Summary
This might be a Spoiler for episodes 51 and 52. What if Tart never came back to life? What if he was going sown instead of up (hell down heaven up)? How would he react and how would Pudding feel? What would she do? 2 one shots based on 51 and 52. (Italics are talking, bold means… what does bold mean? And normal means thoughts. Right bold means me interrupting if I need to.
Only one regret
TPOV
Ichigo, hurry up and go! I yelled from the top of my lungs as I through my weapon to block Pai's attack. Idiot! What are you doing? Screamed a very angered Pai. I…I don't like it any more. I DON"T LIKE FIGHTING THEM ANYMORE! I readied my weapon to attack as Pai did the same. Our two attacks collided and his hit me. Pai. I fell watching one silent tear escape my eye and collided with the ground causing a massive hole in the ground. TARU-TARU! Called a nervous Pudding. Suddenly everything went pitch black. I burned. The intense flames burnt my skin. This was not heaven. This was Hell.
I felt sorrow knowing I had let Pudding and Kisshu down. Sorrow because it was not Deep blue that had killed me. Pai had been the one to murder me. Taruto and I, we are friends. I remembered the words Pudding had used that day in the cave. I didn't know why I had saved her. Well I thought I did. Suddenly the fire seemed to cool down a bit. I laughed. Pudding had always said Playing was more fun than fighting. How ironic. It was the desire to play that caused me to wind up in this place of darkness and fiery rage. I fought against Pai thinking once I beat Pai I could play. Play the game of friendship. Suddenly the fire was immensely intense. I had now realized why I saved her. It was unrequited love. Pudding could never love me. The rage of the fire won me over. I could not take it anymore. I yelled. I prayed that I would get out of this painful dream. If it even is a dream. My soul began to slowly disappear into the wrath of the fire. What had I done to do this? I saw my body. I saw my body be held by a crying Pudding. I cried as well. I wanted so badly to be back in my body. To be free again. To tell pudding not to worry. That I was ok. But I couldn't. I couldn't even whisper to her and tell her goodbye. I heard her telling my corpse something. Playing as friends is more fun than fighting. When you're fighting, you can't play. Even though I said it many many times, WHY DID THIS HAPPEN? Pudding began to sob loudly. I went back to the dark place and felt that burning fire. It was foolishness that got me here. Stubbornness. I wouldn't listen to Pudding. I would ignore her and be the bad guy. I feel so terrible now that I know what I have done to her. My only regret from my past life was not listening to Pudding. My only regret.
So sad! Don't worry. He won't stay there for long. 5 good reviews to make me write the next part of this. Flames are welcome to though!