly measured the time she sat there, absolutely still, absolutely silent, and absolutely miserable.
Karin didn't know when she wearily fell to her knees, or when the tears resumed their well worn trek down her cheeks, but she knew exact moment the reality of the last few days set in and her heart shattered. She stared at the curly writing on the elegant but simple tomb. The only noise besides her desperate sobs was steady patter of rain and distant rush of water.
Yuzu Kurosakii
May 6th, 1990- November 3rd, 2005
Sister, daughter, and twin
R.I.P.