Author's Notes: Okay, so I've been thinking, it seems like everyone is kind of assuming that Soul Society is going to win against Aizen, and granted there wouldn't be much of a story if they didn't, but imagine if they didn't…? I don't know, it just seemed kind of interesting…I'm not really sure who is rushing Nanao, so just keep in mind that they look pretty much human and they are relatively powerful, but Nanao's angry and full of adrenaline. Inspired by a story from a Kabuki comic. Enjoy and comment!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He wasn't supposed to win. We were supposed to win. This can't be happening. They're coming after me. All of them that survived the fatal clash are rushing towards me in one last wave. They come closer with every step, closer than they were a second ago, closer, closer, closer.
"Captain! Wake up!"
No breath. No response. I feel the butterfly wings of his life thrash around, then settle to a slow stutter. Closer. Closer. I spend my last couple of seconds performing CPR, the blunt force of my fist against his chest nearly breaking his ribs. Nothing. They're rushing me all at once, their semi-synchronized footsteps thunder like the heartbeat of god; a rhythm I still can't find in the captain. This is all wrong. It's all happening backwards. Behind my back, I grip my zanpakutou.
Meh, more like a prelude, but still… Comment ;3? Next chappie to come soon!
Preview: Their hands become grappling hooks as they dig deep into my flared arms, pulling me in. I try to fight back, but it's too much…I am pulled beneath the waves in a sea of razors. I don't want to die here. I can't die here. Kyoraku- taichou… He is lying still, lost in oblivion, gone to me forever as far as I can tell. It's too much. I feel as if I'm drowning…