I'm just feeling bad so I thought I'd write a angsty one-shot piece... Hope you guys like it anyhow..
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach! Kubo-tite sensei does!
So here goes...
This is not real... Ichigo thought to himself as he ran over to the limp body and gathered the dead weight in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and there was a horrid stab-wound through her collarbone, bright blood spilled onto her white robes. "Rukia?" Ichigo said gently, biting his lip so hard to hold back the sobs that were racking his body.
He expected her to open her eyes and smile just like she did when she woke up beside him on one of those eventful mornings, but she didn't. Ichigo gripped her limp form and held her close to him, it had a fading warmth, and his heart seized painfully in him. Renji and the rest of the drifters stood a respectful distance, and Inoue was crying. Gripping her tightly, he sobbed into her shoulder, mentally urging her to wake up and punch him playfully like she always did, but there was no movement.
"Ichigo!" Rukia said cheerfully as she greeted the orange-haired boy. And crossing her arms around her chest she laughed like a maniac, "BOHAHAHA!". Although he cringed, he thought that she looked as beautiful as ever with her dark hair and violet eyes that never ceased to shine.
He barely remembered a thing, he dreaded to think that the only thing that would be left of her was memories. Why did she have to take the blow for him? Why was he not strong enough to protect her, he did not want that, it can't be real...