Note: This story will not be updated as often as my other story because this is just a fun story on the side
Ichigo
I never thought it'd come to this. Laying on the ground, waiting for someone, Orihime or anyone from the fourth devision. No one came, they couldn't, not now, with so many to deal with. My face in the ground, all I can see is the dirt and the grass. I turn myself over, slowly and painfully, the wound in my chest causing much of my immobility. Looking into the clear sky, too blue for a day like this. Damn, if only I hadn't followed him so far out, maybe someone could help me. I know my death is just minutes away, just like when Byakuya had attacked me with Renji, at the beginning. Rukia, I didn't really have any time to tell her this, our lives were just too crazy, but I started to have feelings for her. It's natural anyway, but I didn't date many girls in high school, I mean Yuzu and dad would just bust my chops if I brought a girl home. Man, if I only I had more time, I could've had more relationships.
Why'd this fight with him end this way? After the fight that killed old man Yamma, the soul society was just falling to pieces. I can't begin to imagine what it'll be like when so many have died like this. I'll try to help out, but I mean, who knows if I'll have powers again or not. At least I killed him, and most of our enemies are dead now, only a few are sticking out the fight, but they'll die too, soon. I wonder how many are weakening, just like me. I can feel the disappearance of many souls who weren't even a ranking, but no captains are dead, I can feel the reiatsu of many. Many are weak and some will need immediate attention probably, but none are completely gone. They won't have time to reach me, we fought so far out, but I had to fight him out here, or we'd lose. I laugh, just thinking that I made it this far without dying. My chuckles turn into coughs, I can't believe I won. I listen for footsteps that'll never come, I didn't tell anyone, it'll take forever for them to find me out here. Sighing, it's just so unbelievable that these are my last moments. I wish a goodbye to all of my family and friends, as I feel myself fading. The breaths are getting harder, and everything is just mechanical now. It's hard to stay awake, the black falling over me. I can still hear, but I hear nothing but a cool wind that passes over my body as I take my last breath.
Rukia
The Quincy I was fighting put up a good fight. I watched him die and take his last breath. His body limp on the cobble within the Seireitei's streets. I pull Sode no Shirayuki out of his body, scowling at the red blood that stains my beautiful sword. The pool of blood that surrounds him soils my shoes. It's hopeless, my clothes are too dirty, I'll need to get some new ones. One of the rookies from the 6th division scrambles to drag the body away, the piles of body slowly building outside the 12th division's head quarters. I'm sure Captain Mayuri will find use to them some way or another. I walk back towards the 13th division, hoping to report to the captain. I hear the quick footsteps of Orihime behind me, I turn to her and smile. Orihime's clothes are covered in grime and sweat. She looks dirty and grimy, but who isn't after a long and exhausting fight like this.
"It's finally over." I say sighing, the Quincies' presence in the Soul Society was no more. Orihime doesn't look glad or relieved at all. She looks panicked, and her hands are fidgeting. I don't get what she could be nervous about, I mean everything was over, right? It didn't take long to find out what was on her mind.
"Hey Rukia, where's Ichigo? I can't find him anywhere." Orihime's voice is very soft and filled with concern, I barely hear her. It's no wonder she's panicked, I mean he ran off in the beginning of the fight, I tried tracking and focusing on his Spiritual Pressure throughout the fight, but the more distance he put in between us, the weaker it got.
"I don't know Orihime, try any direction and see if his Spiritual Pressure get's stronger. I'm assuming he went pretty far off, he was running straight from the beginning." Orihime always does this, worrying for no apparent reason, Ichigo will be fine, he always is. Orihime sits down thinking for a little bit and scrunches her face in concentration.
"I found it, maybe if I scoot a little bit in one direction I'll be able to..." Orihime cut herself off, and what made it worse was her face fell.
"What's wrong Ori..." Then I felt it, Ichigo's Spiritual Pressure was completely gone. Orihime was sobbing before I even knew what happened. The thoughts just were impossible for me, Ichigo was dead? I ran off to find someone who knew Ichigo, I spotted my brother and ran to him.
"Byakuya! You look horrible, sit down." I helped him sit down, his wounds were serious, so I called over Orihime, who was a crying mess.
"Orihime, now's not the time, please help me with Byakuya." Orihime rushed over, trying to distract herself from the inevitable.
"Byakuya, am I hallucinating, or is Ichigo's Spiritual Pressure completely gone?" I wouldn't be able to take it if he died, I mean I love him, just like Orihime does.
"Rukia, we won't know for sure until we find the body, maybe he's just in a critical condition." It seemed like hours, but I saw it with my own two eyes. Ichigo Kurosaki's dead corpse, being carried off towards the first division. I just broke down crying, on the ground. I sat with my head between my knees, the constant sounds of water hitting the ground. I felt dizzy, I couldn't think straight. Was I the one who was screaming?
Someone came and helped me up, my mind and senses numb to the surroundings. The person explained everything to me. Apparently his dead soul returned to its human body which was with his dad in the human world. They brought his body back to the soul society so we could pay our respects before he had his funeral in the human world. Only a few were invited, but everyone showed up: all the captains, lieutenants and some seated officers. It was Captain Commander's request that we hold a small gathering, Ichigo helped the Soul Society in so many ways, we were hugely indebted to him.
I guess now he'll be a soul in the Rukon District, it'll take forever to find him, we might never see him again. Maybe once he gets assigned a district, he can try to walk to the Seireitei or one of the people on the outskirts who helped us in the past. It won't be the same though, he may have no powers left. Captain Commander said that he'll send some people to look for him, and see if he has any Shinigami powers left, and if so, he can enroll into the academy. He didn't tell anyone who he was planning on sending out, except for the people themselves. So as soon as we can, Renji and I are going to go into the districts, looking for Ichigo.
Ichigo
Where I am, who I am and how I died, I don't remember. I have no memories of my past at all, no recollection of anything. I guess the guy who explained the districts to me knew me. He was surprised, and called out Ichigo. What a silly name for a guy like me. But I guess that was what my name was, because that's what the he told me. He thought he made a mistake, he said there was no way that the Ichigo kid died. I'm surprised he knew me, did everyone know each other here? I told him I didn't remember anything, and his face fell. Maybe I was just special, but I don't know. I'll ask some people around, but this district doesn't seem so welcoming. I mean I was in district 80, the worst of the worst. At least my family was welcoming enough, but we were in rags, and everyone was starving.
I told them my name was Ichigo, and I didn't remember a thing. It was just a bunch of kids, trying to scrape by barely without dying. We moved around a lot into some of the nicer houses, because one of the captains killed a lot of the people in the 80th district. Everyone out here didn't know much about the affairs of the Shinigami; that's what they called the people in the black kimonos. The ones that wear white haoris are captains.
One day, a man wearing a haori, who was presumably a captain, came out and rounded up a lot of the people from this district. Akane, one of the girls in my family was watching from the roof tops, being careful not to be spotted. She knew that it'd be bad if she came along. She watched them get taken away to never return, the people who remained only could assume they were dead. Akane, who was the leader of our 'family', told me that the reason we didn't stop moving was because we were looking for the perfect house. There was one rumored in the 80th district that was very nice in the inside, but disgusting on the outside. So they spent the days searching, while stealing food from the vendors in the better districts. I heard it was really hard to get jobs out here in 80, so we're forced to get our food in the nicer districts. Usually no one goes to other districts than your own, but because we do we're constantly being chased out for being an 'eye sore' and 'troublesome'.
It's interesting though, I guess before I died I wasn't used to hunger, I mean some feelings were very familiar, but my body wasn't familiar with this intense hunger. For most of the kids they said it was nicer here than where they lived in their old life. It was interesting listening to their stories. It was a shame I couldn't tell mine, but no one asked, because they knew it probably wasn't pretty. I wonder what my life was like, and how I could've died, all just mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
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